Never-ending Notes

As a young worker in an office, I was advised once by my boss, “You’re writing too many notes.”  I had developed the habit in school when I learned to write.  

As a senior using MS Notepad and iPhone Notes, I picked up a disorder called OCD (obsessive-compulsive documenting).  It helped me maintain a blog I started October 20, 2010.  Facing possible dementia down the road, I expect this habit will yield more benefits, sort of like return on investment (ROI), a financial metric.

At the end of my life, given enough spare time, I could review and share … while writing never-ending notes.  I could even copy and paste some to publish a memoir.  As I’ve often said, there is no end …

Perfect Timing

My parents moved our family before I started preschool and kindergarten at schools near our new (old, remodeled) home on 2nd Avenue, Salt Lake City.  It was the perfect location and big backyard for my formative years.  The next move was in the summer before I started junior high school.  Our new home was in the neighborhood of my future wife, Kay Hinckley, and near a favorite cousin my age.  The timing couldn’t have been better. 

After Kay’s 3-year mission as a teen in Vancouver BC, and my 2-year mission in Argentina, we happened to be in the same Music Appreciation class at the University of Utah.  We began dating as assigned by our professor to attend a symphony concert.  Other concerts and study sessions followed.  We fell in love.  Perfect timing, thank Heaven!

Truly, I could write a book about many blessings I have received from Heavenly Father, my earthly parents, and Kay’s parents — all at the right time and place.  We are so grateful.