With apologies to the bard…
I am often told that I should use my blog to market more. Ishould write posts extolling the virtues of my looms or our store on ebay or our farm.
It’s all valid, but it’s also not what I want to do with my blog.
I want to write about my personal experiences… an online diary. Of course, I’ll not put the truly juicy, personal bits in there, but the general observations belong there. Things that amuse me. Things that I’m proud of. Things that I’m working on. Things that I’m not so proud of (remind me to tell you about the felting punch some day).
Today I’m not proud of much of anything. I am working on about 4 looms simultaneously and they’re all going to be nice… as nice as any other loom I’ve made, but nothing to crow about… well, one of them will be, but that’ll wait until it’s finished.
There… that covers about 60% of the things I said I could write about.
I did find one thing to be amused about. Actually, I am always finding things to be amused about, but I can’t always write about ‘em here. Today, though, I read an article in an issue of Time magazine that explains how the human brain works. In the side bars there are lists of numbers explaining what percentage of this that or the other means to this researcher of that doctor. No where, however, did they put a number claiming how many silly schemes researchers have come up with for explaining the human brain. The assumption, then, is that this latest bout of research is correct… just as correct as the last one and the one before that.
When will they learn that there are some things that should not be mapped and quantifies and correlated and nailed down and etched in stone? Funny, huh… ha…
An observation, too…
Averages mean exactly diddly-squat! Here in southeastern Colorado we’re supposed to get an average of about 12 inches of rain – precipitation – per year. So far, I think we’ve got all of it for 2007 in the last several snow storms. What kind of bell curve will that make?
In Fox, Arkansas, where we’re supposed to get about 56 inches of precipitation per year, we’ve already had about 10.
I’m not even going to complain about the moisture! We’ve been in drought for the past five or so years and I’ll welcome every drop, but I do wish instead of feast and famine we could just balance… if we’re supposed to get 12 inches a year, send an inch a month. If we’re supposed to get 56 inches, send an inch-and-a-quarter a week. Heck, I’d even settle for a couple weeks of no rain and then a week of three or more inches. It seems, however, that for the past several weeks, we’ve been getting too much every weekend.
Not a complaint, but it sure does get old taking a week digging ones self out of a snowbank and having the bank filled back up as soon as one is done.
I find I am also getting a case of cabin fever. I am working, as I said before, on looms (and knitting needles and crochet hooks) and Jen is working on ebay and Lena is spinning, but with the weather being what it is, I feel like I’m working in slow motion. I just know I could finish these projects so much faster if I didn’t have to wade through knee deep drifts every time I went to the workshop.
If you’ve read this I hope you’ve foundsome humor in it and did not just feel like you read a long, protracted whine. Maybe my next entry will be a bit brighter…
Maybe I’ll market things a bit.
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