
The glass print of my owls jigsaw puzzle finally arrived yesterday.

This glass print of the personality painting my dad did of me when I was about 6 is still in the center – the place of honor – on my shelf. Our son had it made for me after we moved to Thailand when he saw how sad I was to leave it in Arkansas. He brought it to me soon after I moved into my place here as a housewarming present. It’s made me feel my parents are here, too. Isn’t he wonderful?

This print of a painting by a good friend is on the other side of my dad’s painting. I’m delighted to be able to display his work. He has sent us a print at Christmas for some 20 years. We had to leave those, too, so it was a delight to get a letter – with a card print – from him here recently!
My plan is to only have really meaningful things on this shelf. I particularly love the idea of preserving jigsaw puzzles when I finish them, since I give the actual puzzles away when I take them apart again. It’s kind of a “statement shelf.”
