I have been convinced for many years that I should work for a think tank. I have a million ideas. Each day I come up with more. I am not saying they are good ideas but they are ideas.
Take for instance my idea to help dad get out of his chair. As he aged, it became a production each time he wanted to stand up. Ever the helpful daughter, I thought I should take an old air mattress, cut it up and sew it into a 3 dimensional wedge shape. The theory was that dad could sit on this flat, deflated vinyl wedge and when he wanted to get up he would start the air pump and would be lifted into the air so he could stand. I wanted to call my contraption the Derri-Aire. I tried to convince my son-in-law, an engineer, that this would be wonderful idea. He looked at me speechless and then burst into laughter. I wasn’t insulted. I laughed too. Then I stopped laughing and asked him if the air pump had enough um-mph to lift a 140 pound man. That is when my son-in-law realized I might be serious.
I have the perfect combination of personality traits that make idea generation possible. I am a problem-solver, impulsive, a hard worker, stubborn, willing to try anything at least once and most importantly I am not afraid of making a fool of myself. Part of this comes from my DNA and part comes from lessons I learned from family who grew up on the prairies. These relatives had to depend on themselves for survival. From them I learned to use my imagination first and then go to the shed, the barn, the garage or the house to look for tools to fix whatever needs fixing. Now that is a gift that just keeps on giving.