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day in the life

Highlighting the everyday life of a couple living well with a slow-growing cancer. Life isn’t always easy, and there will certainly be sorrows and losses along the way. But being alive is good. It is very good.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Down a lazy river

Mom-in-law wasn’t so sure about getting into a raft with her offspring. But hafta say, I think she had the most fun today.


The family floated down a lazy river this morning and ...


... I’m sorry to report that they are still acting like tourists.


At one point, sis-in-law broke out into a rendition of Kumbaya. Which was better than bro-in-laws Its A Small World. (I know, I know. It was good there was very little river traffic today.)

I used to not be able to sit still and do nothing. Maybe it had something to do with finding my worth in being productive.

But here’s something that Hubby’s cancer is teaching me as our lifestyle has slowed down a bit lately: Enjoy the pace.

Appreciate every breath.

Notice the beauty. And the peace.

Take pleasure in every slow river float.


We were in no danger of exceeding the posted speed limit. Which is exactly what we had in mind for this lazy morning on the river.



Tuesday, August 26, 2014


Hubby’s siblings are still in town. Today’s plan was to browse through the quiet, western town of Sisters, followed by dinner at Tumalo Feed Co.

Pretty safe. They shouldn’t be able to embarrass me too much, right?

Wrong. Hubby and his siblings had tourist written all over them.



And then this at dinner.


I can’t take them anywhere. 


Monday, August 25, 2014

Siblings retreat

Hubby’s mom and sibs are in central Oregon for a week. Pull out the cameras.


Weve never done a *siblings and mom-in-law* vacation together. Im exhausted from laughing so much. Great medicine for Hubby.


Mom-in-law and sibs, minus Steve  :(

Were in the small resort town of SunRiver. Deer in the backyard.


Couples taking turns cooking (does my heart good to see the Johnson men in the kitchen).


Eating way too much good food.


Homemade chili, cornbread and rhubarb cobbler for dinner tonight

Checking out the local mountain lakes.


And running the family ragged.


Having more fun than a bunch of old people ought to!


Monday, August 18, 2014

Creamed tuna on toast? Really?

Hubby’s siblings are already causing trouble even though we’re not scheduled to begin our vacation together until this weekend.

We’ve been shooting a flurry of e-mail back and forth planning menus when one of Hubby’s brothers made a suggestion: I do want mom to make cream tuna on toast but do not tell [my wife]!

Which got Hubby reflecting nostalgically on his childhood and how good his mom’s creamed tuna on toast was.

And then he pulled out a couple of family cookbooks, which really got me worried.

Thanks to the cancer center dietician, the new philosophy in our home around food is, What Hubby wants, Hubby gets.

Guess what we had for lunch today.


Hubby couldnt remember if his moms version had peas in it

I’m pleased to say that my creamed tuna on toast did not taste as good as mom-in-law’s version. Or at least as Hubby remembers it.

Which means I’ll always be able to say: Honey, I can’t make creamed tuna on toast because it just won’t taste as good as your mother’s.

Had me worried there for a minute.


Sunday August 17, 2014

Creating the life you want

Drake Park. The scene of this past week’s date. (Have I ever mentioned how much I look forward to Friday date night?)


Seafood for Hubby and teriyaki chicken for me—why is it food always tastes better outdoors?—with foot traffic and water traffic for entertainment.


Inexpensive. Relaxing. Spending time side by side.

But then yesterday, I did something not so side-by-side. Hubby talked me into joining up with the cancer-kicking hike group. Probably to get me out of his hair (what hair there is after chemo).

Me: I don’t want you to feel left behind.

Hubby: I know how much you love hiking; I want you to go.

Although I enjoyed the exercise eight miles round trip with an 1100 elevation gain; and it was nice knowing I could keep up with the hike leader even though Hubby and I haven’t done a serious hike since pre-chemo and radiation days; and the scenery is incredibly beautiful, the trail never too far from the sound of Fall Creek tumbling down the mountain, still ...


... still, there was something missing. A hole in this photo where Hubby fits perfectly. A lonely spot in my heart along the trail.


One of the two Green Lakes, flanked by South Sister to the north

I don’t think I’ll be doing a lot of hiking without Hubby. Because time is precious. Because time represents life. Because we don’t know how much of our lives remain, whether we’re dealing with terminal cancer or not.

Someone wise once said, The time will pass anyway. You can either spend it creating the life you want, or spend it living the life you dont want. The choice is yours.

The life I want is living in the moment with Hubby. Not shelving our dreams, but enjoying this time together. Heart overflowing with gratefulness. Counting blessings.

Side note: As much fun as date night is, to my logical way of thinking—which is something I do quite often, this logical thinking—Hubby and I should establish two date nights a week and double the fun. Right? 


Thursday, August 14, 2014

Johnson women unite

This is about trust in marriage. And how important it is.

Back story: Due to a blood clot in his leg, Hubby now has to give himself a shot in the stomach. Daily.

For some reason, he declined my generous offer to do it for him.


And then I overheard a conversation between Hubby and one of his brothers.

Bro-in-law: You oughta let Marlys do that for you.

Hubby: Nah. I don’t trust her. Hubby went on to tell his brother how I had once offered to clip his toenails ... and how I’d clipped the top of his toe in the process.

Sheesh, is he still bitter about that?

Bro-in-law: I don’t trust [my wife] to do anything for me either.

Laurel, Karen, Wendy, Cheryl – the Johnson women need to unite. (Not sure what we’d be protesting, but we need to unite.)

Side note: Hubby has several small bruises on his stomach. I am pleased to report that I am not responsible for any of them.


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Every sandwich

We learned today that Hubby’s cancer has metastasized to his liver. Ten spots that weren’t there in May. His PSA count is at 103.

Once again, not the news we wanted to hear. But there’s still much of life to celebrate.

And so we visited a place in town we’ve never been to. Because we heard they make good Reuben sandwiches. And because every Tuesday evening at 6:30, a group of ukulele players entertains there.

And we know this because it was this same group that provided fabulous around-the-campfire-S’more-making music at Soaring Spirits Camp this past weekend.

David Letterman once interviewed Warren Zevon, a composer and performer, who was dying of lung cancer. Letterman asked, “From your perspective now, do you know something about life and death that maybe I don’t know?”

To which Zevon replied, “I know how much you’re supposed to enjoy every sandwich.”

Taking nothing for granted. Enjoying this husband. This ukulele music. This sandwich.



Sunday August 10, 2014

Cancer camp

Nothing says camp like running off the end of a dock, right?


The photos may look the same every year around this same time when St. Charles Cancer Center hosts its annual Soaring Spirits Cancer Survivor & Family Camp (ninety-two campers this year).

But they’re really quite different.

Sure, every year, one of our oncology nurses brings her horses.


And every year, co-worker and Crafts Queen Lizzi comes up with some pretty amazing craft projects – sun catchers, beading, decorating photo frames with a fun photo booth opportunity.

Every year, campers of all ages flail away with hammer and nails, creating birdhouses.


And every year there’s a writing workshop for would-be authors and a water color class for budding artists.



And always, plenty of water activity.


Quite impressive, a one-armed canoeist

And every year, marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate around an evening campfire – this year with a 15-member ukulele band playing lively S’more-making music (I can’t seem to get Runaround Sue out of my mind).


And every year we plant a tree during our Sunday morning Celebration of Life.


The photos may look very much like last year’s photos. And those from the year before.

But they’re different. Because they represent new campers and new friendships forged. The sharing of life and encouragement. The exchanging of e-mail addresses. People that were perfect strangers on Friday, hugging each other good-by this morning.

You wanna know one of my favorite things about our annual cancer camp?

This. These people.


St. Charles Cancer Center staff hard at work

We are all about helping create community to reassure cancer survivors and their caregivers that they are not alone on this journey. 

I get to work with some of the best people on the planet.


Thursday, August 7, 2014

Frequent flyer

Its pretty bad, isnt it, when you walk into the surgery prep area and the nurse greets you by first name?

Today was our second visit in two days. Same male nurse checked Hubby in yesterday and today.



Same female nurse accessed his port. And the nurse who did his vitals? Shes done them before.


Christine and Katrina

Yesterday was Hubbys regularly scheduled nephrostomy tube replacement surgery. So we went through the up-at-5:00am-to-wait-in-the-hospital-for-hours routine.

And then Hubby decided he wanted to go back to the hospital in the middle of the night. And then again today. Something about kidney pain and tubes not draining. 

Really? A girl needs her beauty sleep, you know.

Just for the record, no beauty sleep was gotten during any of the aforementioned hospital visits. Well, except for the patient who peacefully dozed under a warmed blanket in a comfy hospital bed after being pampered by so many nurses, one of whom kept calling him sweetie.


Gotta love those St. Charles nurses.


Saturday, August 2, 2014


We walked a 3.2-mile loop of the Deschutes River trail today. A new distance record for Hubby since completion of chemo and radiation.


Weve also resumed our after-dinner walks. Earlier this week, I came across this flower growing out of a gutter in the neighborhood.

It reminds me of Hubby.



Not sure Hubby would want me to refer to him as a lovely flower. But I was thinking more along the lines of tenacity. One of my favorite words.

This flower has pluck. Hanging in there against all odds. Surviving in limited resources. Doing what it was created to do, despite not-so-great circumstances.

Yep. Hubby.


Saturday, July 26, 2014

Short, but sweet

Look who flew in from California for the afternoon! Another beautiful ex-rah-rah, as Hubby is fond of calling my previous cheerleaders back in another life.

Only this ex-rah-rah speaks Mandarin, Cantonese and English. Originally from Saipan.



I met her at the airport and we drove home to pick up Hubby. Which was our first mistake.

Back in the day, Hubbys standard greeting – when rah-rahs knocked on our front door – was to close the door in their faces.

He hasn’t changed a bit,” observed Qiwen wryly, who got the door shut in her face today.

When he did let us in, his first comment was, You havent grown any.” (Qiwen has been all of five feet tall since high school. And now as a wife and mom expecting their third child, still five feet.)

Todays goal was to fit fifteen years of catching up into a few hours. Im afraid we wore Hubby out attempting it.

Lunch at a shaded table along the river. A gentle walk through downtown Bend and to a small park downriver.

Chai tea, iced tea, strawberry smoothie in Adirondack chairs on the lawn behind Looney Bean (guess which one of us had the Chai).


And the promise that we wouldnt wait another fifteen years before connecting again. A short but sweet time together.

As is Qiwen: short, but sweet.


Monday, July 21, 2014

Walking Hubby

There is this fine line that the cancer caregiver walks. Do I nag encourage Hubby to get outdoors with me? Or leave him in peace?

There is no such thing as leaving him in peace in our household, so Ive been walking Hubby regularly.

One of our favorite trails is along the Deschutes River that winds lazily through town. Here the locals and tourists line up for swimming, tubing and stand-up paddle boarding.


Before the Deschutes hits the tourist areas, though, there is a southern stretch thats very wildernessy, although still within city limits.

We hiked a little more than two miles today. I believe its the furthest Hubby has walked since the start of radiation.

Radiation zaps the last shreds of energy from a patient. And when you consider that Hubby was low energy before starting radiation, well then, you can see what an accomplishment.


A variety of flowers colors the trail if you take the time to look for them.


Theres an overlook on the east side of the river that is a gentle climb up from the waters edge.


Maybe its the sound of river rushing over large boulders. Or the cooling breeze from this vantage point. Maybe it was the picnic lunch. Or quite possibly all of the above.

Whatever it is, its incredibly therapeutic.

Those things that sneak in to cloud my mind with worries tend to scatter when Im here. Or anywhere outdoors. With Hubby.


Thursday, July 17, 2014

This cancer community

Do you know how difficult it is to return to work after the loveliest of weeks off with family and surprise friends? Ah, well. If one has to return to work, it might as well be this work, this place, these people.

I serve as Survivorship Coordinator at St. Charles Cancer Center. If youll remember from the hard-hat-wearing blog, construction has been an ongoing thing for quite some time now. Remodeling in the radiation oncology wing. Adding on a medical oncology wing.

Im pleased to report that we recently settled into our new digs.

Patients can now receive radiation and chemo under the same roof. Along with all the other fabulous support services we offer. (Have I mentioned oncology massage, grocery assistance, a monthly educational dinner meeting? Soaring Spirits camp?)


St. Charles Cancer Center medical oncology wing

Earlier this weekon the new deck of the new wing with the new windows reflecting Pilot Buttemy boss did some hair-cutting. A skill none of us knew she had.


My boss cutting off pony tails in preparation for shaved heads

A St. Charles employee from the Community Education Dept was diagnosed with cancer. Chemo took her hair, so two of her co-workers participated in a fundraiser that required the shaving of their heads.

Brave women, these.


Professional shaver at work

Beautiful women, these.

If I ever have cancer and chemo, God forbid, I would expect my office roomies to shave their heads in solidarity. Lizzi? Alycia? Jessica?

And actually, support comes in all forms. Since cancer, Hubby and I have been recipients of so much kindness and compassion. Which is rather humbling. But with the background sounds of our daughter lecturingdont you hate it when your kids lecture you? and when theyre right?—we are learning to receive.

I couldnt even begin to add up the value of all the flowers, cards, books, meals, airline tickets, Starbux gift cards, Whole Foods gift cards, Barnes & Noble gift cards. And more.

Its about entering into community, isnt it? Because we all need each other. And because every prayer, every gift, every act of kindness says, Youre facing some tough things. I care. Here, let my help you carry the load.

A new cancer center funded by a generous community. Awesome survivorship programs that encourage/assist/educate patients and caregivers on living well with and beyond cancer. Head-shaving co-workers. Kindness and compassion.

This is where I work. This is our central Oregon cancer community.


Monday, July 14, 2014

Return to the real world

Even though its early, and we dont have to be out of this vacation home until 10:30, Hubby will soon begin packing. And loading his things into the car.

And he wont say anything to me about when Im going to be ready to go, but hell be restless and pacing. Because we need to get going. Because we have a full twelve miles to drive home. And we need to get going. And who knows how long it will take to drive twelve miles.

I have lived with this man forty-plus years. I know the routine.

I, on the other hand, want to relish every last minute in this forested retreat. Because theres a mama deer and her twin fawns feeding just off the back deck.


Morning guests

Theres the clatter of noisy birds.

A cool breeze blowing in through the open doors.


Sun spilling golden on the evergreen. Clouds drawing pictures in the water below.


And back home is unpacking and laundry and getting ready to go back to work and returning all the items that we borrowed to turn our garage into a grandkids play/sleep room.

Hubby just now spoke those ten magical words that made my heart beat faster. You want to stop for a Chai tea in town?

That does it. Im outta here.


Saturday, July 12, 2014

Rah-rahs in town

Turning sixty isnt quite as painful as one might imagine. Especially if youre surprised by these lovely young women.

Hubby affectionately referred to them as rah-rahs. And when one came back to visit campus as an alumnus, he called them ex-rah-rahs. Or has-beens. And still they loved him and put up with him.

In a former life, I was a cheerleading coach. Competitive squads, these girls. Trophies and trips around the world.


Hours spent fundraising and practicing. Lifting weights. Cheering at games. Throwing stunts. Dancing. Tumbling. Learning the importance of teamwork. Of conflict resolution. Of commitment.

Ive taken cheerleaders to Hawaii and Florida. To Australia. To France, Italy, Switzerland, Germany, Austria and England.

And Im happy to report that I never once lost a teenager. Although I came close a couple times. (Sarah, in Paris when you left your insulin in the hotel room. Adriana, in Frankfurt when they didnt let you back on the plane to America.) But those are stories for a different time.

These beautiful young womenall mothers, nowcame from Arizona, BC, Washington, Oregon and California. To Bend. To have lunch together and help ease me into this next decade.

Add in kids and grandkids celebrating my birthday before they returned to the east coast; Hubby and I still in this lovely resort village of SunRiver; and well wishes from family and friends.

Best birthday ever.


Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Counting gifts

We are with the New JerseyitesDaughter Summer, SIL Josh and grandkidletsin the beautiful forested village of SunRiver.

Im re-reading Ann Voskamps book, One Thousand Gifts. And counting gifts.


1. Journaling on a sun-drenched, tree-top deck.

2. Hubby right here. One more day with Hubby.

3. Hot, honeyed tea.

4. A sassy squirrel playing on a nearby limb.

5. Cheering on miniature golfers.


6. Still able to keep up with the grandkids (this will not always be the case).


7. Rest stop along a lazy river.


8. Wildlife in a neighbors yard.



9. Card games with the little people.

10. Frozen princesses on the big screen with my own 6-year-old princess singing along.

11. Our personal chef for the past month. Tonight: Grilled apple chicken sausages. Homemade mac n cheese with smoked gouda, cheddar and mozzarella. Uhmmnhn.


On paper, all may not seem well in our world. Hubbys cancer is spreading. To hard places.

Children and grandchildren live an entire continent away.

Hubby was unemployed for two years just before the cancer diagnosis, which greatly affected our finances.

On paper, not so good. But heres the truth: All is well in our world. For we are held in the strong and capable hands of a loving Father God who sees the bigger picture.

It doesnt matter that I cant see around the bend in the road up ahead, that I dont understand why these hard things. 

It matters that I count all the ways God loves me.

This day of life, of freedom.

This day of sunny decks and wildlife and lazy rivers. 

This day with these incredibly precious people.

All is well in our world.


Saturday, July 5, 2014


The kids and grandkids from New Jersey are here. The most densely populated state in the U.S. (Oregon being 39th most densely populated).

Not only population, but there are other major differences between these two states, and between our hometown and theirs.

For starters, Bend hosts a pet parade. Has been doing this for 65 years. Not sure that Hamilton, NJ, can make that same boast.

And were not just talking dogs here.


If you dont have a dog, bring your pet lion.


Your chickens and lizards and ponies pulling carts. Your flying dogs (which I suspect Jersey doesnt have many of).


And if you have no ponies or flying dogs, then bring your pet goat and walk in the parade.


Theyll let just about anyone in. Including these New Jerseyites (New Jerseyians?).


SIL Josh pulling his pet Lydia in a wagon

Fifth of July picnic at Todd Lake. Im also pretty sure Jersey doesnt have wild birds that eat off the top of grandkids hats.


Or even out of their hands.


Surprised-looking mom

And Im pretty sure Jersey doesnt have mountains with snow on them in July.


Photo bomber at Todd Lake

But heres what Jersey has that Oregon doesnt have. These particular grandkids.


These particular grandkids



July 2014

Short, but sweet

Walking Hubby

This cancer community

Return to the real world

Rah-rahs in town

Counting gifts


June 2014

Japanese daughter

Whos counting

Overwhelming evidence

Guest blogger: Lilly

True loves kiss

Father’s Day fun

Stuffed shells

About town

Dinner guests

Minutes ticking away

Move over, Walter Mitty

Heaven Can Wait for sure

May 2014

 Survival classes

Slinging ink

Theory on hospital stays

Baseball and BBQ

This is my job

Thoughts on this date night

Cranberry peonies

This Mothers Day

We will remember

Unwanted news

Celebrating Matt

Me without you

April 2014

One sick puppy


Invisible well wishes

Easter color

Walking 4 Wellness - part 6

For the birds

Wilderness therapy

And we believed her

Clinical trial round three

The home crowd

Beautiful tree

Best Bran Muffin recipe

Best April Fools joke

March 2014

 Thats just swell

Welcome back celebration

Succinct conversational skills

Walking for Wellness

First clinical trial treatment

Popcorn Lovers Day

Pacific Ocean ambience

Clinical trial prep

In the eyes of the beholder

February 2014

Green scrubs

Hometown tourists

Not exactly as planned

Lost and found

Get outdoors

Early Valentines Day gift

Popcorn stitch

January 2014

Three-part date

Weekend forecast

Winters art

Spa Chemo day

Seeing beauty

Pilot Butte challenge

Award rescinded

Ambition restored

Annual award

Meet the team

Must be present to win

December 2013

New Year's Eve news

Thoughts on gift receiving

Secret cure-all

Guest blog by Hubby

Non-compliant patient

Caught. Red-handed.


November 2013

A little trim

Giving thanks

A few of my favorite things

First in a series


The years are short


Cabin in the woods

October 2013

Leaving on a jet plane


Knitting season

Pumpkin season

Things that matter

Fallin' and flying'

September 2013

Return to civilization

Another day in paradise

Happy birthday and anniversary

Love of barns

Leaving Wyoming

The Tour Guide

This nice big thing

Celebrating a lot of stuff

Fishing expedition

August 2013

Worst fears multiplied

This Friday night date

Mountains to climb

Hiking & oncology news

Out on the range

Cancer camp


July 2013

The boy who asks questions

Ten-year-old in tow


A happy birthday

Music by the river

Mondays off

June 2013

Splash for Pink

Kids at Disney World

Male designed

Happy Father's Day

Pacific Coast thoughts

On track

May 2013

Aware. Appreciative.

MS Office 2010

Family get-togethers

It's just a number

Last trek, part two

Hardy gardeners

Mother's Day

Crunchy, sweet and savory

That time of year

April 2013

Swimming lessons

Getting off the ground

Chunk of asphalt

Stress-free zone

Two Portlands - part 2

This Boston Marathon

Earlier than the TSA

Shopping woes

March 2013

Half birthday ... again

Last trek

With each passing year

Keep the old

Tech nerd

Not the hardest thing

How hard can it be?

Just what the doc ordered

Two Portlands

Mini family reunion

February 2013

Shout out


There is today

Doing it up right

Happy Valentine's Day

Speaking of beans

Snow angel

Simple winter fare

Moving west

January 2013

Flat Stanley on snow-shoes

Water colors

Happy chatter

Flat Stanley visits again

Extended hope

Take that, cancer


The commonplace

Bringing in the New Year

December 2012

Making investments

Winter wonderland

Random acts of kindness

Gift giving

The good, the bad and the ugly

Peace on earth

Cancer Club

Mission accomplished


Fantasy football

November 2012

Those darn numbers

Dreaming of a white Christmas

Back to reality

Favorite things, part IV

Complaint department

Even more favorite things

More favorite things

Favorite things

October 2012

Happy Halloween

Baking weather

Graduation day

First snow

Swans in pairs

A great fall

Date night(s)


Country girl

Tis the season

September 2012

Back in the groove

Last hurrah

Teton hiking

Wow, Yellowstone

Reconnaissance in Jackson

Barn sightings

The power of tenacity

Winnie the Pooh wisdom

Long-time survivor

Perfect marriage

August 2012

Five dollar bill

Out in public

Guest blogger, Steffany

Think outside

Survivor camp

Camp this weekend

Living in a wonderland

Sacred space

High country

July 2012

High country

Simple cooking

Locks of Love


Average, ordinary weekend

Close of birthday week

Day before

Get outdoors

Human beans

Mission: Accomplished

Night sky display

Journey with a mission

June 2012

Aint no sunshine

Favorite thing

In our possession

Over the hills

Camp Sherman on Father’s Day

In search of wildflowers

Building a cancer center

Southwestern surprises

Irrational fears

Reason to celebrate


The Space Noodle

May 2012


Hiking posse

Powered by optimism

Mothers Day weekend

Heart tug moment

Vermont hospitality

Happiest place on earth


Unlikely source

Baby geese season

April 2012

Not found out west

The rules

Guess what state were in

New Englanders

Jersey weekend


Easter blessings


Bean soup day

March 2012

Fashion statement

Sharing the experience

Second day of spring

Half-broke horses

Simple pleasures are the best

Best to live your own life

Words With Friends

February 2012

Got your back

The entire snow-shoe team

Grand Canyon

Perfect day

Arizona in February


Super Bowl Sunday

Favorite audience

January 2012

Something in common

Some system

In such a community

Coming home

Headed for OHSU

Checklist for the coast

Welcoming Twenty-Twelve

December 2011

Snow in town

Filling Christmas weekend


Coolest date night ever

Dressed in pink

Butternut squash day

Making connections

Painted hills

November 2011

Beauty from junk

Taking nothing for granted

Grateful for - part 4

Grateful for - part 3

The child in all of us

Shepherd's House

Grateful for - part 2

Marathon epidemic


Grateful for - part 1

October 2011

My orthidontical twin

Last wilderness hike?

The view from 7,800 feet

Colonoscopies and fall colors

Welcome back

To make a life count

On our way to the Poconos

The Parents

Autumn day in the city

A few numbers

September 2011

Country girl signing off

Off the grid

What are sisters for?!

Try something new

For a limited time only

On the NCI web site

August 2011

I dont make this stuff up



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Club membership


Date night can’t get much better

July 2010

Beauty in the high desert

Another shot at life

Happy Hour

Almost perfect

Enjoying the journey

Birthday week kick-off

Ive become my mother

Bobby McFerrin + OBF

50 things to do Part II

June 2010

Like what you do

Colorado wildlife

Life is good wisdom

Sad day

Rocky Mountain high

Cowboy sing-along

My kind of town

Please dont feed the bears

Naming buildings

Low expectations

Heaven Can Wait

Because nice matters

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