This is my life. My thoughts, my feelings, and the things I spend my time doing and loving. Take your time, but not too much of it--it's far too valuable. Most of all, enjoy the adventure!
Friday, February 27, 2015
Great songs are part of my life
Music is very much a part of my life. I use it to express my feelings, to lift my mood, to pump me up. While there are some great songs out there, I put In My Life by the Beatles very high on my own personal list. Enjoy!
Snowshoeing and life
There are times when I feel guilty just for being healthy. This
morning, I left my wife, Ann, to go snowshoeing. For the past few days
she's been having a terrible time with her RA flareups and extremely
dry eyes, both at the same time. “I can deal with one,” she said,
“but not both at the same time.”
I offered to stay home with her. “No,” she said. “There's no reason you should stay home and be miserable, just because I am.”
The thing is, she's right—and she's wrong. While there's really nothing I can do to help her—for me, I hate feeling helpless to help--there's something to be said for staying home for the sake of sympathy.
I was gone for five hours. I traveled through some beautiful scenic countryside, up the road to Guardsman's Pass in Big Cottonwood Canyon. I got a lot of good exercise and breathed in a lot of clean air. My blood was pumping and my sweat glands were working proficiently. My legs began to burn as I pushed on toward the pass, but I finally made it. I stood there taking in the view for a few minutes, talked to a couple of snowmobilers who had made their way up to join me, then headed back down.
The rest of the afternoon I've been there for Ann. I'm still trying to figure out how to help the eye situation—I did call her eye doctor and arranged an appointment for next week—and I massaged the area in her neck that's been giving her fits through this flareup. She needed help with her shower and lotion put on afterward. I was happy to do it. Sometimes the strong can only do so much to help the weak and suffering, and the rest must be left up to God and time.
It can be a frustrating experience being unable to help someone you love through their trials. There's something I need to learn from this, and maybe it's just that I can't make everything all better. And maybe it's that even though I can't make things better, I can be a support and a help through the trials. When it comes right down to it, the help we give or don't give in the times of need is what makes us good people or indifferent people. I hope I'm never indifferent to the suffering of my loved ones. That would be a tragedy indeed.
I offered to stay home with her. “No,” she said. “There's no reason you should stay home and be miserable, just because I am.”
The thing is, she's right—and she's wrong. While there's really nothing I can do to help her—for me, I hate feeling helpless to help--there's something to be said for staying home for the sake of sympathy.
I was gone for five hours. I traveled through some beautiful scenic countryside, up the road to Guardsman's Pass in Big Cottonwood Canyon. I got a lot of good exercise and breathed in a lot of clean air. My blood was pumping and my sweat glands were working proficiently. My legs began to burn as I pushed on toward the pass, but I finally made it. I stood there taking in the view for a few minutes, talked to a couple of snowmobilers who had made their way up to join me, then headed back down.
The rest of the afternoon I've been there for Ann. I'm still trying to figure out how to help the eye situation—I did call her eye doctor and arranged an appointment for next week—and I massaged the area in her neck that's been giving her fits through this flareup. She needed help with her shower and lotion put on afterward. I was happy to do it. Sometimes the strong can only do so much to help the weak and suffering, and the rest must be left up to God and time.
It can be a frustrating experience being unable to help someone you love through their trials. There's something I need to learn from this, and maybe it's just that I can't make everything all better. And maybe it's that even though I can't make things better, I can be a support and a help through the trials. When it comes right down to it, the help we give or don't give in the times of need is what makes us good people or indifferent people. I hope I'm never indifferent to the suffering of my loved ones. That would be a tragedy indeed.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2015
When idiocy reigns
We are ruled by a collection of idiots. The latest, Marie Harf's
bizarre suggestion that all ISIS needs to calm down is employment.
Those of you who believe such nonsense have such a warped sense of
good and evil in the world that it's nearly laughable. Harf's amusing if not so dangerous statement is just the tip of the iceberg of the downright stupidity of the Obama administration. From Eric Holder's statements on the recent ruling on Obama's governmental fiat on amnesty for illegals, to the President himself refusing to call a terrorist a terrorist and using moral relativistic remarks during his speech at the National Prayer Breakfast, we are heading down a dark path from which, if cooler heads do not prevail, we are going to rue the day we took such a path. For a more
realistic view of what's transpiring in the world, here's an
excellent essay by Graeme Wood: clickety-click
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Great day skiing at Alta
I went skiing with my brother, Mike at Alta today. It was awesome! We had a few inches of fresh snow, and the sun was shining, and I only dumped it once. Here's the pic he took:
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
One thing I believe in is love...
I just saw this great video about the love Irish Poet, Thomas Moore had for his wife. I love and appreciate great stories of love and wonderful music. Here it is combined in one amazing video: Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms
Share this with those you love on Valentine's Day!
Share this with those you love on Valentine's Day!
Wednesday, February 04, 2015
Character lines
“Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not
me, I want people to know “why” I look this way. I’ve traveled a long
way and some of the roads weren’t paved.”- Will Rogers
Turning back the clock. It isn't easy, nor is it really necessary. I love the Will Rogers quote above. People should wear with honor the lines, scars, or whatever they've earned or even just acquired in their lives. These are the signs that someone has made it through, and often the signs of how tough it was to do so. Is there ever really a finish line? I don't think so. There are always new challenges, new adventures, new highways to travel, and while we're on them, the old ones we've already bested, or that for a short time, bested us, travel with us.
Another quote I've always like is this one by Hunter S. Thompson: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of
arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid
in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out,
and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
Amen!
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