Regeneration Coccoon



It's been a strange last three days. A while back, not sure how long, a downtown craft shop went out of business. The older gentleman who ran it stowed everything in the rather spacious basement level. It's a nice basement, perhaps even a misnomer there. He is at the point in his life where he would rather be fishing. We picked up the rather enormous amount of stuff for a flat amount. During the last week Sarah and I have been working ourselves ragged to garage sale it all. This is why you haven't seen or heard from me.

Saturday I put on a pair of work gloves, manned the palette jack and got "stuck in".

By the end of the day I felt like I had been beaten with a sack full of ice cubes. Once home it was no time to relax. It was time to take my daughter out. She is turning twelve soon and in Mormon-land that means she's going into Young Womens (ages 12-17). We went to a school dance/ball thing all dressed up, then out to sushi. It's a ritual now for two years.

I shambled home and collapsed on the bed. My two-year old daughter snuggled into the crook of my arm and fell asleep with me. My wife must have taken her off to bed after we nodded off. Rest for the body but not for the mind. I dreamed I was an F-15 pilot and then exploring the arctic tundra (I must have kicked the blankets off again).

I'm doing well. I would like to give a word of encouragement to all the young people who maybe read the blog. Life does get better. Great and unimaginable things, wonderful things, are in store for you. It's a great adventure.

I think that my next few decades are going to be a golden era of my life. Could it possibly get better?

I also came up with a truism. A Gatelyism if you will:
The great thing about junky old crap is that no matter how junky and crappy it gets it never loses its value.

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