The Third Attempt

I have tried this blogging thing twice before.

I like the first format but I forgot the password and no one reads the second attempt unless I personally beg them to; which probably shouldn't matter unless I am doing this to caress my own vanity.

There may, indeed be some truth to that but this time, I am more motivated by three of my children who have blogs of their own and who are marvelously interesting and gifted writers.

I have five children and one wife and all are marvelously interesting but neither my wife nor the two oldest (or if they do, they haven't shared with me where to read them). I suspect that they are both too busy with living their lives to take the time to broadcast the events to the world. Perhaps they are simply more modest that the rest of us.

So now, having slightly exposed my immodesty, I am again joining the bloggopshere because it seems a very interesting way to keep track of both the present and the past.

I suppose I should also warn everyone that I am thoroughly a fisherman. Thus my literary meanderings are colored by storms more violent than they probably really were, greens that are greener than they really were; streams clearer, mountains higher, folks odder, shadows scarier, girls prettier and, of course, fish bigger, than they probably really were. I may even paint a personal picture that is prettier that I really am with the hope that I might become better than I am. So, if by the strange coincidence someone reads one of these episodes that might have been and eye-witness but who remembers it differently, I hope he or she will remember that I am thoroughly, a fisherman.

Also included is a warning that I really try to be a good Christian, which for me also means being a good Mormon, because that's what I am.

I have not always been a good Christian or a good Mormon. In fact, there were times when I was not good at all. If I write offer episodes in this blog that occurred during the times I was bad, they are not to glorify those days nor will they bring me feelings of melancholy. More often than not they will bring feelings of sorry and shame. Thus, I will write them only when I believe there is a lesson to be taught or learned.

Finally, I import some of the things I have written in my previous two attempts that I think might be interesting to new readers.