|First day of school|
Fall is ON! Summer is o-v-e-r. Where did it go? (see theory of relativity). It was here...then stuff happened and now it's in the review mirror.
Life...it's just a sequence of events, right? Some good
Life. Things are good. Things are bad. Things just went from good to bad. Wait, things are good again. When does the other shoe drop? Oh, just did... Bad again. Look...things are good again. Oh, and that was just last Thursday!
I prefer to really relish in the good (even create our own) and navigate the bad
Right now...our world is so good. I want to bottle up each day and keep it forever locked away and remain impervious to change. However, we all know that's not possible...and I strongly believe that if it was 70 degrees and sunny every day...the bittersweet perfection of our "sequence of events" would be lulled to sleep forever.
I will say that here at Oyster Bamboo Fly Rods, we have all worked HARD for our good. Daily choices by all of us drive this little company. Good. It's there...simple really, right?
This past summer of 2014 has been
Speaking of "making your own good"...
Five years ago, a teenager (yes...nineteen years old) came to our June bamboo fly rod making class from Michigan with his father. When we first met, I had just given birth to Veronica and Riley was a complete smartass made me laugh (genuinely laugh) within 60 seconds. Side note...that's my only adult requirement for any relationship (well that and don't be an asshole.)...if you make me laugh...we are friends. I'm a simple girl.
So, essentially Riley never left Oyster. Bill saw something in him and we offered him a job. That kid packed up his car and drove down from Michigan in the middle of a massive snowstorm in pursuit of his "good". While this decision makes sense to most of the
While it took some tweaking (not twearking...although that would have been funny)...Riley made a comfy life for himself in Blue Ridge, Georgia.
Fast forward a few years and Quinn graduates from college. She leaves her life as well, takes a leap and moves to Blue Ridge. We did not know Quinn yet...this whole bamboo fly rod making thing is a pretty male dominated world. What on earth will a real girl think?!?! Not knowing any better, I am assuming at this point that Quinn will be repelled by at least some of the goings on in the shop. Please...don't act surprised...we offend our own selves daily.
Well...let's say the first evening we all went out upon her arrival...Quinn really made an impression. She's the gorgeous girl in the sweet dress, million dollar smile with a cold beer in one hand and a cold beer in the other. Have I mentioned she was raised by a college football coach and she's ashamed of our lack of football prowess around the shop? Yes, Quinn is the "needle in the haystack".
|BR Brewery with Quinn|
All kidding aside, these two
So, our summer was threaded with loads of rod work, a record number of bamboo fly rod making classes, retail follies, tourists, more bamboo fly rod making, Crossfit, big bacon and bourbon party for Riley and Quinn, family, and most importantly...the wedding.
Riley and Quinn's single most important event in their young sequence...
5 July, 2015
|The one in the far right is my favorite...okay and the Crossfit photo is just FUN!|
That's Roni bear bottom left and Cutter as a junior groomsmen. Pause. Again.
|Look at Quinn!|
No sooner was the wedding over...and we
It went fabulous as usual but the day after the class unraveled the personal experience of my lifetime.
Class ended the day before my birthday. I woke up on my birthday with a brand new
Game Of Thrones novel with two tickets to an Eco Resort in Costa Rica...for the NEXT day!
|Thank you, Bill.|
Summer moves on...
More Bamboo Fly Rods...More Bamboo Fly Rod Making Classes
|Bamboo fly rod making classes...and fishing|
|Bamboo Fly rod making and summer shop days on Main Street...|
|More rod work...|
|Bill hand engraving...|
|Oyster Bamboo Fly Rods|
So...That's our 70ish days of summer...I can confidently say that it was a special sequence. And, as always...as we plow forward to our next set of self inflicted events (stay tuned), I insist on reflecting back upon this time of our lives as the best yet.
|My beautiful life. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.|