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Cave Painter

Cave Painter
"What do you do?" I hate this question. I never know what to say. In fact, it bothers me so much that I may have already written a post about it but here's another one. This time, however, the thought took me in a different direction. Why do we ask that question? What are we even asking? Are we asking how the person pays their bills? Are we asking what the person is good at? What they enjoy doing?... Continue reading

Deer Hobbling

Deer Hobbling
I'm starting to realize that I've been hobbling my dear wife. See what I did there? With the title and the photo? Clever, eh? Anyways... Continue reading

Burn baby, burn.

Burn baby, burn.
In my latest newsletter, I mentioned something about always being behind schedule with production and a long time member of our little community sent an amazing article... Continue reading

Breaking the cycle...

Breaking the cycle...

Over a year ago, my daughter was leaving to head back to college. As we hugged goodbye, she whispered in my ear, “please don’t drink anymore mom, please stop drinking.” 

Her words were the exact words I would say to my dad as a little girl, a teenager, an adult...

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Humbled...once again.

Humbled...once again.
"Customers" isn't the right term. I also don't care for "clients". "Community" is more like it but that starts to sounds cultish. I'm struggling with what to call you guys because you've become more than "customers". Some of you anyway, the rest need to earn it...kidding... Continue reading

A dozen or so...

A dozen or so...
One of the lessons from my dad that I'll never forget but, apparently, never listen to was "10-15 is the max". That was his sweet spot for making a product. Once he got to around a dozen or so, he'd get bored with the design... Continue reading

Routine repetition...

Routine repetition...
One of the most interesting challenges we faced during our recent move was losing our daily routine. It's bizarre to me how thrown off you can be when you can't find the kitchen knives or your daily meals are all over the place... Continue reading

J. Tree tales, part...

J. Tree tales, part...
Memory is funny. I have fond memories of Joshua Tree from my childhood but if I were really forced to sit down and hash it out, my sister and I were bored pretty much the majority of the time. I had a daily checklist I'd go through...BB gun, hang out in the gully, Lincoln Logs/army men and sometimes Peanuts puzzle... Continue reading

Northern exposure...

Northern exposure...
There was a series called Northern Exposure in the 90's. I loved it. I love it. I just got Lisa into it. I was obsessed with the idea of living in Cicely, Alaska until I found out it was a fictional town... Continue reading

"My" anxiety

"My" anxiety
Remember all of that hype about breathing and taking it all in stride I spewed yesterday? Well I've been awake since 2am stressed about this big move of ours. We head up today to get the keys and now it's real. So after an hour of laying and NOT breathing, I got up to let you know. It's not easy. This whole living thing is hard. That doesn't change but I sat and took some breaths and scrolled through some photos of our new town and I'm okay. Hopefully Lisa won't read this.

Keep breathing. Continue reading
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