Sunday, June 17, 2012

Dear Kids,          
          First off, here are some upcoming events: Baby Eli’s baby blessing will be Sunday, July 1st, at Tom and Kim’s church. If you’re coming from Salt Lake, when you get to Heber you turn left at 500 North, and go to the second church. (The white church, Tom says.) Sacrament meeting starts at 9:00 am, and Tom says we probably ought to do the whole block, since it’s so early. If anybody doesn’t want to do it all, they can hang out at Tom and Kim’s after sacrament meeting. If you want a food assignment, call Kim. Or Tom.
          Secondly, Dad thought I should remind you all of the upcoming family reunions. The Allen family reunion, the one we always have in that park by the Provo River, is on July 14th this year. (A Saturday) I know it’s usually the first Saturday in August, but they moved it up this year.
          Then, of course, there’s our own Ackerson family reunion at Bear Lake, August 6-8. That’s a Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Allen mentioned that we could come Sunday evening, the 5th, if we wanted to get an early start on the fun. I think Dad and I will be doing that. Allen and Missy will be giving us more information when it gets closer.
          Dad and I are still working hard on the cabin remodel. It’s only six weeks until the first of the events that are scheduled there. Yesterday I laid 24 more tiles. That doesn’t sound like much, but the tiles are heavy, and it’s a good day when I can lay that many. I’ve laid 324 tiles now, so I’m well over half way. Dad started painting the ceiling yesterday, and he’s moving really fast. Dad’s always willing to paint, and he does a really good job.
          My friend, the meadowlark, still calls to me every morning. My outside project now is the area around the bunkhouse, and I’m hoping to plant grass there before the end of the summer. The meadowlark is wondering why I abandoned my territory in the front yard. He never abandons HIS territory. When a magpie comes near his nest, he dives at it with his very sharp beak. The magpies get the message. There are some very tiny birds nesting in the pine tree by the back door, where I destroyed the magpie nest. I don’t know what they are. This really makes me miss Grandma Allen, who knew every bird, and if she didn’t, she always looked it up. I have her bird books, but it isn’t the same.
         Life is good! Lots of love, Mom