Blessed dervish!  Surely canst go, girl.  

That was me today, a blessed dervish.  I wasn’t doing the hokey pokey but I was making one man’s 17th birthday feel special.  All gifts were received well, good company enjoyed and food was tasty, even the obligatory frisbee-like birthday cake.  The cake was not adorned with Thomas the Tank, Lego or even Warhammer as in years past, but instead Sigmund Freud stood amidst the icing, like a small phallus…very appropriate really.  

Just take a moment to read the words above the leaded window, “Rycharde Dale Carpender Made Thies Windovs By The Grac Of God.”   These windows belonging to Little Moreton Hall in Cheshire, England and installed around the year 1450, still stand today.  I have seen them, admired the craftsmanship but particularly, I feel the deepest respect for Rycharde Dale.  (Although it’s possible, even for his time, he wouldn’t have won a spelling contest.)  My husband works in a similarly old profession, as a stonemason, trained as they have been for centuries.  He also signs his work, albeit more cryptically than the loquacious Mr. Dale with a mason’s symbol.  I like the pride,  the belief that it’s not worth doing if it’s not done well and won’t stand the test of time.  What are any of us doing now that is done well enough to last?  (The answer that popped into my head is really quite cynical but I’ll share it with you - processed food: it’s so full of preservatives that it will likely be around hundreds of years from now.)  

Good on you Rycharde Dale!  Hooray for any of you who have pride and passion in what you do.