This was unexpected. Our friends from Washington State, the Jacksons, kidnapped us and took us to Nine Mine Canyon to look at the Freemont Indians rock art (the petroglyphs), carved on the sides of rocks about 800 years ago…or maybe even longer. To get down to Nine Mile Canyon we took a very scenic route from Heber through some absolutely GORGEOUS country that gave our friend’s 4X4 truck a work out and my back an impromtu chiropractic adjustment….make that adjustmentS! It was great fun and something I would not have thought to do, but it was a perfect day for the trip, and getting a chance to spend time we friends we loved FOREVER was wonderful.
When we got home, it was late, and I asked Lynne before we fell asleep if my songs were anything like petroglyphs…you know, art, left behind for future generations to ponder and explore.
She said no. Petroglyphs are NOTHING like your songs. There won’t be CD players in 800 years. No one will listen, no one will care. Sorry honey, but if you want to leave a lasting legacy, you could finish painting the chairs on the porch! Goodnight.
I hate it when she sugar coats it. If only she’d tell me how she REALLY feels.
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Yeah, well, when I get to heaven I’m gonna sing your songs. Eternity is better than a petroglyph. So there Lynne. LOL
Ha. She’s good for you.
I’m starting to really love Lynne.