Dear Kids,
Paul is turning 30 today! That’s crazy! That means that Dad and I don’t even have any kids in their 20's any more. I feel like the song in Fiddler on the Roof: "I don’t remember growing older–when did they?"
Aubrey is turning 8 tomorrow, and her baptism will be Saturday, February 7, at 11 am, in John’s stake center. He said it’s near the intersection of 1200 South and Hwy. 40 in Heber, but I can’t picture it. John said they will probably send out announcements, but if you need info, call him. I always look forward to baby blessings and baptisms, and with such a wonderful big family as ours, there are always plenty.
Dad and I are still moving ahead on our basement. We finished all the heat ducts, except for the boots on the end of them, which we special ordered from Home Depot. We haven’t had very good luck with HD’s special ordering lately. We’re still waiting for the trim pieces that they need to finish the installation of our cabinets. It’s been nearly a month. I dread calling them, because nobody knows anything.
My lungs have been a little worse lately, probably because we make too many trips to Salt Lake, and stay too long. So I was thinking about what I could do to improve things, and the idea came to me that it was time to end my involvement with the Harmen Center. It’s been nearly seven years since I walked in the door, asking if they had a chess club. And it’s been six years since I started my piano class there. I have loved my piano students, and the chess club people are like family, but we’ve had yet another death (4 in five years) and the only other lady besides me can’t come any more, because she’s had to stop driving. So if there’s ever a good time to quit, it would be now. There are fewer people to say goodbye to. Dad and I will still be doing the piano class at the Lighthouse Church, but it’s only an hour, so we won’t have to be in that wretched valley all day. I’m sure it will be a change for the better, but I’m sad to be moving on. As they say in the theater world, though, we’ve had a good run.
Hope you’re all doin’ great and lovin’ it! Mom