I read it on the inside of a bottle cap.
"A man who gives his children habits of industry provides for them better than by giving them a fortune." Richard Whatley
My parents gave me those gifts but I'm not sure I took them. Hard work over a long time has been my habit but on closer inspection they have mostly been labors of love. A habit of industry would have me playing the piano and guitar, speaking German and Italian, and the grass would be mowed, trim painted and the garden weed free. Those aren't labors of love.
Reading Doug Klassen's post Someday Might Slip By on Forty Years on Two Wheels about blogging, riding, not riding, and generally how time slips by if you aren't careful with it made the bottle cap wisdom leap out as a reminder from above. Good thing I was riding a bit and paying attention.
I have been struggling for years to develop better habits of industry and not just live on inspiration to move me to action. I don't want to have to be in the mood to work. If I wait for the mood to hit me to paint the trim around the house it just won't happen.
I'm sitting at Barnes and Noble writing this just finishing up the dessert course. The Vespa is sitting right outside the window and I can watch people stop for a quick peek. I took the long way to get here considering I hadn't planned to ride this way.
Stopped in town to look at the old fire escape on the Odd Fellows Hall. I have photographed it a number of times and I don't seem to tire of looking at it. And I never have been able to figure out exactly what the Independent Order of Odd Fellows actually does. Even a look at their Web site didn't help.
Riding through Lemont I stopped to look at the restored grain elevator and coal storage bins.
The Granary is one of those beautiful architectural gems than don't often manage to get saved or restored.
Found another farm lane disappearing up along a cornfield that I couldn't resist.
Getting more and more comfortable off the pavement. At the top of the hill was another view I've not seen before. I suspect there are many more.
I think I am almost ready to practice a habit of industry and mow the grass. Or wash the car. Both are unsavory tasks that don't ever really need done do they?
Hell, I suppose its all part of growing up.