A long day.


  • A day out in the sun, with young, curious people, learning a little bit about a new part of the business. The energy of the sun, & the energy of youth to lift my spirits up
  • Closure on family matters needing communication and humor
  • Watching the love of my life fall asleep, exhausted.

Not my words for today…. Robert Fulghum’s Kindling for the fire from his notebook entries.


“I’m a salami writer. I try to write good salami, but salami is salami.” Stephen King – commenting on his own writing.

Bumper stickers I’ve seen:

God loves you, whether you like it or not.

I used up all my sick days, so I called in dead.

Even if the voices aren’t real, they have some great ideas.

Sweatshirt messages I’ve seen in downtown Moab:

You couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions.

Come to the dark side. We have free cookies.

Heaven doesn’t want me and hell’s afraid I’ll take over.

And some more serious thoughts and ideas:

Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.

If you do what you’ve always done, you will get what you’ve always gotten.

If you do everything you should do, and do not do anything you should not do, you will, according to the best available statistics, live eighteen hours longer than you would have otherwise.

Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is a little like expecting a bull not to attack you because you are a vegetarian.

Expectations create experience.

A semi-poem after hearing Cosy Sheridan sing:

There are places you’ll never go back to. And friends you won’t see again. Roads that will never be traveled. There are loves that go unrequited. But torches you always will carry. Walks you wish had never ended. There are memories you never go back to. And memories you never forget. Fires you will always keep tending. Changes you’ll finally get used to. And learn to keep on moving on.

Festina Lente – Latin – keep moving and slow down – simultaneously

It’s all such a delicate balance – To worry does nothing but steal from the living.

Fallacious logic is often the offspring of wishful thinking.

Speculation is not information. Guesses are not facts. Wishes and dreams are smoke from the fires of imagination. Collect kindling for those fires as you go.