So, I am up to 1,596 miles from home and still no end in sight. I love the open road. Freedom. I love riding a bike. It's just so exhilarating. You are not cooped up in a box. You are one with the earth, the sky, the wind. You smell the life out there. You feel the air, you taste the sun and the clouds. You hear everything. Even the cars on the road seem alive as they come up on you from behind, their whine rising in pitch and volume, until they crest and pass you and wind down and away.
Today, I got to work with over 400 emails in my inbox. Many of them are easily deleteable but I still have to look at them. As I would delete two, a new one would drop in. Many of them had deadlines during my vacation week and my handlers, which is just about everyone, don't care about vacation. So, technically I am supposed to check my email every day on vacation and deal with issues. Because it's an emergency to them, it's supposed to be one for me. Well, this is the first vacation where I didn't not look at my work email. I took off work. Imagine that. I paid for it today, but last week was great. Just too short. Only about 97 days to go until we go out west again.
I went to kung fu and worked out hard. On our water break, I was sitting and this young woman walked by. My nick name is Shrek because I look like Shrek and can talk like him. And this girl talks non stop and is constantly getting in my face, so I started calling her "Donkey". She does not like it, so I do it more. Natch.
Tonight, she walked by and I noticed for the first time the back of her shirt: "House of Boyd" with the Boyd Family crest and motto, "Confido".
I yelled out, "Hey, Donkey! Are you a Boyd!" She said, yes, and I said I was, too. Now, she is suddenly my little friend. My cuz. So have to stick up for each other, I guess. As long as she doesn't get snippy.
Tonight I'm working on a comparison between Matthew 5 and 3 Nephi 12. It is mostly the same, but there a few differences because of the people He was addressing, and some clarifications, in my opinion, in the 3 Nephi 12 account. See for yourself.
Anyway, it's been a long day, I have a few other things to attend to, and I'm going to try and hit the sack early for a change. And read Les Miserables. So far, it's a very good good.
To close, here is a song that I just love. It makes me want to tap my toes, or pedal my bike a little faster, or give a methhead my hat.
5 comments:
Hey, Brian! Great blog! Love the new format. A little girlie, but when you suck at putt putt as much as you do, then I guess it's allowed. You DO look hot with a gun in your hands, though. Good work there. Oh, and you have the longest eyelashes of any guy I've ever seen. Do you have to trim them to blink with your glasses on?
Okay...shows I'm in a different frame of reference...when I read your previous entry, I read the word "methhead" as MEAT-head. Oh yah, I'm really with the times here. At least I got it straight now. And I was still impressed that you gave a MEAT head your hat. Every Meat Head should have a hat on it--and methheads too.
HA! Trudy, you are just...non-worldly. Or something. Want a hat? I have an extra one.
Hey I really do love the new header!!! It feels a little like Jamee though. Which is good makes her closer to home. Love ya hon glad you gave the meathead or methead your hat.!!!
Thanks, hon. I admit I'm too soft to be a cop. And too bad a shot. And too hot headed. A hot headed softie. With no hat. A cop should have a hat.
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