We continued our talk on entrepreneurship. In answer to my question -- How can this person I know be successful doing that kind of thing? Ed answers, over breakfast...
...You can make anything out of anything. It's not just the thing you're doing, you know that.
So it doesn't matter if you hit on a brilliant idea? What you're saying is that the idea itself doesn't have to be brilliant?
It's not necessary and it's not enough. The stuff that I design? I have to pay equal attention to designing the process of putting it out there...
Of course, I know that in my life, I neither generated marketable ideas, not was I skilled at marketing the few sellable ideas that I did generate. I'm just not programmed that way. And those around me weren't that different. Not in Poland, during the pre-market epoch, not in academia during my adulthood.
You could say that I am a capitalism misfit.
(and there you have it: The Haircut)
But hey, never too late for anyone (especially an immigrant) to adjust to her surroundings!
We move on to a discussion of specifics. (This is what I'll return to here, on Ocean in a couple of months.) But not for long. I have a market date with my 29th week pregnant daughter.
Even though this is not Madison's last outdoor farmers market, it surely feels that it is slowly wrapping up. Though the stalls are brimming!
(biggest radishes ever!)
I had taken Rosie to my daughter's house and as we returned to her place after the market, it struck me that I have to take Rosie right back, because it would be so perfect to bring home mums for the farmhouse path. Imagine, $10 for a pot of these!
And I'm still not done shopping. My sack is filled with many pounds of carrots for carrot soup, fennel, oyster mushrooms, corn, spinach and now of course the mums, but I want to go to a bakery, to order some treats for next weekend and so I spin the old moped girl to Batch, our second most wonderful bakery -- this one, too, selling yummy breads, croissants, cakes and pies.
It is a challenge to ride Rosie now. The mums are in her rear basket, the produce is slung over my shoulder, the breads are dangling on her handle bars. But, she and I are a good team!
We follow rhe winds home.
And this isn't the end of it: the day is so gorgeous, so brilliantly sunny and unseasonably warm, that it's easy to coax Ed for a hike on the Ice Age Trail.
("you're leaving us again?!")
(cheeper rivalry: "do you think I'm as sweet as Scotch?")
The forest will make your jaw drop!
A quick stop at the chocolate store...
...then home. To the golden crab apple, against the bluest of blue skies.
...You can make anything out of anything. It's not just the thing you're doing, you know that.
So it doesn't matter if you hit on a brilliant idea? What you're saying is that the idea itself doesn't have to be brilliant?
It's not necessary and it's not enough. The stuff that I design? I have to pay equal attention to designing the process of putting it out there...
Of course, I know that in my life, I neither generated marketable ideas, not was I skilled at marketing the few sellable ideas that I did generate. I'm just not programmed that way. And those around me weren't that different. Not in Poland, during the pre-market epoch, not in academia during my adulthood.
You could say that I am a capitalism misfit.
(and there you have it: The Haircut)
But hey, never too late for anyone (especially an immigrant) to adjust to her surroundings!
We move on to a discussion of specifics. (This is what I'll return to here, on Ocean in a couple of months.) But not for long. I have a market date with my 29th week pregnant daughter.
Even though this is not Madison's last outdoor farmers market, it surely feels that it is slowly wrapping up. Though the stalls are brimming!
(biggest radishes ever!)
I had taken Rosie to my daughter's house and as we returned to her place after the market, it struck me that I have to take Rosie right back, because it would be so perfect to bring home mums for the farmhouse path. Imagine, $10 for a pot of these!
And I'm still not done shopping. My sack is filled with many pounds of carrots for carrot soup, fennel, oyster mushrooms, corn, spinach and now of course the mums, but I want to go to a bakery, to order some treats for next weekend and so I spin the old moped girl to Batch, our second most wonderful bakery -- this one, too, selling yummy breads, croissants, cakes and pies.
It is a challenge to ride Rosie now. The mums are in her rear basket, the produce is slung over my shoulder, the breads are dangling on her handle bars. But, she and I are a good team!
We follow rhe winds home.
And this isn't the end of it: the day is so gorgeous, so brilliantly sunny and unseasonably warm, that it's easy to coax Ed for a hike on the Ice Age Trail.
("you're leaving us again?!")
(cheeper rivalry: "do you think I'm as sweet as Scotch?")
The forest will make your jaw drop!
A quick stop at the chocolate store...
...then home. To the golden crab apple, against the bluest of blue skies.
So much to comment to... but do I think Butter is sweeter than Scotch. Of course! Butter is brilliant and assertive without being aggressive and should most certainly be a headliner on the Christmas Card! Butter looks right into the eye of adversity and stares it down with righteous bliss.
ReplyDeleteBut my opinion might be tainted by the fact that red is my favorite color... and I slather butter on just about anything.
Ha! And, too, I neglected to mention that the white hens are very quiet. Scotch chortles in the sweetest gurgling fashion.
DeleteStill a Butter fan? Okay. :)
Nina, Nice hair cut, nice photo. I like the top. I am looking for something very similar in black/white. Did you get this in the states? Looks very French to me.
ReplyDeleteMums for $10...look edible. Perfect picture of Rosie. I'm happy to meet her. She looks user friendly.
I have not been able to find a decent bakery in this area.
I'm not sure what chicken you took that close up of but what eyes. I don't know if you ever saw the video of the little boy hugging the chicken on Facebook but it is heart melting.
You and those chocolates....now I've got a jones.
Insofar as I still purchase clothes, it's almost always online, J.Crew, and when there is a sale. (And lo! Similar shirt is in fact there now, on sale!)
DeleteI'm thinking you'll be leaving Raleigh soon and are there only for work reasons?
I'll check out J. Crew. Thanks.
DeleteWe want to leave this area once we have saved enough money. That would probably be one to two years. We are here because of displaced housing. Sis sold her home we were renting an apt. in the first week it went on the market and during the bleak years for real estate. There was not enough time to relocate in NY before we had to be out of the house. She offered to help us move to NC where she has another home and spends 6 months out of the year. So here we are fish out of water and swimming back to shore.
I'm going to comment because I'm all signed in so it's as easy as a click of the button right now. I love the recent head on chicken photos and the haircut and the last picture on this post. I also miss mums. They are nowhere near as prevalent here as they are in Madison.
ReplyDeleteIn some countries of Europe you give mums only to remember the dead. Maybe it's that way in Denmark?
DeleteI am enjoying your intriguing conversations about entrepreneurship and what path you might take. Your post sings of fall and happy Bebe times ahead. Our girls are only three weeks apart. M is in week 26!
ReplyDeleteThis is so nice, Diane! There are no strangers at Nina's place. :)
DeleteWe three will all be new grammas together.
JoyD -- when is *your* due date?
DeleteETA December 9 !!!
DeleteLove watching Beautiful Daughter and her expanding stripes!
ReplyDeleteThe Bakery, groan! I have to go all the way downtown for a good bakery... and that's probably for the best :)
We worked in the garden ALL day yesterday, so we've earned a treat maybe. But our treat yesterday was a glass of wine on the patio, looking out at the gorgeous old trees all aflame. I especially like when they've lost about half of their leaves and you can see the pattern of the branching.
The mums, of course they're cheap, it's almost NOVEMBER ! Mine are the glowing gold ones in the center of your pic. I also bought the same for my school entryway. Are these garden mums or hardy mums? I don't know what mine are! So I'll plant them and see what happens.
Enjoy another gorgeous day today!
The mums are more or less hardy. In principle, they are, but only about 50% of those you take from pot to ground will survive and probably not for many years. There are several reasons for it -- including time of typical planting -- not enough good weeks for root establishment. But you can try.
DeleteNina, I want to recommend Tania to you today. I love what she said about recognizing that her life is "very small" but she's happy with it. That's something I often think about. I just try to live my small life the best I can. If I can be kind or calm or smiling in just a few fleeting random connections every day, I feel good about ...I don't know...the Oneness of life. .... Well, that was not clear, was it? And that's why I'm not a blogger. :)
ReplyDeleteI do usually check in on her. Her steady theme is that smallness that is, in fact, greatness -- and love and trees -- you can't g wrong with that!
DeleteVery clear. You should blog.
Joy, Thank you for posting this and bringing to light a "very small life". Somehow for me that is very reassuring. My life is so different than what I had expected though I am not certain what I was expecting. I guess something 'more'. So now I consider the very small life with acceptance. Okay, this is who I am. The pressure dissipates and it is easier to embrace the uniqueness. Hugs, Nora
ReplyDeleteWhen I was very young I wanted big things. When I was just a little older, I quickly saw that this would not be my path. But it's wonderful to recognize that beauty isn't in the grand. That IS the secret of a good life.
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