week after another week

Fog all around. Can't fly up. Can't fly down.......................................






more about that below.............

Read a good book this week. Most of it was read in the Denver Airport while waiting to get to Wichita. "Peacegiver" by James Ferrell. Much better book than I expected.

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Finding a book that you don't want to put down is really a good thing. Probably a bright spot in the week really. I have noticed a practice I see often in other blogs is to make lists. So I am going to post below a list of 10 books I can think of that I "couldn't put down" and just almost read in one sitting.

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Before I get to that I thought I would mention that I did spend one night this week in the hotel in the front of the picture above. My window overlooked the dome convention center and the river. Wichita was mostly a visit to a meat plant for me this week. Even though this picture which was especially taken for me "once upon a time" I will have to admit that it was dark when I arrived. The fog mentioned was in Denver. It first caused a diversion to Colorado Springs. I would have posted a picture of us sitting on the runway but somehow I just missed that opportunity. The Denver connection was missed and was the cause of many hours there ( used to read a book of course) as a matter of fact.

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Special List below

Top 10 books I can think of right off the bat that I read in one sitting or almost so.

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When Faith Endures by Nguyen Hughes

Pirate Latitudes by Michael Crichton

The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down by Anne Fadimann

The Best Damn Doctor in the West by Ellis Kackley

A Town like Alice by Nevil Shute

The Latehomecomer by Kao Kali Yang

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

Hearts in Atlantis by Stephan King

Righteous Warriors by John Byetheway

The curious incident of the dog in the night time by Mark Hadden

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Another week

Great weather this week. Nice walk today. Good to see the blossoms from last weeks walk changed to leaves this week on so many trees. Looking forward to summer. Hoping for blue sky and sun.

Things are more like they are now

than they ever were before.

The Week

Looking back at the week for things that were noteworthy. Mike's birthday. It was nice to get together for that. I had some last minute help from Zach getting me what I needed at the airport. Guess we could look at that in more than one way. One could just say too bad I needed to get some help having forgot something or one could be glad a support system and help was available and could respond so fast. It was nice to have the help. This morning might be consider a noteworthy event. Great weather out there. Figure I need to be too......................................

The real voyage of discovery consists
not in seeking new lands but in seeing
with new eyes. Proust


There is a spiritual meaning of all human acts and earthly events. John A. Widsoe

What determines Who

Reflecting on the week, and then more than the week, the question of "who are we" comes to mind? Mid week I had a opportunity to look at a video of two different young men in very different situations both very young men. One young man had taken a bath in the sink at work and posted it on the Internet and then with his slurred speech and tattooed body he just rambled on and on having found his spotlight, and then the other young man was in Germany with his family playing the piano in a international competition. His father had taken the video with a great deal of pride. It was posted for friends and family and perhaps to help build his credentials. Two kinds of pride. What a difference in the course of two lives.

John Ruskin was a 19th Century English critic who said, "Taste is not only a part and index of morality, it is the only morality. The first, and last, and closest trial question to any living creature is, "What do you like?" Tell me what you like , and I'll tell you what your are."

David O McKay wrote in his book, True to the Faith, "I will know what you are if you tell me what you think about when you do not have to think"

I wondered some about the idea of "time when you don't have to think". Good subject for thought, by the way. Time is unforgiving. It happens. The way we fill it might just be our real distance run in life. I suppose you can fill it with thought or actions but we shape who we are as we do so.

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds worth of distance run,

Yours is the earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more- you'll be a man, my son.