I hope you’re all having a wonderful Easter day! I was sorry we didn’t have our traditional Easter picnic and Easter egg hunt yesterday, but there will be better years. Besides, whenever I felt bad at not having a picnic, I made myself think about the real meaning of Easter, and why we celebrate. When I was having that really rotten chemo back in December, I felt so horrible that I kept thinking about Jesus, and how he had suffered way more than that. I’m really grateful that He did it for us, to pay for our sins, and that when we die, it’s not the end. I know I’ll die in the next few years, but I’m not afraid, because I know I’ll go to the spirit world and be re-united with so many loved ones. And one day we’ll all be resurrected, like Jesus was. I’m really grateful for that.
On Tuesday we needed for Nora to give Dad a haircut, so we planned to go to her house and Dad could have his haircut on the front porch, away from her family. (It didn’t totally work out that way, but at least we planned it right.) I took Sonia along in the cat carrier, and we put her in Nora’s garage, so she wouldn’t contaminate their house. Nora and some of the others came out and petted her and made a big deal over her. She loved it. When we got home, she didn’t want to get out of the carrier. When she finally did, Scout climbed in, and went to sleep, smiling. Sonia sat by the carrier and glared at him and thumped her tail, but he didn’t care. Maybe we’ll take him next time.
Dad and I did a fun service project this week. Our neighborhood mailboxes are on a concrete pad, but there were big holes on each side that were always full of water or mud. So you couldn’t drive right up to the mailboxes without getting mud on your car. Dad usually parked across the street, or in the street, or down the road. So we took Dad’s truck to Staker Parsons and got a load of roadbase, and we came back and shoveled it into the holes and raked it flat and tamped it down. At the end, Dad drove back and forth across it with the truck to really pack it in. Since then, it’s seemed to stay put. If we’d been paid, it would have been work, but since it was service, it was fun. Lots of people thanked us while we were working on it, and I bet they’re glad not to get their cars muddy now, either.
While we were working, Dad noticed a neighbor house where a kid was riding a small motorcycle with training wheels. We’d never seen that before. It’s totally Kamas Valley! We also saw a dad on a 4-wheeler, followed by three kids on 4-wheelers of descending sizes. We’re definitely not in Salt Lake any more!
Best wishes to all of you to stay safe and stay happy! Lots of love, Mom
