You’ve heard the proverbs…
“You are what you eat” … well then I am a stick of pepperoni.
“Necessity is the mother of invention” … our favorite around the shop.
“A little knowledge is a dangerous thing” … no comment.
“Behind every great man is a great woman” … (inset smirk on my behalf here).
“The way to a man’s heart is through
meatballs his stomach” … so obvious but often overlooked.
“Birds of a feather flock together” … Personally, this expression has transcended from it’s origin in my youth when my mother would yell it at me while I was boarding the school bus as a hybrid of advice and warning.
However, today…the idiom is a constant in my life. This bird (being me) gradually turns into a bamboo fly rod maker‘s typical demographic (the flock) little by little, day by day. Our shop is usually full of (how do I say this gently?) more mature and evolved men. There are plenty of women and youth around but my peer group by default is an older sporting crowd of…men. So, that’s my flock.
It’s winter but no snow (chorus of woo-hoos all around please). Our first bamboo fly rod making class of 2012 starts Sunday. Meanwhile, our building is WELL on it’s way to being our new “headquarters”. There’s lots of change. But, it’s all good. But, lots of change.
|Oyster’s future home…I can hardly believe it.|
The kids are completely oblivious to everything, of course. I marvel at how ridiculously happy they are
all most of the day.