You will not believe what Dad, Dalton, and I just did. Well as most of you know, we are in Colorado right now. We have been enjoying the weather and scenery and today we decided to take a wilderness tour. The tour takes you up a mountain on a very rough road in an old army truck, you stop at the top and enjoy a steak meal and a campfire sing along. We left in the bright sun, somewhere around 70 degrees. The ride up was very bumpy but enjoyable. It took about an hour and a half to get to the top. As it got dark, we enjoyed some great food and a fun singalong. When it was time to head down, it was pitch black, and some clouds around us were beginning to sprinkle, but it didn't seem too bad. As we discovered, it doesn't take long for weather to change. Within 5 minutes we were in the middle of a Lightning AND hail storm, in a roofless old army truck, speeding over rocks and boulders, down a mountain, in the dark. We joined the other 20 passangers in singing many songs to trying to keep our mind of the deathly experience. By the end we were drenched from head to toe, covered in hail, and freezing. Now, thankfully, we are sitting at the condo finally warming up. Suprisingly, even though we nearly died and were all super scared...it was still incredibly fun and exhilarating.
I'm sitting here in my recliner on Sunday afternoon--my shoes and socks are at my feet, the Sunday paper too (no, the comics are not in the bathroom). From El Paso, Jessica mailed me a father's day card with some joke about "resting my eyes." Couldn't help but think of dad. There are so many things I miss: his hand rubbing my back until I'm asleep; his choked-back laugh/cry (though I've seen the family resemblance in some of you); his devotion to mom (and her's to him); his teasing that turned to needling that turned to frustration that turned to anger; his sweat pouring off his face as he stood at the grill, working hard so we could enjoy the feast; his laugh; and his massive hug and gentle "I love you son," anytime I departed. Thinking of our father in all of you. I'm grateful.
Just when you think you've got everything figured out, life tosses you a curve ball. My curve ball came about a week ago. It seems our superintendant has decided to shift around some assistant principals. I have been reassigned to Space Center Intermediate. So instead of being with Blaine and Clear Brook, I'll be with Elizabeth at SCI. I am still adjusting to the news. Leaving behind the people I have worked with for a decade is very difficult. But change is good.
So I know there has to be a way to fix it but I can't figure out how to make the blog both private and have a subscription. The subscribed people might have noticed a new message in their in-box and that is because I made the Rogers Clan public once again. Any suggestions would be great from all you computer geeks out there.
Not to ignore the significant post from Russell, but on Friday before I got the call on Saturday morning, I had the chance to participate in a team-building experience provided by this group called The Drum Cafe (http://www.drumcafe.com). I'm pretty jaded when it comes to "team building experiences," but this was really good (and different). Thought all of you other guys/gals who work with groups might be interested. DWR