Sunday, April 29, 2007
Don't kill that bug!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
The Last Of It.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Ode to Arizona Watering Holes
Friday, April 20, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Alive Today
The picture above, can be seen mo-bigger here: http://www.bobjuan.com/pictures/Eliballoon2.jpg
Some earlier shots:
http://www.bobjuan.com/pictures/skydive_010.jpg
http://www.bobjuan.com/pictures/EliJumpRockyPoint.jpg
Today, very early, I went with my boy Eli down to Eloy Arizona. I think they should just go ahead and change the name of that town to, well you know.
About 10 of us were in the balloon, 7 of um jumped and fell straight down, fast, to the earth. The pilot, my daughter Andy and I stayed in, came down the way we went up, sissies.
I have already jumped once, and won't again probably. But I do get a charge being with my boy when he's doing what he loves to do the most. You can read about another of our recent adventures here. On the way home today Andy and I were talking about life, and we agreed that today is a perfect example of how we are living our lives, these are what we will some day call, the good-old-days. Being sweet with each other, cutting-up, and enjoying an Arizona spring morning.
I wouldn't trade my life for anyone else's, no-one. This is my deal, my turn, my time, to live and love, full-on. And I got lots of good friends to enjoy it with.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Hugs
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Do you remember?
Saturday, April 14, 2007
I'll give you something to Blog About!
This farm is treating us and the planet, just about right as far as I'm concerned, first class love in my opinion. It's one of those things. Like don't resist the hug monkey, or never pass up a chance to be nice or thankful, and certainly eat locally grown, organic, tasty produce!
There's something about eating "your" vegetables. Mom made me do it because she loved me. Now, it's just part of my celebration of life and this planet. Speaking of which. My friend Suzzana just sent me the end of a poem by Vonnegut, someone she's read, but I haven't. Here it is, without any comment from me.
His last book, in 2005, was a collection of biographical essays, “A Man Without a Country.” It, too, was a best seller. In concludes with a poem written by Mr. Vonnegut called “Requiem,” which has these closing lines:
When the last living thing has died on account of us, how poetical it would be if Earth could say, in a voice floating up perhaps from the floor of the Grand Canyon, “It is done.” People did not like it here.
[remember: all of the photos posted in my blogs here can be clicked on for full-size view].