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Today we stepped into a laser printer store.  They are not really retail.  Somewhat wholesale.  All business.  Sales oriented with service personnel.

We were directed to a sales representative — Dale. 

Dale is 6′ 4″ – or so we would guess.  He began his pitch but was not ready to sell us anything off the floor.  No price on the used printers, but lots of information.  And much more data on new printers which could be made available right away.

He was knowledgeable, friendly, opinionated and talkative.

About 3/4 of the way through the presentation Dale left to get some further information.  Both my wife and I turned to each other.  We remarked, almost in one breath, that he was just like our son.  Tall, talkative, opinionated and knowledgeable.  Even his gestures and catch phrases were the same.

And so, our thoughts of who Dale was carried baggage.  We formed an opinion much more quickly than we should have — both for good and bad! 

Then we heard that Dale had farmed for 13 years.  Our son never farmed.  Other hints let us know that these were two different people.

And yet . . . somehow the perceptions stick.  And we wonder why we have trouble accepting other people for who they are!!

OK, so it’s not the Olympics or Mother Theresa!  But yesterday Cole, Brett and I tore down the world.  Or at least the world map.  This one was out of date.  Our hope is to put up a new map tomorrow.

I missed having my wife next to me for the last five days.  Much of our life is spent together.  We eat, scheme, think, work on the yard, renovate, visit, and generally see life through each other’s eyes.  We are bonded together in many ways.

While Jill has been in Rosetown for the last few days, I’ve missed her.  When she arrived home and we sat down — there was a constant conversation for 45 minutes.  Then tiredness began to catch up to both of us.

So, good night all and may Thursday hold much enjoyment and peace for each of you.

This morning I ventured out.  The purpose was to sit with a friend who has cancer.

Although there is pain, there is also peace.  In the past few years “salvation” has become a real and daily part of life.  So as we talked, hope arose and life was good, even though pain was present and death is just around a corner we can almost see.

What can  be said?  We talked of funerals, of family and of life.  Some things were difficult, others just daily chatter.  And as I left I blessed her, as she had blessed me.