Saturday

Fourth of July Shed project started at 9:45 with four persons working.


By 1:45 we had the plywood on the roof.


My son and carpenter helper had to leave early

By 3:45 I sat back with a cup of coffee and saw a mini house with three walls complete, a door, and a very cool mountain look.


It is almost too nice to store your rakes and shovels.

a picture of the "end of the day" product is HERE

Sky watch Friday

Skywatch friday is a photo blog linking community.

I am participating with this entry

A single, solitary, simple seed

one
one thought, one idea, one person

it has to come down to this
ONE is important

One man, my dad was such a powerful influence in my life that giving up my relationship with him would wound me for a long long time - and I just found that out this week.

One mistake leads to another and pretty soon the ONE person you should have protected is not, is damaged and in neglecting that sacred trust, you kill off a part of yourself. One person not born can change history, one young man's dream crushed can lead to a life of waste and want.

ONE CHANGE; recovery, repentance, surrender, whatever I call it it comes to this, for me, I gave up so much of myself trying to find myself. Now in yielding to my heavenly father, God, I am discovering more than who I am and what I am here to do, I am finding that I DO FIT in the big plan and I AM CAPABLE of taking my place in my family and in my community as a strong man. Once the blinders came off and the chains forged by years of willfulness and rebellion were cut away, the freedom that came to my limbs, my heart and my new mind is beyond putting into a few words. I am wanting to dance, my voice which grumbled for too long, now sings. My path, once a serpentine swirl strewn with wrecked dreams, now stretches far ahead toward a bright horizon.

just a thought

The Wildland Firefighter Foundation is helping fallen and injured firefighters in California and assisting firefighters who have lost their homes while serving to protect others.
Go here if you want to know what you can do to help.

many loves

I love: ( in no particular order)
my blog - it is a constant imaginary friend
driving slow - it really freaks out the tourists and teens
watching the sunrise, I survived another night

I love hot coffee and fresh sourdough toast
the way birds fly crazy, even on short trips
the feel of a dogs thick fur between my fingers
the power of my muscles ( but not so much the ache afterwards)

I <3 reading the paper because I can skip all the depressing "city" stories that do not apply to me.
reading detective novels, massage manuals, and canoe construction books
not having to read instructions, because mostly I can figure it out
seeing beneath weak anti God arguments for what they are: fear of truth

I luv being a man, with an axe and a chainsaw and a four wheel drive,
eating way to much good food, watching a movie
I enjoy not pretending, just being.

I truly love these moments with you, the computer, my coffee
and the brightness of a brand new day .

( must sign off now, sounding too much like Barney.)

this is my life

Friday night
and I have NO reason to complain

more accurately:
I have at least seven reasons to rejoice.
to wit:
I wake each day smiling at the rising sun in a near perfect natural world.
I find deep restful sleep each night, free from anxiety, worry, or fear.
I have trusting, caring, helpful family and friends that make my life a breeze.
I have enough unfinished projects to last me until Jesus returns.
My mom makes good progress on healing her back and regaining her mobility with the help of lasers ( read about it here) She uses less pain medication every day.
Though life is a steep mountain, I am in no hurry to climb to the summit, and am enjoying going round it in distracted circles, seeing what wildflowers I can collect on my way up.
My daughter has her drivers license and I THINK she may actually know how to use it.
----------------- and it is the weekend------
maybe I will paddle my canoe on the lake

a tag from Carol

Rules are:
* Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
* People who are tagged, write posts in their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
* At the end of your post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.


8 random facts about myself
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1. I have four cars, three that do not have current registration
2. As much as I enjoy construction I will leave it when I can do massage therapy full time.
3. I own ten books on massage therapy/ acupressure.
4. I make the BEST smoked salmon and smoked pork ribs ( come on over and see)
5. I eat way too much, and it finally is catching up with me.
6. I just bought my daughter strings for her electric five string violin.
7. Nothing gives me more pleasure than hearing her play with her school orchestra.
7a. yes, NOTHING!
8. God continues to invade my every waking moment and conscious thought with His words, His wisdom and His great love

I am not tagging you, but if you have 8 random facts please share them and note that here in comments, If not, tell me what God has done for you this day.

Thanks to Carol for tagging me

you bet your bunny tail...

yes, we boiled and dyed eggs here tonight.
Miss Hannah and I - playing silly kids together.
remembering days long past when holidays were
filled with joyous together times. Too soon she will be grown and off to college, so I treasure this sort of Father-Daughter time. Precious.

Now to go put them on the front porch so that when the Rabbit gang comes they wont' kidnap anybunny.

market night, Redlands

honey - a parable

My father whom I love, and have talked about a few times here,
would mix up "honey-butter" and we would spread it on our toast.
It was heaven to my young mouth. He was a lover of life and of people, and honey!

So there was a honey comb in a tree I was trimming, which got me to thinking about all the different flavors of honey and how absolutely irresistible it is, in any form.
Honey remains a bit on the expensive side, yet my favorite place
to purchase it is at the Farmer's market in Big Bear.
( a Tuesday gathering of who's who in BB, and yes I will take you there)

So I was dolloping honey into my tea the other night, and realizing I did not like this particular type of honey as much as I have enjoyed my Farmers market buys,
and I got to making it allegorical and philosophical and incomprehensible.
So I quit, and made it simple.
Man loves honey, once he has tasted it, he can not forget that sweetness, or the texture.
While he has fond memories of childhood honeys and the first time he picked his own honey off the shelf, when he is looking for something to sweeten his tea or decorate his English muffin, he is not really going to push away one flavor of honey because he is hooked on the Orange blossom special. The fact that he may choose a alfalfa honey to get him through the months until farmers market returns does not in any way diminish his appreciation for the Wild honey that smells as sweet as it tastes and makes him wish he was a bee, with nothing to do all day but fly from one fragrant field of flowers to the next, sipping nectar and gathering pollen and doing the dance that bees do, when they have found a patch of flowers that is rich with flavor in the warmth of a spring afternoon.

yeah, I caught a Buzz writing that!

sunset years

I am not going to last forever,
but I want the work I do to last.
so I put all I have into it
this was my reward at the end of two long days
it was stunning, and I wonder now how many people looked out, and went on with their busy lives, instead of standing in awe.
I am in my sunset years, but I want it to be glorious!

WEIRD!

Children of Men; what a weird movie !
So so so very political, so very graphic. The extreme barbarism of paramilitary violence and blatant racism/ immigrant phobic "Americans First" philosophy.
( the trick is it is in England, and the immigrants are Europeans)
They even had militant Muslims as 'some" of the bad guys.
I had to go see it, it was only $5, but i would not recommend it.
Way too "all over the place" for any one message to come through.
I am sure critics will rave, I give it a BIG TOE DOWN.
which means, "I could have slept through it except for the coffee I had this afternoon".
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In other news, I am NOT claiming to be the father of Anna Nicole's baby.
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Late breaking info, the crescent moon was Fabulous just before sunrise as darling daughter and I shared a moment before school, standing in our driveway, a powdering of snow at our feet, as she starts her 16th winter. Some day I must tell the story of her home birth. Remind me.
She's beautiful, she loves God and her ( weird) family. She is learning to drive (heart attack)
Pray for her Dad.

now that's Hot!