Back at the ranch

It's the morning after arriving home. My life is waiting for me, starting with a big buy of some of next fall's hats. Max, wearing his signature beaver felt western hat (worth over a thousand dollars) backs his truck up to the back door, unloads piles of boxes filled with samples, and two of my staff and I start picking styles and colors. As I field phone calls, arrange more appointments, answer questions about everything from what kind of print advertising we want to be doing, what is the job list of the stage manager we are hiring for the next event., can my oldest son have some money, how to clean a white fedora that a customers' girlfriend has borrowed and spilt drinks on...excuse me where is the bank machine...



I am back into my world of a busy retail store owner/producer/promoter/mother/wife – and flamenco dancer. I am lucky enough to have a chance of a weekly gig with friends at a resturant in town.

I take a deep breath and look around.

My office is chaos... the phone seems not to stop ringing... I have family and staff who need attention... a "to do" pile that is not to be believed...

And I realize I am the luckiest woman in the world.