I wasn’t in Colorado 15 minutes this summer till my oldest said, “When are you going to quit this ____ and come home and get a job?” Sigh. She’s young. She doesn’t get it. And, she misses me. She worries about me. She hates that I’m missing so much of my grandchildren’s lives. I understand. I miss them, too. And, truth be told, it’s a little harder being away from them after spending so much time with them this summer. Part of that is travel-lag. I’ve been laying really low the last couple of days resting up. I’ll be getting busier soon. The Sternwheeler Festival is this weekend. Country Living Fair is next weekend. I will probably go visit family the weekend after that and the first week of October is the Myrtle Beach trip. I have an appointment to get the truck checked. Another for some work on the trailer. So it’s going to be busy again soon. Laying low is a good thing.

But, this thing about a job keeps hovering in the back of my mind. Oh, don’t get me wrong…I don’t really want one of those dreadful 9 to 5 things that I suffered through all those years. But supporting the lifestyle to which I would like to be accustomed is never far from my thoughts. In the coming weeks, I’m going to go through stuff…again…and weed out the unnecessary extras. Then I’m going to figure out a way to set up my tools and start making some jewelry. That always brings in some extra cash. I’m an entrepreneurial spirit. I have some really great ideas. I just have to make them happen. I will keep you apprised of my progress.

❤️

“Then Micah said to him, “Live with me and be my father and priest, and I’ll give you ten shekels of silver a year, your clothes and your food.”

Judges 17:10