Little successes.

Bad days, not so bad days.  It's a crap shoot.  I have to play it by ear.  Every day.
There's something to learn here.
I know it.


The other day, L put her first sectional warp on....ALONE.

It had to happen.
Usually, we do them together, and they are pretty uneventful.
But I decided it was time.  She needed to do a solo.

Back in the day, I had to teach myself how to sectionally warp.  My first attempt wasn't pretty.
Subsequent attempts became easier, but I made a lot of mistakes.  And I learned.
Nothing teaches quite as well as experience.

Even though I was in the room with her, I stayed out of it.  And she got it done.
She threaded the heddles, and then the reed.  It looked pretty good.
Today, when she was weaving on it, she had a couple of issues.....a thread that kept breaking, and some tension problems.  Nothing that she couldn't compensate for, just enough to annoy.
But that annoyance is a great teacher.
She'll do it better next time.
And if she is anything like me, she will still make mistakes WAY down the road.
And she'll keep on learning from them.

Another day of quitting early.  I had no plans of accomplishing anything else, but I promised Roy a walk.
No matter what.

Somehow the sound of this water, and the sun glinting off it, made me feel good.

Roy would rather pee on trees, than  sit still while I admire the falls.

When I head out on our walk, I am not sure I can do it.  So I don't think about it.  I just do it one step at a time.
That's kind of how I am addressing my life right now, one step at a time.
And when that gets tough, I think of Maine.
Ah.