Bahamas. January 2008.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
POP QUIZ
Chip and Tammy should:
a. Wait until their house and business sell before cruising.
b. Keep the business, rent the house and cruise on Isabella (current boat).
c. Sell the house, keep the business and buy an Island Packet to cruise on.
d. Sell the house, and live on the boat until the business sells.
e. Fill in the blank
That's the question we've posed to the universe. The last option is there just in case we're not smart enough to figure out the right option on our own.
a. Wait until their house and business sell before cruising.
b. Keep the business, rent the house and cruise on Isabella (current boat).
c. Sell the house, keep the business and buy an Island Packet to cruise on.
d. Sell the house, and live on the boat until the business sells.
e. Fill in the blank
That's the question we've posed to the universe. The last option is there just in case we're not smart enough to figure out the right option on our own.
Friday, December 5, 2008
OUR FAIRY TALE
Oh, ick. I'm gagging at that title too. And, now that you mention it, I meant fable, not fairy tale.
That old saw about the tortoise and the hare, slow and steady wins the race, came to mind this morning as we were discussing our plans.
I'm a burrower. When it's time to wait for a sign, I just hunker down and wait. A hurricane can pass overhead, and I'll stand planted in one spot and wait, quiet as death.
Chip's a builder. When it's time for a sign, he'll paint one. If a hurricane passes overhead, he'll build a shelter, invite friends and cook a feast. There will be drinks, music.
The burrower and the builder. Vivre la difference!
So here we are, a whole plan laid out: sell everything and move onto a boat, and we're stalled on that first half: sell everything. Now what? I'm prepared to hunker down and wait it out. Chip's agitating, wondering what we're doing wrong, what we can do differently.
My experience with fables is that they're rarely true. That one about crying wolf? We all know that it's the squeaky wheel that gets oiled. And I don't know of any race that can be won by being slow.
We've scheduled another board meeting (with drinks and music) to decide whether to be slow and steady, to squeak, cry wolf or all of those things.
If you're looking for us, we'll be at the table fable-making.
That old saw about the tortoise and the hare, slow and steady wins the race, came to mind this morning as we were discussing our plans.
I'm a burrower. When it's time to wait for a sign, I just hunker down and wait. A hurricane can pass overhead, and I'll stand planted in one spot and wait, quiet as death.
Chip's a builder. When it's time for a sign, he'll paint one. If a hurricane passes overhead, he'll build a shelter, invite friends and cook a feast. There will be drinks, music.
The burrower and the builder. Vivre la difference!
So here we are, a whole plan laid out: sell everything and move onto a boat, and we're stalled on that first half: sell everything. Now what? I'm prepared to hunker down and wait it out. Chip's agitating, wondering what we're doing wrong, what we can do differently.
My experience with fables is that they're rarely true. That one about crying wolf? We all know that it's the squeaky wheel that gets oiled. And I don't know of any race that can be won by being slow.
We've scheduled another board meeting (with drinks and music) to decide whether to be slow and steady, to squeak, cry wolf or all of those things.
If you're looking for us, we'll be at the table fable-making.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
GROUP RE-THINK
"The unexamined life is not worth living." --Socrates
If we examine it a LOT does it become more worthwhile?
Our two prospective business buyers phased themselves back down to phase one this week. No one has looked at the house in almost a week. We both have colds. The economy continues being sucked down a black hole. Terrorists attacked Mumbai (which, before this week, I would have sworn was in Africa. Call me Sarah.) The big three automakers have downsized to the tiny three and are groveling before Congress begging for money. (Oh sure, now you decide to drive hybrids.)
We were both feeling feckless, aimless, lost, so we took a page out of Fortune 500 and called a board meeting. (Oh yeah, carmakers! We walked to our meeting.)
The universe had apparently issued us an intermission; we felt we should find ways to use it productively -- other than playing cribbage.
For the small picture, we identified a few more projects and planned an open house next week.
But more importantly, we added a big picture item: reconnecting with friends. We've been lousy friends since we opened the store -- just ask them. And now that we've spent the last few months with the wagons circled, we want to turn our gaze outward, tightening the bonds that are what truly keep us afloat.
And then we played cribbage.
Monday, December 1, 2008
WE WARRIORS OF LIGHT...
... must be prepared to have patience in difficult times
and to know that the Universe is conspiring in our favor,
even though we may not understand how.
--Paulo Coelho
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