Day 2

3 cheers for Maria and Deena!! Both read and have committed to doing! Yesterday brought more drama in our lives. I was cleaning out the back porch area, feelin good, my root canal doesnt hurt anymore and my eyeball is still healing. The only physical thing I could complain about ( because I like complaining) is some pain behind my right knee. It was enough to keep me from running, but walking was bearable. So, I was at the dumpster, wanting to get the lid open so I cold put some large items in, the lid is big, but light. It takes a pretty good jump combined with an upward push on the lid to get it to open. First try, didnt quite make it, try harder, co-ordinated push and jump - OUCH ! something gave way in that right knee. I knew I had messed up bad as soon as it happened. I couldn't believe I had just disregarded my delicate knee in my efforts to get the trash out! Ice and elevation and today I can put weight on my leg as long as I keep it straight. Looking into going to Pocatello to see an orthopedic Dr. that Lynn says is the best this side of the Continental Divide. I will keep you updated.

Did I tell you about the dinner I had the night of my big root canal? Deena had made Turkey, Brocolli, Squash and... something else. I couldnr chew anything solid, so, into the Super Duper Blend-Tec Blender!! It came out as an interesting colored paste, and it was actually quite yummy! The only draw back I see to having every meal that way is every bite tastes the same. In fact if I had more teeth problems I could just tell the dentist to rip them out! He would just need to leave a few that I could open my beer bottles with.

I want to share a really cool poem that was written by Sadie Tiller Crawley:

He stood at the crossroads all alone,
The sunlight in his face;
He had no thought for an evil course,
He was set for a manly race.
But the road stretched east and the road stretched west,
And he did not know which road was the best;
So he took the wrong road and it lead him down,
And he lost the race and the victor's crown.
He was caught at last in an angry snare
Because no one stood at the crossroads there
To show him the better road.

Another day at the self-same place
A boy with high hopes stood;
He, too, was set for a manly race
He was seeking the things that were good.
And one was there who the roads did know,
And that one showed him the way to go;
So he turned away from the road leading down,
And he won the race and the victor's crown;

He walks today on the highways fair
Because one stood at the crossroads there
To show him the better road.


Isn't that good? I want to be that person at the crossroads, that helps show the better way. We all can, with our families, our co-workers, friends, the opportunities present themselves from all areas of our lives. We just need to be courageous, and speak up when we feel the prompting. We also need to be humble enough to listen to others that appear at the crossroads in our lives and give their counsel careful consideration.