How was my weekend? Very good thanks 🙂
My clowns (you know the drill about clicking on an image):
Me and my lawn (I’ve discovered that the best time to rake leaves is in the rain.):
This weekend a round robin conversation went on while I was away (from the internet). It all started with kim and her knitting technique (what’s with the phone 😉 ). Knitting is something that I’ve not had time to do in a long time. But, I can knit. Kim has probably given you an idea of my knitting ability. Yes, I drop stitches and do the wrong stitch or stich in the wrong direction on a regular basis, too. And I suck at keeping a consistent tension.
In JoVE’s response, she said:
We live in a society which values that which can be bought and sold. Commodities. If it does not produce a commodity, it seems that our work is worthless. Crazy, even.
While this is a total tangent from the knitting thread (coincidental pun), the ceramic tiles I installed both last and this weekend came to mind when reading Process vs. product. If you watch home reno shows (which we do) you will often see ceramic tiles being part of the reno. And even if it is only a 2 second blip most of the time you get to see a tile cutter. In this pic where ever you see a piece of blue tape is where I cut a tile:
A join without tape:
The tile cutter (with the aid of a carpentry square):
If you have watched those reno shows you will have noted that my tile cutter is a little different from the reno show ones. The ones on the reno shows are machines designed specifically for cutting tile while mine is my glass cutter I use for stained glass. In our case, I don’t know that getting a mechanical tile cutter would have saved us any time. I don’t think that it would have saved the hour that it would have taken to pick it up and return it to the rental place. But that’s not really the point. The tile cutter is all about getting the job done. I enjoyed cutting the tiles. I enjoyed the challenge of trying for a perfect match between the 2 pieces of tile so that if you stop to look at it you can see that the seam is there but at a passing glance you don’t. While our aim in all the renovations we are doing is to make the house attractive in the market, we should enjoy the process. Things aren’t always going to work out like a carefully oiled clock. But that’s not the point in life. At least I don’t think it is.
So, a perfect third party in the conversation is Paradise Found:
I have always said that if my kids grow up to be happy and can provide for themselves, then they will indeed be successful, regardless of whether or not the rest of the world would classify them as such.
I’ve never gotten involved in a discussion of money in this blog (and rarely do outside of it). But there was a period in my career where I made substantially more money than I do now. It was then that I came hard against it that money is not everything and was forced to evaluate what our society considers success. I think what our society views to be success is severely warped.
Over the years what I’ve done (and continue to do) without really intending to has been to show my kids that work is not an evil thing. They see me working at things all the time. Sometimes it’s things like stained glass. Some people would call me a workaholic but I’m not. I’m not working compulsively or because I can’t stand not working. I’m working because I enjoy it.
If at some point I choose to judge my children’s success it will be based on whether they enjoy the work that they do. I’ll be far more likely to judge my success as a parent this way.