I’m typing this letter in the cold primary room. I have a few minutes because sharing time is going on right now, and nobody can see me sitting behind the piano, typing this.
Dad and I had an appointment with the stake president just before our meetings started. I keep trying to get our piano class turned into a service mission, so that Dad and I will be service missionaries (badges and all!) when we teach it. I’ve made countless phone calls, and I’ve been shuttled from one department to another, but finally a man in the service mission department said our stake should sponser us, and we needed to talk to our stake president. I don’t know if this will work or not, but we had fun talking to President Sorensen. He grew up on 5600 west and went to Cyprus high. He knew all the Winders and Solomons and other old Granger families. It’s funny how many people here in Kamas Valley are refugees from West Valley. We keep running into more of them.
Poor Donna banged up her knee skiing with Paul on Thursday. She ran into a tree when she hit a hard patch of snow. It looks like a cracked tibia. She had a MRI on Friday, and she’s hoping for a good diagnosis. Or at least an accurate diagnosis. (We’ve all had fun being misdiagnosed, haven’t we?) She’ll be sort of an invalid for six weeks or so. She can’t lift Anna into her bed, so she tried just asking Anna to climb in herself. Anna laughed at her and walked away. So much fun!
Did everybody see Missy’s notice on facebook that Allen has been made a sergeant?!! Congratulations, Al! We’ll all want to hear more about it.
This is a short letter because sharing time is about to end. Remember I’m fixing Sunday dinner next Sunday, the 27th. We’ll probably eat at 5:00. Let me know if you’re coming!
Lots of love, Mom