Dear Kids,
      Holy Cow! Allen and Bevan both turned 30 this week! Are we getting old or what? I still think of all you guys as little kids!
      Thanksgiving is coming up fast. Most of you who are coming have your food assignments. I’m getting excited for the good meal, and for seeing everybody, and for hiking the loop, if the weather is OK. It’s been dry and clear for a couple of weeks now, and I’m still riding my bike everywhere, but all that is supposed to change. Probably around Thanksgiving day. Either way, it will be good. Either we have nice weather and do some good hiking, or it will snow and we can stare at the mountains and hope the snow is piling up (like Tom used to do when he was a student at Granger High. He said he used to get distracted looking out the windows and wondering how much snow was up there.)
      My piano recital last Saturday was the best show ever! All my students did their songs nearly perfectly, and all Robyn’s, too. (Nora’s friend, Robyn Noel. We’ve been having our duet recitals together for three or four years now.) The grand finale was Tyler and Sam McGettigan and Adam and Jeffrey Fulton playing “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” It was really spectacular. We’ve gotten into the tradition of a really grand trio or quartet for the finale, so if any of you want to come and play next year (usually the third Saturday in November,) let me know.
      So, all my big projects are over with now: My mission reunion, our trips to Albuquerque (half-way) and Michigan, the Relief Society auction, printing my ancestor book (twice), the election, speaking in church, giving a Relief Society lesson, and my duet recital. What do I worry about now? Nothing. My life is really boring. Just Dad and me and the cats and the bird. Good thing the holidays are coming up.
      Love, Mom