Dear Kids,
We’re looking forward to seeing lots of you at Super Sunday this afternoon, at 3pm. Paul and Stefanie are in charge, and the location is Chelsie Meadows Park, 1401 N. 2575 West in Layton. The weather should be perfect, and the food will be spectacular, as always. Remember, it’s totally potluck–whatever you want to bring. I’m totally expecting that one of these times we’ll have all deserts or all chips, but it hasn’t happened so far. I’m pretty sure we’ll never have all vegetables or all green salads.
More adventures with the raccoon. People have been telling us that raccoons can carry rabies, and they can kill cats and small dogs and chickens, so we decided to catch him and relocate him far away. Easier said than done. Dad borrowed a trap from one of his cowboy friends, and we were sure we’d catch the critter our first night. I googled what to use for bait, and the most popular was marshmallows, because cats and dogs don’t like them, but raccoons do. So we tossed three marshmallows into the trap and set it. Next morning the marshmallows were gone, but the trap hadn’t gone off. Dad reported this to his cowboy friend, Mike, who said you have to use wire to fasten down the bait, so the raccoon can’t just grab it and go. So we strung four marshmallows on a piece of wire and fastened it inside the trap, in the back. That was Friday night. Saturday morning the marshmallows were totally untouched but the raccoon had eaten all the cat food in the kitty dish. We didn’t set the trap at all last night, because today is Sunday and we didn’t want to do anything cruel or illegal on the sabbath. But tonight we’ll try again. We’ll get him sooner or later!
Thursday afternoon I’m flying to Arizona with my sisters, and we’ll be spending two days at Bonnie and Curt’s house in Gilbert. At least I think it’s Gilbert. One of those towns near Mesa. Whatever we do will be fun. There’s a pool, and we’ll probably eat out and shop and watch movies. Total girl stuff. I’m really looking forward to it.
I hope you’re all doin’ great and lovin’ it. (Brownie points if you can remember where that phrase came from.) Lots of love,
Mom
