We all have childhood fantasies like wanting to fly, being magic and sometimes it carries over to adulthood.  They go from fantasy to fascination.   I have never been very interested in flying.  We all want to be magic, but my major fascination has always been time travel.  I don’t think I’m the only one since books and movies have made lots of money on this subject.

I’m slightly interested in going forward but mostly interested in going back.  Changing history for the better.  Immunizing the Indians before the Pilgrems get here, making sure nobody spends money on a Yugo, that sort of thing. 

I would have  my father buy as much of Park City as he could.  (It was a ghost town when we were kids).  But  most of my interest is sharing technology of the present with people from the past.  I know that that would disturb the space time continuum. 

But then there’s the fun stuff, like telling Craig he needs to rethink the Tuxedo, and the girl.

Telling my grand parents that they don’t have to stay married.

Tell people not to pet wild animals.

Or maybe just to tell these guys that it’s ok.

Any fascinations you would like to share?

Since purchasing the little cabin and building a house next to it and then rebuilding the cabin, we have been under constant construction.  Everyone who has visited has seen this project in different degrees of close to done.   A lot of work was done by me, but as time goes by , I am less and less willing to do anything.  Wasn’t it just a few years ago I was climbing trees with my boys?  I’m just wondering if this kind of work is getting harder because of my age, or because I am doing less of it.  I always bring tools home on the weekend and have a project in mind, but end up calling the contractor to do it.  I think this all started when I hurt my back building the front deck.  It took me over a year to finally stop having constant pain.  I still have to be careful, but is that because I need to strengthen muscles I hadn’t used for awhile?

My job is very physical, but even there I’m not doing as much as I used to.  I’ve got some younger backs around me that can do the heavy stuff.  I guess my point is: am I limiting myself or is my age a limitation?  I hate the thought of not being able to do whatever I want.  ( I put in that last picture to show Allison the view she was supposed to have.)

Not to long ago I was having pain near my nether region.  I thought it was a hernia.  I went to the doctor for the first time in years.  She did some major poking around (which I did not appreciate).  She asked questions like: Does it hurt here?  I’d answer, not until just now.  She asked, does it hurt to ejaculate.  I said “how would I know, I’m married.”

Turns out, I have an infection or inflammation in some of my manly parts.  Something only men get.  And not very many men at that.  I have a very manly ailment.  I kind of like the way that sounds.  I decided to channel my inner butch.  I bought all the items I could think of that represented masculinity. 

Craig caught me dying my beard.   I didn’t think gray hair was a good  repesentation of my new virility. 

So I’m still having pain, but I look good in it.  What says manly more than one of the village people.                                          

It had been awhile since Craig visited Fish Lake Utah.  It was a vacation spot every year when he was growing up.  His siblings and families go there every year still.  I didn’t get it.  My family went somewhere different every year so we could experience more stuff.  I’ve been there 3 or 4 times with Craig in our 15 years and still didn’t get it. 

Reunion time.

This time we went to Vegas for two nights before driving onto Fish Lake.  That was the compromise, since I wasn’t really looking forward to the get-together.  I like staying in luxury hotels, of which there are many  in Vegas.  I was originally going to compare the accommodations of Vegas vs. Fish lake.  Kind of mean spirited huh. 

So I’m not showing any Las Vegas pictures at all.  This is now a Fish Lake blog.  I do have to show a couple of Fish Lake accommodation pictures.  (I can’t help myself).  The granite counter tops sitting atop garbage can metal was too much.  Then there are the signs.  There’s an ornery lady that runs the general store.  At least she was with us.  Maybe it’s because she works from sun up to sundown.  She sells everything from drink like a fish T-shirts to Books of Mormon.  There was a long conference type table in the store where a few old men would sit and drink coffee at 8:00 am after spending 4 hours on the lake fishing.  There were pictures on the wall of generations of families who had been coming there for over a century.  Four generations of Craig’s relatives in fact.

The serenity and beauty of the lake and surroundings were amazing.  We even got to be in on a few thunderstorms.  Spectacular drama.   

Then there’s the great times with family.  Poor Michael.  The  eldest.  Every body had a story about how cruel he was.  Childhood memories can be twisted.  Or can they? 

And then every one’s medical malodies that we discussed.  When did we become our parents? They talked non- stop about childhood experiences.  I felt like I was being drug down memory lane roped to a galloping horse, but I loved seeing Craig’s joy. 

This trip was different for me.  I was among people I felt cared about me.  I had forgotten how much I cared about them.  Of course I have my favorites, and I’m sure some don’t care for me, but for the most part, it was  non judgemental, very warm and fuzzy.  The new entrant to the group was Derek, Joshs’ boyfriend.  They’ve been together for a year or so but I hadn’t met him yet.  Great guy.  We had great talks with Jackie and Terry til 2:00 am.  Eek.  It was wonderful.  We got to spend time with Darrellyn and Charlie and there daughter Becky and her kids.  We love Deb’s take on life and how she articulates it all. There’s the young Adamson boys that all the girls there had there eyes on.  And then there’s Adam.  I enjoy every minute I get to spend with him.  So pure and loving.  Every one there is a person I am proud to know.