I just don't want to go there or there, or there

A mural painted on the wall of the Palmer Community Center.

I am not trying to be an isolationist, but neither do I want to jump in to the conversation about the very real issues we face at this point in history. I am glad for those who have the gifts and passions for debating politics, economics, sociology, or even a religious topic like Muslim terrorism....unless you are sitting across my desk or in a coffee shop.

I do have a growing impression that the Christian world is entering a reformation for renewal and new life for the future, and that it may get more confusing before we see the more genuine things emerge. If I am still here I want to be a tiny little part of it.

Come unto me

This modern sculpture of Jesus welcoming the physically challenged is the centerpiece of the new Palmer Community Center at Rainbow Acres. I was telling my folks today about the ranchers showing us their rooms in the group home.

One man was a big fan of Toy Story with his own Woody Doll, and another had an impressive collection of Hot Wheels miniature cars, trucks and planes. Another man was on the basketball court shooting impressively from the corner, and yelling just like a kid for people to watch.

People were doing chores, and we heard of the crafts, therapies, recreations, trips, work opportunities that they pursue depending on age and ability, and finally the pieces all fell together for me.

These needy adults are safe, cared for, and valued. We all need that.

Founders Day at Rainbow Acres

Rainbow Acres is a Christian home for disabled adults near Camp Verde AZ. Founded in 1974 by Dr. Ralph Showers who celebrated his 75th birthday and was honored by all who attended the open house today. Ralph lost his arms in an accident as he was beginning the ministry and became a spokesman for treating the disabled with dignity and spawned many similar home across the nation.

We were inspired by the stories of faith, the maturity of the beautiful campus especially their new community center which will provide for large group experiences.

A good walk spoiled

Our family and Danny's family at the meet up after the graduation in 2001.

The old golf memory muscles failed me today and the frustration of flubs and disastrous shots dimmed the few good drives and putts made.

It was however, in the 80s, and sunny, and I was with good friends, laughing and walking and moving, and we had a nice lunch, and I am alive and well on this beautiful planet, so, life is good.

Yesterday after I reflected on difficult aging issues, Warren came in from playing tennis, and told me how much he is enjoying dancing each week, and he is 88.

I determined once again to be among the many who chose activity and healthy eating, even if the golf spoils the walk.

Bulldog

Do you think this guy is a one tour or a lifer?

When you visit the Marine Corp Recruitment Depot they have such an atmosphere with the old buildings and the impressive downtown San Diego location. Matt said the other marines called them Hollywood Marines.

The museum and store are really worth visiting also.

Marines for life

Dr. and Mrs. Fetzik will be traveling to San Diego to see their son get his pin shortly. Our time was Aug. of 2001. Matt experienced combat in Afghanistan and a really cool time in Japan between his duties in North Carolina. He has been home for a week preparing to a job change and visiting friends.

We know the ceremony will stick in your mind and heart forever and you will well up with patriotism more than you ever thought you could, and if you are lucky you will see the sqautty mascot waddling around.

Observing the long goodbye

a bold rock squirrel begging food from beach goers.

Dementia and Altzimers seem to be increasing in our aging population. I am used to seeing most around me lose focus and mental accuity. I feel and see it in my own performance, and we laugh and accept it as part of aging, but when the brain begins to atrophy and you see the retreat of a once out going personality, it is painful to watch. Thank God for caregivers.