Thursday, February 14, 2008

Dear Kids,
      I’m still shoveling snow every day, and lovin’ it. We had eight or ten inches last night, maybe more–it was hard to tell because the wind was whipping it around like a hurricane. The roads were so bad, Dad didn’t get home from work until after nine, and he said it was the worst night he’d had in 32 years of bus driving. The snow buried the cats’ food dish, and it even imprisoned them down in the kitty room, until Rat Cat pushed his way out. But I’m lovin’ it. Tomorrow I’m going snowboarding with Tom and Kim, if they can dig their way out from the cabin. On Tuesday I went to Brighton with Dad. We had beautiful weather, hardly anybody on the hills, and lots of room to do our thing. Dad is getting better all the time.
      Last Saturday morning Nora and I went to a bridal shower for Mark’s wife, Kate. Bonnie planned it, and Grandma hosted it, at the Seville, on the balcony over the dining room. Of course we had to ask Kate every question we could think of. (Well, almost every question.) Like, how did she meet up with Mark in cyberspace? She said she used to troll the different LDS sites, looking for guys. When she found a profile she liked, she joined up, and then cancelled later. When she saw Mark’s profile, she was really impressed. After she e-mailed him and got his name, she googled him and found out about all his academic achievements, like lecturing in Spain, in Spanish. She even found out about the Bad Yodelers. She had a feeling it was right, even before she met him. He had the same feeling. When they finally met in person, he proposed less than two hours later. He even got down on one knee. She happened to have her birth certificate with her, so there was no reason they couldn’t get married. Now let’s hope it isn’t “Marry in haste, repent at leisure.” Probably not. If they’re both crazy enough to get married so fast, they’re probably right for each other. The rest of us all really like her. She’s very easy to talk to, and lots of fun.
      You all remember the Spudman Triathalon (well, maybe you don’t) that Vanessa ran last summer (yes, when she was pregnant). She signed up for it again this year, and so did Monica. It’s hard to get into–I think they filled up about 20 minutes after it opened, something like that. Anyway, it’s in Burley, Idaho, on the Saturday before our family reunion, so at least Dad and I will be driving to Idaho a couple of days early. I want to see them swim in the Boise River! It’s the world’s fastest swim course. They run, too, and ride bikes. Should be fun. To watch, that is.
      Richard’s car is still sitting in our driveway. Everytime Dad gets ready to list it on, he realizes he wants a picture of it, and it’s covered in at least a foot of snow. But here’s a new development–now Paul wants to buy it! He’s going to Jacksonville, Florida, for the summer, with some guys he knows, to install security systems. He said they make lots of money–more than enough to pay for the car and the gas, and they get free rent if they do enough work. It’s a company based in Provo, and lots of kids have done it. Go, Paul!
      I love you all! Mom