5. Mountain High, Valley Low

     A lot of people made resolutions this week. Mine have been made for me. No drinking, no fat food, no salt. Nothing. If it tastes good, it's pretty much out.
    So I am forced to make another set of goals for 2005, a year in which I'm frankly not sure of the ending. But I'm going to try to at least be a kinder and better husband and father, and to learn to pray better. I'm not a good pray-er. Never have been. It's always been somewhat of a weakness and I really can't tell you why other than it might have something to do with a stark inability to concentrate for long periods of time.
    Lord, bless my family ... oh yeah, I have a brochure design due today; help my mother to feel better ... can't forget to take The Boy to Scouts tonight; give me more patience ... and oh yeah, have a story for the newspaper due this afternoon.
    I am honestly probably not unlike a lot of other people, but that makes it no easier. The world could use more prayer and more pray-ers, and frankly it could probably use alot more people who know how to pray. I have a few favorites that I take along in my wallet if ever called upon to pray in public which I would refer to once I am done throwing up.
    Back onto the beaten track: There's another goal I have for 2005: Three, actually: to go innertubing, to hike the south rim of the Chisos Mountains in Big Bend National Park and to climb to the top of Capitan Mountain in central New Mexico. When our family visited Cloudcroft, NM, this weekend, I could see Capitan lurking in the distance -- "You can't do me," it seemed to be saying condescendingly.
    Inachieveable goals? Absolutely. With my little heart issue, which is more accurately described as a big, lazy heart issue, I can do little more than dream. Which is what I will do for the time being, on the chance I will somehow shake this.

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[donni]

all the best to you.