I must say – life is better thought through as a story. I learned storytelling from the Navajo elders. But thinking back to 7th grade, I was telling stories. I absolutely love telling a good story. People here at camp always ask “do you have a book or blog?” I always say – it is better in person.
I have been blessed with an extraordinary life – especially when I embellish. A story is just that…reading your audience and steering the emotion. I love humorous stories so I think that is why I enjoyed Native Americans. They know humor!
“Something big is about to happen to you”
“This message has no content.”- the irony!
These past days have been unseasonably cold. We built a fire the other night – Jake said dad I can see the fire reflected in your glasses give me your camera – and this is the result.
Jake headed back to school from 8am till 3pm. I miss the banter and company of my son. But that is another story.
Legs burn, knees with needles, keep pausing to catch my breath…I can’t keep up with a six year old.
Overalls – wrong clothes!
Everyone said – oh it is so nice that you take your grandson riding. I smile and lovingly thank my neighbors. Everyone said “oh, he will keep you young!” Truer words…
C’mon dad!
It was so fun today – his chain kept falling off and he blamed China! At least it is from REI.