We just -- and I mean just -- finished the busy season for our woodcraft business. The last shipment went out Friday, by the skin of our teeth. Don's been putting in long, long hours, stressed and harried, as he rushed to get everything done.
For weeks, tankards shared space with garden produce...
...and monopolized the kitchen table. We all picked our way over and around drying tankards, crates, newspapers, glue, rubber bands, rubber hoses, and other accouterments of our trade.
Then, suddenly, it's over. The season is finished. At last my dear husband can take a deep breath and relax. (And today is his birthday too!)
Now he can tackle the endless farm chores that need to be done.
No really, this is relaxing for him. He's been salivating at the thought of getting projects completed before winter, and finishing neglected projects started awhile ago. The first thing he did was sit down and draw up a preliminary "wish" list of what he wants to accomplish:
There's no telling how much of this list we'll get done before the snow flies, but as we're fond of saying, wish lists are free and we can put whatever we want on them.
Yesterday he came inside and felt the need to immediately rush to the next task. Then he paused. "I keep telling myself to slow down," he said. "I have to stop with the hurry-hurry-hurry mentality. NO. It should be steady-steady-steady."
And so, little by little, slow and steady, he's working to his heart's content on projects galore.