but I am soldiering on...
I missed calling my Dad yesterday, remember? I was at Bob's party... oh look, I found the video I thought I hadn't actually shot (iphone was hiding it last night).
If you can't see it - Bob throws the bird, with good humor before stepping in to get hugs with all the "guilty" parties.
Today Dad had an eye appointment, so I didn't reach him at his typical time, but caught up with him later; just as they arrived back home.
He was a bit un-focused but I attribute that to two things: one, that he had just got back in and my little sister was still there (people in person are always more interesting than phone people) and two, that he was thirsty. Dad has this deal where if he's physically irritated or uncomfortable -- he can't really focus on anything else. So we talked briefly. He couldn't really remember anything about his visit with my other sister and bro-in-law; which was sad. This highlights the problem of keeping him from feeling bored and lonely - if he doesn't remember the richness of the contact, he doesn't have the ability to comfort himself with the memory of it. Boo.
The next big thing:
Work on logo, and “tag line”[the VHM is working on this - but so far, well, um...he's not getting too far]
Work on bio
Take better pictures of product
[I still need to do the three above but I skipped em for now in favor of getting the Etsy Store up and running - I can add to and tweek this in the future]
Develop "mail introduction" for stores outside the area -[worked on it, not completed]
Do some work on Etsy
Set up Z's images with watermarks for etsy posting
Fears and Anxieties: waiting to hear from the Merc. WHCC assured me today that Z's drawings will print better than they showed on their system.
Random Photo of the Day:
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| The VHM, back when he was blurry. |
The writing: Contemplating tackling short stories. I think it may be where this is all leading.
untitled for now
I can often see your imagined future
You cook breakfast in a sunny kitchen,
in a house
which sits on land with a garden and woods.
Your boy stands next to you,
while you crack eggs
on his head.
His dark curls are brushed aside
so he can see your face,
laughing down at him.
His smile breaks across his face
like yours
and your father’s
He has his mother’s eyes, though.
She sits mending clothes; your
favorite shirt worn through at the elbows.
She laughs at a joke she tells herself
about when she first saw you, that day.
Later, you’ll take the boy outside
fix the chicken coop or
work in the shop
or take him for a walk in the woods.
You won’t go far
or fast, your leg will hurt.
Your wife will read in the sun on the porch
with a glass of ice water, full of lemon slices.
Seeds will fall to the bottom.
She’s a teacher but takes Sundays off
because a day of rest makes her a better…
everything.
You will gently show the boy
how the buds on the trees are
ready to burst.
You work with your hands. Mr. Fix-it.
But you like to build walls best or
make the occasional piece of furniture.
You still believe in ghosts and
you are still scared of spiders.
But you gave up the drink long ago.
Like she did.
You eat your breakfast
with your family.
Your life is simple.
But you are happy.
Tonight your family
will go to town.
You will eat dinner with your Dad
and your step-mom.
You will remember your past.
You will see your future. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa my eyes are burning.
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