I’m uploading from the Kamas Library today, and there’s not much going on here. If I were in the deli at Food Town, there would be lots of people around me eating corn dogs, and maybe there would be free samples from the bakery, but there would be lots of distractions, too. On the other hand, maybe I need some distractions today. Oh, well, I’m here.
We’re looking forward to seeing lots of you at Ellie’s baptism tomorrow. I put up the address last week: Redwood Road at 1100 North in North Salt Lake, 2600 South in Woods Cross. I just looked it up on our GPS. It’s an hour and five minutes from the cabin.
Paul arrived safely in Sacramento yesterday. He says he has a nice apartment and a nice lead tech, so what more could he ask?
Dad and I have definitely decided to sell our house in West Valley (cry cry.) I have lots of projects I want to finish there first, and I was dragging my feet, but we’re going to put it on the market at the end of the summer no matter what. This back-and-forth life is too hard, and I feel like I don’t have a home, even though we have two of them. We did find a house we’re interested in buying, and it’s only 10 minutes from our cabin. I had thought we didn’t want to buy a real house in Kamas Valley, but the air is even cleaner there than in Heber and Midway, and there’s even less traffic. The owners of the house we like aren’t in any hurry to move, so we’ll probably talk with them again when our old house is sold.
I have so little time when I’m in West Valley, and so much to do, that I decided to drop my last three piano students: Kara McGettigan and Elise and Spencer Fulton. These three were the hardest of all to give up! I don’t usually cry unless I’m feeling sorry for myself, but I shed a few tears when it was time to talk with their moms. Even if I start teaching piano again when we get moved, I’ll never have such good students again!
Well, I’ve got to get back to the cabin, because I’m all ready to start laying tile. I’ve put down about 150 square feet of wonderboard–enough to at least start laying tile on top of. Dad still has about 100 feet of old tile to chop out, and it’s the worst of all, but he’s gradually getting it done. Life moves on!
I love you all! Mom