Needing a hand

My Fathers Hand

I remember so well my Fathers hand. It was so big. When you looked at it you knew it had worked hard. It seemed so big but then I was small. As my hands grew they changed. They began more and more to look like his. Now that he is gone I often think of him as I look at my own hands. I wish I would have held his hand and I wish that I would have reached for it, more often ,when we met. I remember as he became older he reached out and hugged me. The first few times he did that it seemed so odd. As he got older he got softer. As he got older he told me on occasion that he loved me. I miss his hands and his concern.

Mike and I joined in our anticipation and enjoyment of a sandwich today............

Reuben Sandwich at Jason's Deli

in Roundrock today

Simple enough story. Nothing profound. Course that is "in the point" of view I guess.

This picture does'nt do this sandwich justice. It was taller. I took this picture off the internet. It sort of shows the saurkraut but the taste just doesn't come through.

Blog enter, today, Roundrock Texas October USA.......... Jason's gave us a hand with lunch. North Austin Medical Center gave us a hand with a wound. As the day unfolded Mike needed a hand. As it came to a close I thought of my Fathers hand. As I found this picture of a hand I could see his.

I ran to this tower from Mikes apartment.



Probably ran a 4 mile round trip. From behind this tower you can see a few rolling hills and notice that there are a lot of other towers around. Seems a shame to have such a big state without any mountains.