I’m not writing much, because I have a brace on my wrist and it’s hard. Still, I want to say Hi. The brace is because I have a swollen "carpal meta-carpal" joint, at the base of my thumb. I first hurt it while we were moving, probably because I used the tape gun so much. (8 rolls of tape.) It never healed, so I have to wear a brace and not use it for 3 or 4 weeks. No piano playing, no shoveling dirt, no using pliers, etc. etc.
Donna and Anna and Dallin stayed overnight with us Friday, because Bevan was running the Ragnar, and Donna had volunteered to work at an aid station Saturday morning. She had to be at her post by 6:30 am. It was a turn-out on Hwy 32 going up past the Jordanelle. When Dallin woke up, I had to take him to her to nurse. He was a good sport and only bawled for part of the drive. By the way, I thought the idea of the Ragnar was really stupid, until I saw all those hundreds of people running. Now I wish I could do it.
Our wood pile has been infested with prairie dogs, but Oreo isn’t doing anything about it. I guess I’ll leave them alone. At least they’re not under the house chewing the insulation, or under the well head chewing the wires. Besides, they didn’t ask to be born prairie dogs.
Love you all! Mom