Kay’s Cannon Beach

Recalling a previous Tuesday post dated 11/27/2018, I am so grateful for the miracle of memories that make me happy.  No need for the Facebook prompt, “What’s on your mind?”  (My ocean-surf white noise helps, however.)

Each time we visited Cannon Beach [Oregon Coast], my sweetheart Kay and I anticipated a new experience; and we were never disappointed.  ...  It was especially a great getaway for our Kay, who needed to unwind from teaching high school.  A spiritual as well as physical renewal she so deserved.  In my mind, with forever-sweet memories, it will always be Kay's Cannon Beach.

Haystack Rock, 3 August 2012

night at Cannon Beach, 2 Aug 2012

Musical Journaling

The activity scheduled for us seniors this afternoon is to inspire an attitude of gratitude.  We are writing in a journal while listening to meditation music that could put us to sleep.  The easy part for me is writing thankfully.  The hard part is staying awake during my siesta time.

I am thankful for faith, family, friends, and this peaceful community.  For example, yesterday’s bus tour of historic Ogden went well for fun.  My wife Kay & I are blessed with self-reliant, loving children.  We enjoy forever friendships gained throughout our 51 years of marriage.  Kay & I share a love for good music, especially classical works we studied together at the University of Utah before our engagement.

We are grateful, wishing you and yours a happy, musical Thanksgiving ... with love.

Early Celebration

Beautifully decorated trees at a Utah Symphony concert and Deseret Book, an urge to avoid last-minute shopping, and Christmas music performed by young violinists at dinner tonight.  All inspire me to celebrate early and deliver gifts to our children at Thanksgiving time.

This laconic post (using very few words) is one of many appearing here like random thought.  Not a passing sentiment, for I am always grateful for Christmas and celebration of Christ’s birth.

Peaceful Parowan

Recently returned via Zion National Park and Cove Fort from visits with our young families in Prescott Arizona and Kanab Utah.  Fortunately I drove beyond busy Cedar City for a nicer, cheaper hotel in peaceful Parowan.  (The quiet town is on the map, but is not a tourist destination.)  I learned it is known as “southern Utah’s Mother Town”.

Recalled the favorite family story of a rattlesnake blocking the path from a campground restroom there.  My wife Kay and our little girls were terrified!  They quickly retreated inside until someone came to help, then returned to our calm camp in that quiet community — one of many adventures we never forget.

Despite my dislike for driving alone on road trips, I was at peace in Parowan.

blacksmith shop at historic Cove Fort 2017

garden at Cove Fort  for 150th