Saturday
You know that it’s a nice, lazy day when you can fall asleep in front of the television, wake up nearly three hours later and feel that you haven’t missed out on much. The fact that it was 107° here added to the “Hmm, maybe I’ll stay inside” factor.

We had dinner with Jim and Sandi tonight at the Olive Garden; quite tasty. After that, we went bowling. More work on the hook. It’s coming along nicely. I’m still not 100% with it (more like upper-to-mid 70s), but I’m getting there. I also remembered something that I had been neglecting to do: Following through after releasing the ball. That helped my control quite a bit.

There is a fire in one of the canyons – Big Cottonwood or Little Cottonwood, I am not sure which it is. The smoke, billowing from the canyon, was clearly visible throughout the valley today. Tonight, as we left Village Inn, you could see an orange point of light at the top of one of the mountains – fire. It looked like a lonely orange beacon in the dark. When I saw it, the line from Charlie Daniels’ Devil Went Down to Georgia kept looping through my head: “Fire on the mountain, run boy, run!”

And, since I know that and love news about the northern snakehead fish, here ya go!

That does it for tonight. Until the next time…

Peace.