I done turned fifty years old.
We went up to the cabin, and it was blessed good and joy was had by all.
I appreciate my family and what they do, but I love the colors we make as we live and interact together.
On a whim and on one of these happy Fridays when I hadn't any school to teach we went up to the Utah County art galleries. We got to see the stickbender again and other fairly cool installation artists, and on the way home, we ate lots of pizza and other assorted beer accompaniers at the Springville Straptank.
The best companion in the world.
We've taken some time up at the cabin these days-we like to get up here in February, and if that's the fortune, things go better than they might otherwise during the darkest days of winter before the first glimmers of dawn. It's been pretty light and good snow this year, and without this refuge of order and proximal wilderness, again and for probably the ninety sixth time, I wouldn't be the same person.