Had some paper work and some computer work to do, but it was interrupted frequently.
It was a sweet day to weave and drink hot tea.
I am so easily pleased sometimes.
I am feverishly working on orders, making money and putting that money right back into Hip to Be Square Looper Looms. Crazy? Maybe. But I am one of those people who believe that if you don't stick your neck out sometimes, you will never know what you might have accomplished.
I will be either "nuts and really poor", or "nuts and making money". Either way, I am nuts, according to many.
And it doesn't bother me one bit.
Driving the four miles to the woodworker's to pick up more looper looms, I thought about blogging.
What was it that Socrates said?
"The unexamined life is not worth living."
I think that blogging leads me to the examination, on a daily basis, of my life and how I live it. It makes me ponder what I am doing, and why. It keeps me honest, mostly with myself. Because of it, I give myself permission to stop, take the picture, even if people are looking at me like I am crazy.
I think I turn over stones that I might leave unturned otherwise.
Reading your comments, I realize that I am not alone. I am not the only daughter who had issues with Dad. Not the only one who yearned for his attention, and ultimately, his approval.
As I may have mentioned before, my father treated me like the son he never had. He bought me a 50 lb compound bow, a 303 Savage deer rifle, took me fishing, taught me how to double clutch his 1951 Ford pickup. He taught me to be independent, hard working. He was a straight shooter who didn't often ask for help. He had no compunctions about patterning his young daughter after himself.
Someone once said to me, "You don't want any man telling you what to do."
Duh. Does anyone?
Thanks, Dad, for helping me to believe in myself.