Hi everyone,
When I get into a project with a a lot of parts and a contractual deadline, I stop often to recalibrate. The current one calls for me to write 50 poems by February 3. I started on September 1. As of today I’ve finished 21. On paper, it looks like I’m in decent shape. But November has travel in it. Factors in the wind. But I think, so far, so good.
I remember my dad counting his money when I was a boy. JOHN HARRISON prided himself on paying his bills on time. I have mental images of him, looking in his wallet, mentally calculating how much he had and how much he might need beyond whatever he had in the bank. Maybe that’s why counting and tracking numbers and priding myself on meeting deadlines have always been part of my own life.
I, too, had such a father. My father’s name was most important to him. He wanted his name to stand for something, and it did. He was wise, he was my hero, and he actually lived the life he asked us to live. What a blessing to have a dad like that!
Mine too. It’s so touching
So much we learn of life and how to cope with it, we learn from our dads. Quiet, loving parenting is a major contribution to who we grow up to become. Lucky us!
Counting is a good thing!! Hello from Italy, where I’m counting my blessings to be on 4such 4a fun adventure!!
Looks like I should’ve counted how many fingers I was using to type my message! Lol