Good Friends, Good Coffee and a Sabbatical

I just had to post some pictures of two of my best friends. It has been said that a real friend will love at all times, and these two have certainly proven themselves in this aspect. LeEtta and Ryan, I had SUCH a good time with you. Thank you for your love, your hugs and the LAUGHS!! I won't be posting for a little 'bit so just be patient. I'll be back sometime in July. Peace.

Good News On Mom

The doctors say Mom's tumor has shrunk more than they anticipated, so they were pleased. The doctors want her to heal for about two months and then go from there. At least there is a glimmer of hope in the midst of everything. Also, if all goes well Monday, I'll get to go home AGAIN to see her in just a week and a half. Thanks again for the prayers and support.

Shalom.

Simple Livin'

This song still needs some help, but after my last encounter with my grandpa and my dad, I've been trying to flesh out a song and came up with this:

So beautiful in your simple way
Knowing but ever too humble to say
And you were never famous beyond the walls of this town
But your life spoke for itself
And if you wanted to, you could get out

Simple livin'
And being content with all you have
Not pining--making you bitter or
Wishing you had
If only I could be more like that
I'm telling you, I want to be more like that

Big cities and all their madness
This busyness covers up any sadness
It's all a little game of getting the most
But it's funny how time tells the truth
And likens the game to chasing a ghost

Simple livin'
And being content with all you have
Not pining--making you bitter or
Wishing you had
If only I could be more like that
I'm telling you, I want to be more like that

So I'm gonna pack it up and move it on home
Underneath that big Montana sky
Where the measure of a man ain't by what he has
Where there ain't nothin' to prove, yeah
Someday soon I'm gonna be more like that
Pretty soon I'm gonna be more like that

Savor the Moment

I've been thinking it is true that most everything in this old life is just temporary if you give it enough time and thought I'd let you know. One day I will wake up and be 50 and wonder where it all went--too many lines across my face and too many hard lessons learned. Maybe then--and only then--will I have some stories to tell in a book or maybe just over a spot of tea with a good friend who has lines across his face too.

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so. Douglas Adams

I love this song:

I watch you grow away from me in photographs
And memories like spies
And salt betrays my eyes again
I started losing sleep and gaining weight
And wishing I was was ten again
So I could be your friend again

These days we go to waste like wine
That's turned to turpentine
It's six AM and I'm all messed up
I didn't mean to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line
But I'm warning you we're growing up

I heard you found some pretty words to say
You found your little game to play
and there's no one allowed in
Then just when we believe we could be great
Reality it permeates
And conquers from within again

These days we go to waste like wine
That's turned to turpentine
It's six AM and I'm all messed up
I didn't mean to waste your time
So I'll fall back in line
But I'm warning you we're growing up

I've been reading Hugh Hewitt's book, A Mormon in the White House, and will have a blog on this soon as well as one on two of my bestest friends who are coming this weekend.
Until then, savor the moment.