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Keep it Light

This post is bought to you courtesy of Cathy Heller’s podcast Don’t Keep Your Day Job.

The other day while driving, something that she said in response to a listener’s problem, really struck a chord with me. While that chord was resonating in the recesses of my mind it collided with some remaining thoughts on living our lives as beacons.

In that previous post I indicated that I’m a firm believer in action. People can talk (or write) all day long, but it is what they do that shows their true colors.

To shine our light out on the world we need to do the work. We need to do lots of work, to shine our light on as much of the world as we can, as it goes rushing by us. And as we work, if we are cognizant, our work can improve.

But act with caution, sometimes our talk and our walk won’t fit together very well. That will have the effect of throwing a shade on the light that you are shining out to your communities.

Worse, in the same way that your light can make the lights of those around you seem brighter, the shade that you throw can be big enough and thick enough, it might just dim the lights of those that have chosen be in your proximity.

So, take a moment every now and then to make certain that your thoughts, words, and actions are all coming from the same place. It’s never too late to adjust the trim of a wick. You can change the light that you send out onto the world, whether that is the light of the thoughts that you share with your communities or the true colors of the works of your life.

Never enough

I don’t know why, but I grew up into what I call an engineer’s mindset. It never really matters how well something works, how nice a day it is, or how well an event is going, I will always be watching (and even asking) how it could be better. I think there is always room for improvement.

That doesn’t mean that I’m going to stand around whinging about something, waiting for somebody to change to suit my view. I will jump in to help out (which annoys my wife when I leave her standing like a wall flower), or try my best to make the improvements that I want to see.

I’m not going to point to something midstream and shout that it needs to change, but I will try to be the change that I want to see in the world around me.

Therefore, I’m always looking around for the things that I can make that change in.

I make changes with the kite designs that I build, I (try to) make changes daily with the way I raise my kids, and I try to make changes within my community with my service to the scout units here in Lincoln County.

But these contributions are not enough. I want to make more changes, make bigger impacts in the world around me.

These desires have prompted me to listen to self-help podcasts, with the objective of keeping myself inspired to do the work whenever I have a few moments. Driven me to keep looking for new and exciting ways that I can contribute without investing more time or money than I have too.

The tool box

One of the tools that I see the most potential in is a mailing list.

Nick Loper’s Side Hustle School, and some of the other podcasts, have me convinced that a mailing list will be essential to maintaining an audience in a not too distant future where the social media platforms stop sharing posts from the people that want to see and hear me. I already have issues with facebook showing me a post 3 days later, letting me know that some kiter friends were enjoying the weather down on the beach, while I was busy taking advantage of that same weather to get some chores done around the house.

I have a feeling that I also need to work on my presence in Instagram. It appears that the folks that use facebook most are a bit more mature, and I will need some outdoorsy folks looking to try something new. Instagram seems to be the social media for the younger crowd, but the platform just doesn’t speak to me and I’d rather get more time on the beach than to invest a bunch of time in a platform that I don’t get.

Another tool that I’m absolutely eager to get to work on is building passive income. This seems to be the essential way really replace my income from the “day-job”, and free up real chunks of time for moving forward on other projects (like spending the day on the beach flying a kite show).

Also, the other day I came across the idea of using someone under 30 as a mentor (not mentoring someone young), so as to get their perspective on the bleeding edge that a more mature mentor would ignore entirely.

I’m absolutely convinced that there are other tools that I’m missing out on, but these will be more than I have time to work on for a while. The main point is that I need to grow a business around the things that are in my life and on my mind, and that business needs to GROW so that I can spend more time Living in Paradise than working near it.

On purpose

In the interest of getting some practice with these tools and learn about others, I’ll sheepishly admit that I have signed up for a couple of online courses that I’ve learned about through the podcasts. That’s right, I’ve stuck my neck and my money out for things to help me make some progress on my projects.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think that I know it all. Some of the podcasts I’ve been utilizing will tell me that there isn’t any of this that I don’t know already, but I have to say that there are so many things that I’ve forgotten.

There are big reasons to get help, and there are bigger reasons to pay for it.

While there is much that I know, sometimes we all need a reminder. Someone on the outside can help to pull us out of the rut in the sand that we’ve worn down, when we don’t even realize that we stuck ourselves in it. I live were I want to be, but sometimes working there lets me forget that it is the situation that I chose for myself.

Another big reason to pay for help, is that while Tom Peterson taught us Oregonians that “free is a very good price”, it’s is even more true that we don’t value free advice. By putting a monetary value on the classes, I’m telling myself that the help is worth this much and that I need to make certain to recoup at least that much from it.

Although I don’t expect to participate in real time, I saw value in the tools offered, and am hoping that I will make time to apply all the tools from the courses over the coming year.

And yet…

While time constraints are the most significant obstructions to taking this instruction live, while listening to more from Cathy Heller on Impostor Syndrome I came to the realization that while my engineer’s mindset helps me look for opportunities to contribute and for ways to make kites of my own, it is also dragging on my progress.

I love kites. I love making kites, I love kite history, I love flying kites, I love kites of all sizes. I have been called a kite nerd in the past, but with my responsibilities to my family, I have not pursued my passion (and have forgotten things that I once knew) at the level that makes me feel as authoritative as I want to be if I’m going to blog or podcast about it.

This desire to be the expert, makes me pause before presenting offerings to grow a mailing list on the subject.

I feel that I have loads to contribute to the scouts in my units and plenty to give to the other adults leaders that I work with, but that doesn’t mean that I think that I should publish my thoughts on the national program that I volunteer for. Besides, I don’t have access to, or the knowledge how to use fancy sound equipment for putting out a podcast for other scout leaders.

Again my desire to be the expert is holding me back from making a difference in a market that I see a gap in.

I really think that I have found an interesting niche with the Living in Paradise posts, but I haven’t figured out how to make the living that I want to here in paradise, and I’m not convinced that I have the voice down, an audience to speak to, or a reason to show up regularly to light people up with my little sparks of inspiration.

I wonder if this too shouldn’t try to be a podcast, but where I see a market in a podcast for scouters, I don’t know that there is an audience that wants me to tell them to pick up their chins.

So, I have work to do

I’m less certain than ever what direction I need to be moving in, but clearly I have some work to do. I may need to start by addressing these limiting beliefs. By shining a little truth on them, I hope to find the way forward sooner rather than later.

My best idea for a scouting podcast is actually an interview show with other Scouters (volunteers), so I need to get over the idea that I’m telling anyone anything and start by formulating interview questions.

I love kites, and anything that I provide about kites is likely to show that love and will help me put that love out in the wind.

My sparks of inspiration may be small so far, but there have been firestorms that started with a spark. My thoughts have already been shared and appreciated in self-help communities, there is no reason that I shouldn’t put more weight behind a thought that I took the time to write out.

It is my responsibility, my obligation to myself, to my family, and to my communities, to set aside the things dragging on me and get moving on these projects. To bring them into being and to make them pay me for doing it, so that I can reinvest that payment into growing them further and giving more ideas the opportunity to grow from them.

Your turn

There you have it. Nothing is ever good enough, not even me.

But there is no need for it to be good enough, it is enough that it is.

What is keeping you from seeing the paradise around you?

Please leave a comment to share your limiting beliefs.

Beacons

I was raised studying the Bible. My family attended various Churches of Christ, where I was taught to do as the good book said, simply and without a lot of fuss.

One of the tenants that I was taught (and that I like to think grew in a fertile mind) is to let your light shine, or not hide your light under a basket.

I have found a few ways to let my light shine over the years.

In my kiting, I am proud of the results of my kitemaking, sharing the results with friends at kite festivals. Also sharing them, and any other kite related nuggets with the public at large when I make it to the beach to fly.

I participated in a community chorus for some years, growing my skills and contributing to that community where I was able.

I try to show up fully for any work that I do, and always endeavor to really hear my customers.

I like to think that my light shines in the ways that I am raising my sons and also in the ways that I help the local scout units keep moving.

If you haven’t noticed, I feel strongly that actions speak louder than words (thanks dad) and that our light shows in the work we bring to the world.

Filters

In Physics class some years ago, I learned that you can make rainbows from white light. That if you place something in front of a light in the right manor, it can break the light into segments.

Looking at the process a little closer, my classmates and I saw that not only can the light be divided, but parts of the light can be blocked. With the right tools one could take a light that was not white (say yellow or blue) and get a red or violet light.

Something over the last couple months has triggered this concept of filters, and had it quietly circling in the back of my head.

Collision

This morning while I was absorbing an episode of Johnathan Field’s Good Life Project featuring Elizabeth Gilbert, something was said that catalyzed a realization for me

Mr. Fields was presenting a quote, that I can’t attribute at this time, that we are the average of the five people that we surround ourselves with. I won’t go into an analysis of the validity of the thought, but the idea made it into the same particle accelerator that the concept of filters had found to run in, and I think I like the results that I got.

I will present that we are indeed beacons, the temperature of our light being determined by our mindset and the level of our own enthusiasm for our current occupation(s). Further, that the people that we surround ourselves with serve the light that we project as filters.

Choose wisely

Assuming that I’m on the right track (and I always do until presented with better evidence), it can be difficult for our greater communities to see through to the true light that we project if we are allowing our light to be blocked by a dark individual, keeping our light from the world. If we let our light go through a mindset that is incongruous with out light, our community is far too likely to see us filtered in a way that incompletely represents us.

Further, if we choose wisely, there is the distinct possibility that bringing ourselves close to those that compliment, and brighten, our light can present us to a larger community, and that we may even be able to find some to bring into our orbit that can focus our light, to make it even more powerful, or let it reach communities that it would not have been able to on our own.

Past time for an update

The best laid plans …

I have been remiss in posting. So much has been happening in my life, and none of it involves the path that I want to be traveling.

I’m still where I want to be, but my family life has become a bit more messy, and will likely take another month to get things cleaned up.

I have made time to run a training event for den chiefs to serve between the troop and pack. It was a good event, and I learned that when given time to develop it, I can still feel some jitters about making a public presentation. I’m accustomed to opening my mouth and making a nuisance of myself in front of large groups, but rarely have the opportunity to organize programs.

I have also volunteered to give away more time to help the girl troop that is starting out as an extension of Troop 47. I have also refocused some of my energy with the troop to get the patrol leaders council functioning. I was disappointed this last weekend to miss an event for higher functioning Scouts.

I have promised myself to help with the Blue & Gold banquet (another opportunity for me to face the fear of group presentations) and Pinewood Derby for the pack, but have avoided helping with the district race to protect what little time, energy, health I have reserved. I have even refused to serve as a Nova mentor for my youngest and his associates in the pack, but have tried to get another parent to volunteer for the position.

In January, I’ve gave away some back-stock of miniatures to the kitemakers events that I’m familiar with and contacted a former supervisor about using her as a mentor (since then I learned the origin of the word Mentor and will have to share that with her and then her reaction to the info here). That was the limit of my progress on the kiting front.

I haven’t applied any energy to the “Paradise” posts, finding a home to buy, or toward the kite guide service this year. I keep reminding myself that once I have things straightened out on the home front, then I can apply some energy toward the passion projects, but the enthusiasm that I had for the works doesn’t effectively carry over to the expanded list of chores.

As it is mid-winter, work has slowed to a crawl. I’m getting the bills paid, but I’m not bringing in enough to pay for the things that lie broken around the house, or for that growing list of chores.

I’m working (and resting, although, I ought to get off my butt and try a yoga routine or two) to not get depressed. But, too much of my energy right now is going into buoying my attitude, and not to preparing myself for another grueling summer.

I’ve continued listening to self help podcasts, especially Johnathan Fields “Good Life Project” (starting from 2016), but haven’t come away with quite enough enthusiasm to sit down and write out a post. I haven’t even had any inspiring outings to catch up with the meet up group, in the woods, or just along the beach.

Here’s hoping that my luck and health holds, and that the hole that I’ve been living in doesn’t get any deeper. I can hardly wait to get back to sharing this life in paradise.

Stealing away

Our listening group

So today I payed hooky from family and life to make a run to Portland to sit and meet with a group of folks listening to the DKYDJ podcast.

It was a long slog, made longer by handling some errands while I was inland, and I knew it would be. However I thought it was essential to meet up with these folks. I really wanted to get some validation and whatever suggestions I could get from creative minds that have no background in kites.

Fortunately I got the validation that I was hoping for (even better than I actually expected), and some solid suggestions to improve the product.

Besides my selfish desires being fulfilled, it was a lovely chat with some friendly, caring, and creative people about their desires, objectives, challenges and misgivings.

I’m pretty certain that I’m the oldest of the group that met today (not everyone made it) by a good margin, and I hope that I didn’t dominate the conversations with the suggestions that I make very naturally to my Scouts when we discuss their challenges.

Prime example from my one of my friends

On my way home tonight, some of the misgivings expressed by one of the members (which echoed thoughts from plenty of other listeners throughout the podcast thus far) regarding the desire for a passion project, but the lack of a passion, lead me to think of my friend Scott Hampton and his side hustle(s) of many years.

Scott is now a retired school teacher from Utah, but when I first knew him he would have been one of my teachers. He had the kiting bug, but also had a family.

I met him at the Washington State International Kite Festival (WSIKF), a week long festival that fills a mile of a wide beach in Southwest Washingtin. Scott had brought some wire figure sculptures featuring kites. These were popular, I believe they sold out, paid for his trip, but most importantly created and audience for him.

The next two times that I saw Scott (at that same annual event) he further endeared himself to that audience by selling posters with representations of the flying works of the attendees of the event.

Scott never left the day job, but pivoted his creative drive, and developed his technique and his audience over the years. Now he is making gorgeous kites, banners, and wind toys and his work is instantly recognized by his group of fans that spans the globe.

Telling bad stories relentlessly

My visit with the listening group showed me that my kites can be appreciated by folks without a background in kites, but that I need to add two things to my packaging.

First I need to include instructions. Both for flying the kite and displaying the card. I want to make them as concise as possible, wish me luck.

Also, they pointed out that my story will be an important reason that people will purchase the card and a way to generate future direct sales.

So, as Seth Godin has said, I need to tell my story until I get better at telling it. While I obviously don’t mind writing, I really will have to get over the twisting in my gut when I think that I’m waving my hands screaming “Look at me, look at me!”.

So my homework from the meeting is, write my story, rewrite my story again and again, until it is good. Can I hope for great, without perfectionism stalling me?

Trying to live up to my moral obligation

It’s been a minute, but I have been busy. I’ve been making some progress on the bringing the miniature kites to market, I started to blog on a completely unrelated topic, Scouts still want to take up as much of my time as it can get, work still wants more time than I can give it, and I’m still fighting off that cold.

From time to time I have had thoughts bump into the receptors that may be related to the self doubt that Cathy has mentioned in probably every episode of the Don’t (just) Keep Your Day Job podcast. I am posting my thoughts and progress on this subject under a category by the same name. Of course, I do not mean any appropriation of the title. I just want to help identify the train of these thoughts, want to recognize the source of the inspirations, felt the “moral obligation” to put them out somewhere, and don’t want to clutter anyone else’s space up with my drivel.

New blog posts

On the subject of moral obligations, I came across this quote on Facebook the other day and it really resonated for me. “Reading and writing cannot be separated. Reading is breathing in; writing is breathing out.” The little voice in my head instantly translated “Reading” to “Listening”, and then that gem ran headlong into a long-lived ear-worm of mine.

One of my off the cuff responses to a casual greeting “How are you doing?” is “Just another day in paradise.” (although on a less good day the response can be “Thank you for asking.). While sometimes I wonder why I don’t naturally link that verbiage with Phil Collins (who I adore), being a child of the Eighties, I recognize that it is quite natural that I link the words with Diamond David Lee Roth (who I could live without).

So at a special moment, I connected these two thoughts with the concept that it is my moral obligation to share what I have been blessed with out in the world (or at least the digital world). I concluded that I had to start posting on the premise “Like Living in Paradise” where I hope to address attitudes that I encounter in my day to day on the Oregon Coast. I will try to sprinkle in some descriptions of activities and things to see.

Progress as of late

Besides the posts on the new blog, I have made several mare baby steps that have me very near having my minis to market.

I made a new template, and tried making a couple mini kites based on a pentagon that I’ve made in a larger size. I really like the concept as it provides lots more space for graphics.

I started an Instagram account, followed a few folks, commented on some of their posts and made my own first posts. I’m not comfortable with the media yet, and I’m certain that I’m not utilizing it to the utmost, but all in good time.

I folded and cut out a bunch of cards in a few different colors and figured out the corners that I want to use for my older kites (that I intend to send out to kiting friends because of differences in the construction from the newer ones).

I ordered a few supplies, some for the final steps on the cards and some for the Della Portas. Now I need to settle in and pound out a bunch of minis to use as samples for Winddriven. Also I will be able to make some progress on some life size art kites that have been on the drawing board for WAY too long.

That’s all I have for now. If anybody is actually reading this, please drop me a comment.

Survey says?

Hello ImagineNation,

I have been listening to the Don’t (Just) Keep Your Day Job podcast for a few months, hanging about the FB group (trying to be supportive where I feel my 2 cents might be worth 3), taking notes, and creating to do lists. This post checks off the first line on a list that I’m excited to get started on.

Among other things, I am a kite maker, and I’m currently obsessed with miniature kites like this.

2 inch Sotich Eddy kite

Miniature kites mounted to cards.

Being small, they are relatively quick and easy to make, but that leaves me the problem that they pile up. I have spent time, off and on over the last couple years developing a means to mail these gems to interested parties in my far flung communities, and would like to check that I’m doing my best to serve a need.

To that end I would like to include a survey or a link to a survey with the card.

I would appreciate your suggestions on survey questions to include. These are the questions that were obvious to me:

  • Did your card and kite arrive intact?
  • Would you send this card as a gift?
  • Have you flown your kite?
  • Did you need to look for flying instructions on crossedlineskites.com?
  • Address of a friend you would like me to forward a card to.

Thank you for having a look, and thank you in advance for any suggestions. Lastly, thank you to Cathy Heller for all the inspiration pouring from the podcasts, music, and this community she has helped to create.

“Life is too short not wake up everyday, excited”

So I didn’t make the headway this weekend that I wanted to. I made some, just not as much as I wanted (I want it all). Although the head cold hasn’t let go of me, so I shouldn’t castigate myself, I spent too much time with electronic games so I will (just a little).

I did get Sam most of the way to caught up with his school work, and Luc set up and rolling with some online learning platforms. But I didn’t get my homework for Scouts done.

I did spend some time with miniatures, templates for them, cards to mount them on and new cellophane sleeves for packaging them. Not as much as I should have, but I did take steps. The most exciting one (for me) was a template for a pentagon (not a star) shape that I’ve used with some larger indoor kites

This morning however, I woke up raring to try using photo corners to hold the miniatures that I made during National Kite Month a couple years ago. On the newer kites I leave the spreader longerĀ  so that a hole in the card will hold the kite in. The older kites don’t work the same way, which leaves me with something like 50 kites that I don’t have anything to do with (except to keep and fly myself).

I’ve tried the corners on a couple of the tiniest ones, but most of my collection was sitting in the car (parked at the day-job, as I’m on call this week). I’ll be trying on some more if IĀ  can keep my eyes open when I get to my sewing room tonight.

My next step will be to send some of these (only my favorites) out to beta testers with a survey (that I haven’t figured out how to make electronic, Zach should expect a call).

Sick day and some

No progress lately, my time’s just been full of life stuff.

I could have pushed myself to get over to the gallery to make a new video last weekend, but opted to get myself and the kids home from our Scouting trip. I had a good time at the event, but it didn’t leave me refreshed. Here’s the summary.

The wind up to the weekend a bit on the long side. The evening before was full with the Cub meeting and packing. The day we were to leave was even more full.

After a good day at work, I attempted to replace a squealing belt on the car I intended to take on our trip, but missed a second bolt that allowed for the install (the mechanic that replaced the belt the last time must have missed the bolt as well since the belt that was on the car when I bought it was larger than the one listed for the vehicle).

Once I gave up on fixing that in the growing gloom of Autumn, we threw the last of our gear into the car and headed out without restored power steering. A couple miles down the road I looked down to realize that my checkbook hadn’t made it into the car. Assuming that it also hadn’t stayed in the last place that I could remember setting it, I turned around to look for it on the street close to home.

It turned up, not as close to the house as I would have expected, but all the parts were accounted for so my blood pressure began to settle closer to normal.

We turned once again to our destination, and the only remaining excitement from my perspective was driving 2 hours of the twisty coastal highway in the dark without the power steering, while already feeling a bit tired.

My youngest son however felt a little anxiety over getting down to our camp site and setting up well after it was dark, which can challenge any 7 year old. Further the location and accommodations for my middle son was of some concern to him.It came to a bit of a shock to the little one, when I didn’t know (or seem to be worried about) precisely where in the camp my middle one was bunking. He quickly adjusted his thinking when I explained that I was not in camp to be the middle ones daddy for the weekend, I was there just for him.

This event is the annual election meeting for an advanced level organization for Scouts that my two older sons are a part of, but I myself am not (yet) a member. I have always felt welcome at the groups events, but between finances, spending time keeping my younger sons engaged in their own growth, and feeling it important for my sons to find their own space as they mature, I was not in a hurry to join the organization and have rarely attended their meetings.

The weekend itself was not too exciting, as it is a business meeting, there were parts that didn’t pertain to my little partner or I, and as the weather had finally turned, we limited our scope of activities to stay close to the dining hall and its fireplace. Myself, I had started to work up a head cold and sore throat, so I was intent on staying comfortable.

We did manage to find a cool new spot in camp. I have been to this camp for nearly every kind of function in my dozen years of Scouting, and have wandered through many of it’s concealed corners. However this nifty spot is out beyond the firing ranges, and therefore not safe to visit anytime that the ranges are being utilized. We had a brief window one morning to walk out and enjoy the peaceful spot among some of the oldest trees on the facility.

Much of the rest of our stay centered around a range for tomahawk and knife throwing. I have seen ranges here and there over the years at events oriented for older scouts, but my kids never expressed an interest is giving it a whack. Until now. My youngest asked the Rangemaster if he could give the tomahawks a try, and most of the rest of the day was lost.

Luc handled himself as well as any of the Scouts twice his age, listening to the Rangemasters’ instructions and suggestions, waiting his turn whenever he was cycled out, and trying out the throwing knives whenever it was his turn but another Scout wanted to throw the hatchets. The thing that surprised me most, was that my relatively nonathletic son kept throwing those heavy chunks of metal over and over for hours. What pleased me most though, was that all day while he was waiting he was quietly clapping and encouraging the older Scouts with their throws.

The day ended with a nice banquet featuring the first roast pig, that I’d ever experienced. Naturally, Luc expressed astonishment over the apple that someone (inevitably) shoved into the mouth.

The next morning was full of packing out and cleaning up.

On our way home I stopped at another auto parts store and after a false start replaced that belt with the correct size.

As I mentioned, I had considered stopping off at the gallery to shoot my next video, but my energy was flagging again. Despite that we got unpacked, started cleaning gear, and I even ran some errands before crashing. Sleep didn’t come as soon as I’d hoped, but it came eventually.

Monday, the cold was progressing, but as my partner was out of town, I headed in to work anyway. Tuesday however I sacrificed to better health, then I took Thursday off as well to go to Parent/Teacher Conferences for my younger sons.

This year showed a change in the norm for them both.

Our kids have always been popular with the teachers, and are academically capable. My middle son however, has always preferred to challenge himself to turn in all the work at once (a goal he has yet to achieve), resulting in poor grades in many of his classes and in him retaking a required class this year.

So far, he has managed to turn in most of the work for all of his classes, meaning that he is carrying grades well better than the norm for him.

For his younger brother, we find a teacher highly motivated to drive him to even greater heights. We have known the Luc is advanced socially and academically, although the testing had been somewhat limited. The latest testing shows him to be even further along than we thought academically, to the point of his teacher suggesting that he could skip forward a grade if we pushed him a little on math (I have been reticent on making him memorize his multiplication tables). I am not a huge fan of skipping grades (part of the reason to go to public school is to learn to deal with your peers), so we will explore what electronic and extracurricular learning activities we can track down for him.

I also need to spend more time with him reading aloud. He speaks well and reads (possibly too far) above his reading level, but hasn’t learned to be fluid when reading to an audience.

My challenge with him will be to continue to push him while keeping it fun.

We wrapped the evening with a Halloween themed Pack meeting.

So there you are, some full days (even if some were full being still). Now I need to dig deep for some energy to research in education applications and some for my kites (I’m looking forward to trying a smaller shield with that web print) & cards.

TTFN

Getting in to the season

I have trouble finding good material for the minis for this time of year. Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Autumn in general are represented by large gourds, large leaves, large birds… You get the idea, Fall is about things that have grown all the rest of the year.

The other day I found a package of this really busy design, but I liked the simple colors (besides I have to support the Oregon State Beavers whenever possible). Here it is mounted on one of my new cards.

Yesterday I had the awesome opportunity to introduce myself and my approach to the miniatures to the owner of the local kite shop that I had stopped off at last month. She had come in to the day job to ask about some work she was interested in having done at her shop, and once we were done discussing her project I took the liberty to show some pictures. Later on, again after the work was done, I took the opportunity to show off the pictures to her store manager.

They are interested in having a better look at the kites, so I need to make some time for cards and mail out some kites. I also ordered in some plastic sleeves, I have been dragging my feet on that for some dumb reason.

I was energized by the progress, but an hour and a half Scout Committee meeting that took two and a half hours sapped me of most of my energy. I’ll try again tonight after the Troop meeting.