Back to School Blues

The kids started school last week, much to one young man's horror. However, things are going well. AJ is taking guitar class, Viv is taking Art, so they are both happy with their electives. Regular classes are ok too, with some teachers that actually seem to reach the kids. They have school uniforms this year, so that's been an adjustment. Both have a circle of friends that make school more interesting.

Work for me remains slow, with mandatory days off and paychecks that are not full. Bummer. Looking for ways to supplement the old income and will keep you posted on how that pans out.

Dave's latest book "Abduction at Roswell" is nearly ready for publication. Its on a print on demand system, so no upfront costs, no minimum orders, no agents to pay. I read the advance copy and its a facinating view of Dave's family and a lifetime of unusual experiences. Hopefully this will break open the years long lull in Dave being able to get his work out there. He has been faithfully writing, but most of it hasn't found a publisher, so this may be a way around that roadblock.

Aside from that, the biggest news here is the size of the beetles. These hummers are gigantic! Yuck. A lot of them are stink beetles that raise their butts when threatened. No manners, these Arizona bugs.

Enough for now.

"Best" Friends

I just got back to Flagstaff after a short visit to Rapid City. My high school friends Leslee (Wallis) and Barry Best were going through end of life decisions with their Dad Glenn. I was glad I could be there for support and assistance.

Their parents, Glenn and Besty, have always welcomed me into their home. Not just me, but many of Leslee and Barry's friends were given that same open door welcome. Les and I stayed friends over the years, so I was able to stay close to Glenn and Betsy too. We shared many of life's peak moments and a good share of valleys as well.

One of my most treasured Glenn moments was from 2001 when my Dad was dying. I needed a break and went out to Leslee's but she wasn't there. Her husband Steve Wallis and Glenn were there though, and both gave me the kind of bear hug the family is known for. When you are hugged by a Best (or a Wallis!) you are hugged to your soul; it is a most comforting place to be. The moments we shared gave me the strength to head back to Dad's bedside and let him go.

My relationship to Glenn, though incredibly special, was not unique. He and Betsy have a lifetime of others with stories similar to mine--how the Bests touched their lives, filled a special niche, and never asked for anything in return for their generosity.

So, back to the story. Leslee called and said Glenn was reaching the end of life, and I was able to work out the logistics, so I went to RC for a couple of days. During that time I also got to visit with other friends, went up to the folks' graves, met my newest grandniece Rachel, and celebrated sister Phyllis' birthday. Whew!

The main focus of the trip was to help my Best friends with whatever they needed. They were able to get Glenn into hospice and he was able to pass away at Leslee's home today. His bed was placed near a window, so he could see the beloved land on Nemo Road. I do so admire them for getting all that done for Glenn, and his passing was peaceful. What an act of love and devotion they showed, being able to meet his final needs.

I've posted a few pictures of Glenn and family, so you can see this wonderful bunch of folks. Keep them all in your prayers as they grieve the loss, but celebrate the birth of heaven's newest (and most feisty!) angel. Rest in peace, dear Glenn.

ahleesejo/13th b day - Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

ahleesejo/13th b day - Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

13th B Day!

We all had a great time celebrating the big 1-3 for AJ and Viv. On Sunday we went to the Lava River Cave and hiked down into the center of the earth, or at least a little ways toward the Center of Arizona.

Monday we went to the movie "Journey to the Center of the Earth" and we all enjoyed it. Then we went to Outback (yum!) and had a great dinner. The kids got ice cream and humiliation for dessert...everyone sang Happy Birthday to them and it was great fun.

They will (are supposed to, anyway) be sending emails to say thanks for the cards and gifts, but just in case that process breaks down....THANK YOU for the nice remembrances...they were truly appreciated.

If anyone makes it down this way (esp thinking of Joc, Nathan/Maria, Jeremy/Amber) we MUST take you to the Lava River Cave. You rock climbers would love it. I myself am giving thanks for Motrin, as the hike is quite a workout!

V Bar V

Petroglyphs at the V Bar V Heritage Site, near Sedona.

Today we went over to a great little State Park and toured the V Bar V Heritage Site. Its an entire rock wall of Petroglyphs and I was struck by how similar they are to some I saw in Hawaii when we lived there. I guess there are only so many ways to carve a sun or a person into rock. This site is unique in that there is a stone outcropping that casts shadows on certain figures at different times of the year, and today the shadows fell on corn planting; thus the theory is that the ancients would watch this "calendar" and when the shadows hit the planting symbols they would plant corn. I don't know what they did if it was cloudy on that day :-).

It was a nice little excursion, and reminded me of how things that seem like such immediate needs are rarely timeless. The corn planting probably got done by these folks in time for a good harvest, but the thing that was timeless was the rock art. The anniversary of Dad's death is upon us again, and I am reminded of the timeless lessons he taught me. There were mundane things (like hanging pictures straight and fixing a toilet handle) that are pretty important to everyday life, and then there are the timeless lessons...how to transition to the spirit life with joy and confidence, how to treat people on a day to day basis, and how to be a good parent.

On a lighter note, baseball is in full swing, so to speak, and AJ is on the Diamondbacks. He plays outfield, and is settling into a new team just fine. The coach is much better than the mutant that he had for a coach last year! There was a bit of parent drama at the last game, with some yelling being done when a player got hit by the pitcher, but that isn't the norm here, and most of the folks seem really nice. It gets cold here during the evening games (like nights at the Passion Play in Spearfish used to feel!) so we welcome earlier games.

Guess that's about it for now.

sky visit

What you do NOT see in the family picture is that a huge Condor was flying overhead while the guy was taking the picture. We were all watching the Condor and the guy was saying "Look over here! Look over here!" and we were saying "Look at the rare bird flying right over our heads!" It was pretty funny.

photo album; sky's visit