If you want to pick up a book…
Good afternoon from sunny Vermont. Though we still have some black ice on our driveway, the roads are clear, and after this past week’s early snow, that’s a blessing. In a week, Mrs. Potts will sport winter tires, and we’ll both sigh in relief. I waited too long.
My book order arrived yesterday, so I now have Quill Point in hand. I delivered a stack to my mother’s last night; all my family orders have been satisfied. I’ll bring a few to work this week, and the rest will go to the mall or in storage for the Bishop Marshall craft fair. Meanwhile, Tim is placing an order for more tees so that we will be well stocked for the holidays. We have a ways to go before we turn a profit on our business venture, but most of the pleasure I get is to know that people are happy with our products. I haven’t heard any comments about Quill Point, so I don’t yet know if people like it. Maybe I’ll hear by year end. We do know that customers have been wowed and pleased with Serena’s art work. In any case, if you want to pick up a book, just email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Do you remember the red corduroy pants I blogged about several years ago? How wearing them cheered me? Well, because I was paring down, I passed them on, and now I have severe regrets. The sun pouring into the windows here at Soft Landing, the dog on my lap, all these sweet life touches need red corduroy pants. I blew it. I’m looking again though. Perhaps the thrifting universe will give me a second chance.
Here’s what is rattling around in my brain this week: What if regenerative agriculture took over the planet and saved it? Is living on an island off the coast of Maine a possibility–or would I feel too isolated? Does the word “context” come from early French or English? (There’s some disagreement.)
With that, I bid you a good week. Check in next Saturday for another segment of Finding Home.