So Much Better!

Glad someone stepped up & took responsibility--thx Heidi & Lucy!

(Someone [how about you...Jedd!] needs to step up & get this blogger a decent camera--with autofocus!).

Homeless Choices...

Both homeless. Both sharing planet earth's mattress pad. Both just a few groves away. Both lifestyles so far apart!
The lower picture depicts a disturbing & distasteful setup I discovered for the first time today at the first available tree just above the Huntsman Cancer Institute.
The upper I discovered a couple years ago clean, cozy & inviting. Today I found it the same (minus the tent). And look at it! It's nearly no-traced--except for the flat spot, plus a few tent & rope remnants. This is monumental! A homeless camper chose to clean up after himself (no chance for the lower, unless someone else takes responsibility). Such failure to cleanup creates havoc for us semi-homeless adventurers who occasionally setup shop for a night in a parking lot with a hammock attached to the trunk of a tree & a caRV since security officers are much more likely to question how long you'll be there (creating a mess you likely won't cleanup). Indeed the world (especially for semi-homeless adventurers) would be a different place if the homeless no traced their place(s).

Cinnamon Bug Chug!

Mmm, Mmm, Mmmm...I love bugs--especially the walking candy type.

I hadn't enjoyed a tasty 'tank beetle' since my Anasazi days (2001-2005).

Duckies

"Aahhh...where'd Daisy go?" Jarem, my 4-year-old nephew, whimpered over his lost duckie before bed. We searched for a few, afterwhich I assured him we'd find Donald's companion in the morning. He quickly obliged and crawled into his sleeping bag to rest his head after hiking and playing most of the day. We three (me, my brother Jason, & Jarem) were beat. Plus, an early morning awaited since I commited to go to an employment workshop the next day.

A workshop which would hopefully help me, unlike Jarem, leave some duckies behind. You see, I also own a couple duckies. My duckies remain nameless & rather motionless staring at me from the vinyl floor of a kiddie pool. They're often peering through a soap solution at a man full of life and zest creating bubbles & fog rings above them, pursuing his passions zealously (even to the point of poverty). The duckies are quite clueless concerning the impact such actions are having on this bachelor, but not I...
I am fully aware how such actions decide where I live, with whom I live, how I get around, and more.

This has to stop!

It is time to put aside unprofitable playtime and provide profitable playtime! (even if it's not as fun).

Wanna couple more duckies Jarem?

Master of Recess!

After intense research and study into what would be the best fit for Jedd, a solid conclusion has been reached--Recess! Jedd loves recess (I'm supposed to be there now adventuring in an Element!) and he is highly skilled in this area (I clearly hear the lunch recess bell at the American School of Bombay in Mumbai, India this very moment). I'm too tired to go though (not too mention it's on the other side of the world!)

Seriously (for a moment) I really want to Concoct A Kids Creation Camp and need a launchpad (plus some help--i.e. a partner/team). Education could prepare a firmer foundation from which to launch, add some credibility, give me greater confidence, introduce me to like-minded launchers, and more (or less) I imagine. Hence, I'm seriously considering a Recreation Management/Therapy Masters Degree.

Ahhh...it's refreshing knowing where I'm going in life--Recess!

Direction Decision Deadline!

We have decided to decide my life direction by September 17th--my 37th birthday. We (me and a friend Heidi) unanimously agree 'I'm old enough to know where I'm going in life'.

Regardless, the daunting--nearly here--deadline had me squirming, suggesting we wait til my 38th birthday.

She thought this was too distant a deadline.

Amen! Upon pondering the life of Joseph Smith, the founder of my faith, I recalled he completed his life's mission soon after his 38th birthday. While mine would just be getting started--Rrrr...we can do better!

Me. My bus. Heritage dining hall.

Driving, exploring, & creating blog entries: A relaxing way to spend a Friday evening.