Tuesday, June 28, 2011

random thoughts at 8:30

  1. i like ann curry
  2. my left hip flexor is strained making sleep difficult
  3. i need to get through my Cheerios before they get soggy
  4. today predicted to be the hottest day of the year
  5. clean windows make me want to jump through them
  6. is it possible to be genetically grumpy? i see a trend
  7. a glass of water poured on the porch...then dancing my feet through
  8. michelle's son got a 36 ACT (perfect) score and best of all he's a wonderful son and brother
  9. laurel ditched probation and ran away to so. cali.
  10. 40 year reunion next month...whatever happened to roger arnold?
  11. do i really have to feed the canary again...
  12. the last two books i read were mediocre 
  13. when i drive into the driveway i smell roses


more compassion and walking!

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” 
Atticus Finch 
To Kill A Mockingbird

Ralph Waldo Emerson


Monday, June 27, 2011

my very first job

my dad had a produce business
in the winter
 cases of oranges
stacked in the family wagon

door to door
selling oranges
at his cost
all of the money went in our pockets

"but little girl, i can buy oranges for less at the store"

i was in elementary school
audree went with me
or she took the other side of the street
a race to see who could sell the most

"mister, i can't argue with anyone who sells their produce for less...
they know what it's worth"

and with that said
i would slice an orange
with a white handled pocket knife
a taste of golden sunshine
on a cold winter day

yup, that's what my dad taught me to say

i love my dad


gratitude on Monday


  • a rose for sweetie on father's day
  • angie
  • jeff
  • audree
  • nathan
  • anson
  • alison coming to town with her "little's" and one "big"
  • stake conference
  • dedicated servants of Him
  • david and kelli coming to town
  • a new little boy for them
  • at last Trek
  • 17 miracles
  • opening the front door early each morning to let Summer in
  • a crescent moon this morning over Mount Olympus
  • we are happy
  • everywhere i look i see His care
  • we keep trying
  • walking the cove
  • sis stirring around bright and early each morning
  • a fun date for her
  • deviled eggs
  • insurance for lost diamond


Sunday, June 26, 2011

to always remember

i'm glad you're home.  xox


Saturday, June 25, 2011

family night

That's baseball, and it's my game.  Y' know, you take your worries to the game, and you leave 'em there.  You yell like crazy for your guys.  It's good for your lungs, gives you a lift, and nobody calls the cops.  Pretty girls, lots of 'em. 
 ~Humphrey Bogart

Baseball, to me, is still the national pastime because it is a summer game.  I feel that almost all Americans are summer people, that summer is what they think of when they think of their childhood.  I think it stirs up an incredible emotion within people.  ~Steve Busby, in Washington Post, 8 July 1974

Crime is terribly revealing. Try and vary your methods as you will, your tastes, your habits, your attitude of mind, and your soul is revealed by your actions.

When a man, before innocent, commits crime, he passes, by a sudden transition, into a new world. The significance of all objects around him is changed; the laws of association in his own mind are changed; a viper is born in his breast which stings and goads him. Sounds that he never heard before ring in his ears; a violated conscience turns avenger and scourger;--the foe is within him. Were it merely an external enemy, assaulting the criminal from without, perhaps he might be fled from, resisted, bribed, or would at last remit his inflictions through very weariness of tormenting. But not so with the consciousness of wrong.... It will not sleep, nor tire, nor relent.

Thursday, June 23, 2011


money trees shimmy in the sunlight
russian olive fragrant
a fallen sparrow
counted, not forgotten

types and shadows

poppies pink and red
purple flags heavy on stalks
sweet william
a breeze

my neck is wet
back sticking
all is holy
labored breath

to push
to rise
to see
to live again


Sunday, June 19, 2011

my dad

i always felt safe
with you.

"By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness, 
and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families."
The Family: A Proclamation to the World


Friday, June 17, 2011

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Ride the Rockies

"a long time ago"
25 years 
June 29th-July 4th
when i was 32


Grand Junction to Glenwood Springs – 90 miles
Glenwood Springs to Aspen – 42 miles
Aspen to Leadville – 59 miles, Independence Pass – 12,095 feet
Leadville to Frisco – 40 miles, Fremont Pass – 11,318 feet
Frisco to Idaho Springs – 37 miles, Loveland Pass – 11,992 feet
Idaho Springs to Denver – 37 miles

i rode the Rockies
with 1500 others
in six days
on a ten speed bicycle
crossing the continental divide three times

this ride was sponsored by THE DENVER POST
first year ever
a sag wagon hauled our gear from stop to stop

each night pitching a tent
one night we slept in a school gym
always rising before the sun

first day riding 90 miles
some wanted to make it 100
kept riding around town
not me
90 was plenty

 i flew down the mountains
high high speeds
crouching low
leaning into the turns

it rained
it poured
i went down on the railroad tracks
tire hitting the ruts weird
the rain hid my tears
and embarrassment 

some days were windy
the sun beat hot
then drafting behind an older gentleman

training meant early morning rides
no later than five-thirty
most days of the week
conditioning hands, shoulders, and seat

there was road rash
a result from clumsy spills
drafting gone wrong
not releasing feet from the clips

i over trained
sore knees
a cough
excited to ride
but subpar 

i had six children at home

the youngest still a baby
david boy
daddy brought the children mid-trip
it was davey's birthday
we put a candle on a cupcake
sang to our baby turning one

that little baby reached for the candle
getting burned
he cried.
i felt stupid.
and sad.

katie and alison were super curious
naked women
showering together
modesty tossed out the window
except for me
only the first riders to arrive
get hot water

soon that "a long time ago" baby
will be a daddy
his son coming in July
25 years 

continually blessed

riding buddies...sherrie spencer, ron vanwagonen, wayne carwin