BUENAS DIAS!
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Did you think we left town?
Believe it or not we have been right here in Alamos, still working on the casa.
YEAR ELEVEN.
Everything is going very good.
No, the casa is still not finished, but we are getting down to the last 2 rooms.
Why aren't we finished?
Why has it taken eleven years?
I think you know the answer.
Senor likes to do too much himself.
Yes, I can still put up with it.
Right now we are taking a break from the casa and building me a glass working shop.
How about that!
It is very exciting.
I am cutting glass on the portal now and have been there for about five years.
If you recall, before that I was in many different locations, including the yard one summer.
Each time we entertain I have to pick it all up and move it.
It is so frustrating, so when I move into the shop/studio, I can leave out all of my projects and I can be as messy as I wanna be.
Thrilling!
I know you want to see photos of the casa.
Not today!
I have a story to tell you.
Interesting things always happen to me, well, I think they are interesting.
But this one especially has me wondering.
When I was on my walk the other morning I found half a bead.
I am surprised I even saw it.
You can see in the photo, it is very tiny, pale blue in color.
I know why I chose to pick it up.
My father picked up all kinds of things in the streets when we four kids were growing up.
He had a name for it.
Shepherding.
We each had a big stick and we walked around the streets, and in the fields and along the railroad tracks and ditches, and we looked for stuff.
My father was a well educated man, head of the history department at a college, well loved by his students and faculty, a musician, and an artist among many other talents.
And he was a huge shepherder.
Most of our treasures ended up in our home, on shelves, or in the yard, or once, when my sister found a baby doll, in loving arms.
To this day, when I take my early morning walk I am shepherding. I no longer carry a stick and I don't actively look for things, but when something catches my eye, into a pocket it will go.
So, the blue bead went into my pocket and I continued walking.