Stormy B-Day

Hey Kids, rainyBday

Birthday #51 was spent fighting storms and hoping to keep the boat anchored tight.

Freak storms came at us from one way and then back from the other. The boat was harassed by white caps and wind gusts that made us power the engines to feel like we’d still have a boat.

It wasn’t that much fun, but it’s the boating life and especially at Lake Powell.

But for a birthday- I don’t think I would’ve had it any other way.

Except for maybe actual fishing time.


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Posted retroactively on May 24, 2017

Open Door?

Hey Kids,

Today the door was opened and to both of our surprise, I was there. Delivering a card of birthday wishes, usually left at an unopened door, my knock was answered.

I saw the surprise fade into dread and then regret for not checking first who might be at the door. Your eyes sunk down, unwilling for the most part to take me in your sight. I understood, maybe more than you know.

But you were polite and spoke with me, answering my questions. I kept them vague and nonintrusive to encourage further dialogue. I savored your words, knowing they may be the last I ever hear. I only wish my words to you were of more value, but you were not there to see me and I dared not indulge.

I love you my son. I miss you. Thank for your kindness of decency, your wish of a good birthday to me, and your respect to give to me a little time.

I will treasure this moment. May it become lost, however, in a sea of others more welcomed in the future.


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The Last day of the 50th Year

Hey kids,

Tomorrow, I’m fifty.

At forty, I mentioned that I was then half dead. At fifty, I don’t feel like that so much;  instead, I feel like I’m at the beginning of the best decade ever.

I feel healthier, even if I might not be. I feel happier, even though I carry a huge sadness. I feel like I have ever bit as much energy since I was in my 20’s or 30’s. Yes, 50 is going to be good to me I think.title-50

If for no other reason than I am going to make my 50’s good to me.

Punch the ticket, the ride is about to start.


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Birthday Week- Monday

Hey Kids,

It’s my birthday week.

My sweetie has taught me this term. She actually extends it to the month of her birthday. So I feel sorry for anyone who shares her birth month, because she doesn’t share things like that very well.

But back to me and My birthday week.

I haven’t been much of a birthday celebrator so I’m not sure what to do with a whole week.

Hmmmm. Birthday wishes??? No. Who cares what I want but me, and I’ve been a little fixated on that type of thinking lately. I think it’s time I took account of the things for which I really need to be thankful, things worth getting older.

Hanging Out and Being Cool

Hanging Out and Being Cool

Monday- My Sweetie.

It’s really difficult to explain this one without going all mushy blah, blah, blah because you all know what I’m talking about when I say I’m a better person because of her. You know what it means to have someone you can’t wait to see every day. No need to elaborate what it means to have someone love you back way more that you can love them but she makes you want to try anyway.

She’s it for me. I love waking up in the morning and seeing her first thing. I love laughing with her. I love saying something funny just to see her smile at me. I love the way she loves everyone around her and then see how much they adore her. And yet she chooses to hang around with me.

Monday. I’m so grateful and lucky to have someone as special as she.

Love ya babe!

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