Crazy as a Loom

Friday, April 15, 2011

I'm the daughter, no the mother, no the daughter.........

You get the idea, right??
I took my MOTHER to the doctor's and then to get her lab drawn, and then to the grocery store.
Sometimes I feel like her daughter, but WAY more often, I feel like her mother.
Did I mention that she has referred to me as her "mother" in conversations???
Good grief.  You can't ever anticipate this stuff.  It just happens.

While I lust over the blog photos of GREENERY way south of here, I am not unhappy with the brown April of the northeast.  It is so much better than the winter we just left behind.  

Today there was sun and clouds, and it was warm enough for a light jacket.  
After lunch, I went outside and raked the labyrinth.

There were bits of leaves all over it.  While I was raking, I was thinking how happy I am that my grandchildren are going to grow up and think it is perfectly normal to have a labyrinth in your back yard.
How cool is that???

This is Louise.  She belongs to my next door neighbor, and they just popped over to say hello.
Hey, Louise.

I have a lot planned outside the studio this year.  For the last 6 years, I have worked 24/7, or pretty darn close to it, to make this studio a success.  And you know what, it is a success, on many levels.
The bills get paid, the house gets maintained, and heated, and loved.  The cats have a home where they are loved.  I get to weave here and dream and create and dream some more.
Crazy As A Loom has made it, in my humble opinion.  I have shelves piled high with stock, my custom orders are all timely.
So this year, at last, I am going to spend some time doing the things outside that I have wanted to do from the beginning.   I have done a few things every year, but I have never really given it my best.  The hedgerow is still all grown up and tangled.  The whole yard needs attention.

Every morning is a chance to do it all over again, maybe a little different, maybe better.
Just one more thing I am grateful for.


Cait Throop said...

Oh yeah, today was a gift! So lovely, cool, sunny, no bugs...I went up to the woods to rake my path for the horse and move some rocks! Can't believe I'm strong enough to move rocks!! Life is good! xo Cait

Anonymous said...

You're lucky to live the life you are living and be successful at what you do. Your energy makes me feel like a schlepp.

Roles within a family change for many people throughout life. Daughter, mother? Nope... just a woman.


TexWisGirl said...

I like Di's comment about roles. Nice.

Did you put the labyrinth in place or was it 'there' with the studio property?

Sharon said...

You have made your dream a magnificent reality. What a privilege at our age. Every so often something hits me on the back of the head and I'm reminded to start with thanksgiving for my health, which is the foundation of my dreams.

Karen said...

I love that last sentence, Hilary... and the windows in that last shot! LOVE THE WINDOWS!!!

Forgive me if I've missed a post, but I'm wondering if you made the labrynth or did the house come with it? Very cool indeed.

Connie in Hartwood said...

It's easy to get caught up in the things we HAVE to do, neglecting ourselves and the things we WANT to do. You took something you love and made a success out of it as a business ... I did the same thing with roses ... this changes the 'thing' and its role in our lives. It's a bit disorienting, and it can take a while to get to a place where our 'love' can be fun again.

I'm with Karen ... I am taking the wisdom of your last sentence and using that to inspire me today.

Country Girl said...

I like it here.

And I love your attitude. Always have.

bspinner said...

Hilary, You've worked very hard to be a success and I've enjoyed every post on your blog sharing it with us.

I also love your attitude!

Sandra Tyler said...

Oh gosh, you blogging about your mom and doctors so hit home -- I go through the same thing. but when I start to be too mothering, she reminds me who is in "charge"'s a difficult reversal sometimes, isn't it?

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