Icewind's Ramblings

Curves in Life can bring pause, numbness, and questions Last week I received a phone call from one of my close friends in Alaska telling me of the death of another close friend, former co-worker, and camping/fishing buddy.  His name, Stephen Tauriainen, was 54 years young.  A former Marine, Semper Fi, he loved going to the shooting range with friends and family.  There were many camping/fishing trips that Steve, Scott Mesick and I enjoyed during the summer months along with movie nights for the latest action movie.  Steve will be missed by many. Steve This is another sharp curve in life for so many of us who knew Steve.  Sadly, it was several days before anyone knew about his death, as Steve lived alone.  Encountering this curve, I found myself on my laptop trying to make sense of it all.  So far, nothing has really come to me other than a good man is gone.  I have used a saying for a long time now, when people die, they aren’t really dead; they have “gone on ahead, sc

Life Observation # 204       Frogs            I haven’t posted any Life Observations in a long while, almost a year since adding the new blog, Traveling Life’s Highways, posting on that one while I was traveling last year.  During that time on the road I have some new thoughts and observations on life and the human condition so will try to start posting them again here and the https://travelinglifeshighways.com website.  I started posting these observations in 2006 and need to continue. One day two frogs were hopping in and out of a watering hole and accidentally hopped in an extremely deep hole.  They tried to leap out, but to no avail, so they began to yell and croak until other frogs heard them and came to help.  The other frogs looked over into the hole and said the hole was too deep for them to help, but both frogs kept leaping up the sides of the hole.  The other frogs, leaning over the hole and waving their front legs, began to yell to the frogs to just give up and die