Month: July 2016

July 28, 2016

Cherished blogfest post-my cherish

 It took me a long time to find my Cherished item. My real most cherished item is my wife, children, grandchildren and great grandchildren so I had to select something after agreeing to do the Cherish Blogfest 2016.

My wife discovered during the winter that she had talents she never knew. Normally she does not have the patience to create something. It was tedious work but she found her abilities and patience to do this. She started with old horseshoes, cleaned them up and then painted them. Some black, some silver. Using leather she attached all the beads and feathers creating a beautiful wall ornament. In the center is our last name made from wooden blocks. To me it is something special she created for us.

I showed two views, the top one is trying to show the entire item with a slight close up in the second picture to see more of the details. Thank you for dropping by my blog and you can follow me if you wish. I normally follow the sites I visit.

 Drop by and visit other blogs taking part in this blogfest. I am sure they will enjoy having your company.

July 6, 2016

I guess they won’t exchange the gifts that you were meant to keep

A writer’s life is never understood, envy by many sought by many as each seeks to find the reason they must write. A.G.

mishaburnett

My talent for writing has done me very little good in my life.

It’s sad, but it’s true.  People have told me that they have gotten a lot of pleasure out of my writing, and that makes me happy to hear, but the fact is that I haven’t gotten much pleasure from it.

When I’m doing it the process feels… necessary.  I wouldn’t call it pleasurable, in the sense that playing in the water or eating good food is pleasurable.  It’s more like the satisfaction that comes from fixing  a broken machine.  It feels good to have done it, to have solved a particular sequence of words.  But the work… it’s work.  It’s often frustrating and always difficult.

The finished product hasn’t brought me much joy, either.  And I don’t just mean financially, although it’s true that I haven’t made any real money.  I mean interpersonally. People like my work–some…

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