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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Duh.

I love rainy days. Always have, probably always will. I wish I could tell you why, but I really can't. I just do.
Had some paper work and some computer work to do, but it was interrupted frequently.

From october

It was a sweet day to weave and drink hot tea.
Ahh.
I am so easily pleased sometimes.
From october

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.
From october

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.

From october

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.




9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Such pretty photos on your post!

The cup in the second photo sitting upside down, David and I have two just like that. They were in the cottage we stayed in when on our honeymoon 3 years ago and the cottage owner said to take them home with us. So we still have them and I try to use them for our coffee when we celebrate our anniversary... It was a nice surprise to see it on your photo.

Di

Cupcake Murphy said...

Loved this post and loved the leaving one career and starting another thing over there on your profile details. EXACTLY where I am in my life and have never ever in my wildest dreams been happier and more filled with anticipation. And terror. And hope. Thanks for your words!

Karen thisoldhouse2.com said...

You probably are just a little nuts, and thank God for that because life is too difficult without a little insanity, no?

So true about sticking your neck out sometimes... As the saying goes...
"In 20 years you'll be more disappointed by what you DID NOT do than what you DID do."

Anonymous said...

Rainy days can be very cozy days, especially with a cat, a cup of tea, and the ability to do something you truly enjoy.

Thanks for stopping by my blog!

KarenInTheWoods said...
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KarenInTheWoods said...

(oooh I had typos on the last post)

Yup.. we're all a little nuts.

And I am waiting for that old fart of a father of mine to tell me that I am a good daughter. I have four other siblings who don't lift a finger to help, so I am thinking I have that one sewn up, huh?

I like your interspective blog, because it makes me think too!

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claudia said...

Can I just say that I love nuts?!?

Anonymous said...

FYI, I'm going on a Maine vacation this weekend! Following your lead. No Congdon's though -- I can't play *that* game!

Sharon said...

Blogging as a form of examination, hmmm. I'm not sure that's what I do. I think I'm a story teller and my stories are also my chronicle. I hope it doesn't mean I'm not introspective!

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