Oh, I feel so much better today. Off to the shop to make doors for some cabinets I built earlier. I’ll make a fire in the wood stove there and be all cozy for that.

But we have an hour til then, time to blog. It was fun on the comments yesterday with the sayings our Mom’s used when we were kids. How about this one from Jessika, “Oo La La Sweet Mama. Sixteen kids and no Papa.” Long one, verging on poetry there.

My folks loved to play cards, 500 rummy, with other couples and then later when they ran out of those with each other. My Mother had a whole vocabulary that she saved for that. Most were whole words and phrases but some squeaks and sighs that meant certain things. Maybe it was all code to pass things on to her partner. When her hand was all small cards that was, “nits and lice”. Nits are the even tinier eggs of the tiny lice.

My Dad had sayings that we’re mostly of the Ben Franklin sort. But he had one that took me years to unravel. It pointed out the poverty and the hardship that he had faced in his life. And it pointed out my wealth as I was separated from that. When someone was debating over a decision he would say that “you don’t have a problem, you have a choice.” In other words to really have a problem you would be in some dead end where there are no choices. So having any sort of choice is a joy, cherish it.

That really points to how rich I am/we are generally. Here it is the land of too many choices really. It tends to be exhausting and confusing and sometimes in the end leads to it’s own sort of poverty.

Well, thanks for being here with us. Walk this afternoon and tapas party. I will have to take a moderate course through the festivities.

choices loves, Felipé.