Once again, it’s that time of year … time to sit back and reflect on all that I am thankful for.
- I continue to rediscover my love for the bicycle, even though my lungs continue to rebel … and I’m looking forward to my “training camp” in Arizona.
- I still have a good job, which I still generally find satisfying, even with the ups and downs inherent in any work situation.
- Another Utah Cyclocross Series is almost in the books; only 3 races left this year, and even though it can be tough to give up my weekend days to work, it’s always good to see people enjoying themselves and knowing that I help make it possible.
- Another season on the slopes at Solitude begins shortly. Perhaps even this weekend … it’s got to be better than it was last year.
- And yet again, last but certainly not least, I have many good friends, both old and new, who all seem to genuinely care in one way or another.
Thank you Mom & Ralph, Ben & Doris, Geraly & D.J., Art, Richard (atmo), Alex & Cathy, Matt & Melissa, the crew at Revolution, Marek & Nicole for doing such a fantastic job taking over UTCX, Rachel, Scottie, Burke & Tiff & the town of Beaver for allowing me to be a part of the Crusher in the Tushar, Kirsty, Jennie, Darrell, Theresa, Marit, Gigi (whose constant smiles remind me that life is to be enjoyed), Steve & Amy, Ali, Brian, Tyler, Chris S., Dave I., Jon A. for sticking with me at Cross Out Cancer (even if I did have to stare at his Speedo-clad ass for an hour), Sarah K. (whose constant smiles on the bike have made me a fan), everyone who donated to my Cross Out Cancer page (I’m still accepting donations, by the way), and pretty much everyone else with whom I’ve spent quality time over the past months and years.
Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejoice,
An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;
An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that they
Are growin’ more beautiful day after day;
Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,
Buildin’ the old family circle again;
Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.
Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother’s a little bit grayer, that’s all.
Father’s a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an’ to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin’ our stories as women an’ men.
Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.
Home from the east land an’ home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We’ve come for a time to be just what we are.
Here we can talk of ourselves an’ be frank,
Forgettin’ position an’ station an’ rank.
Give me the end of the year an’ its fun
When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An’ I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers.
Edgar Guest (1881 – 1959)