I’m typing with my right arm raised up because of the pain from my scrape last week.
Because I’ve been on chemo, wounds don’t heal, so every day it feels like I just injured it. It looks the same too. I’m not worried, though, because tomorrow is my regular day to go to the wound clinic, and now I’ve got two things for them to work on.
And this afternoon is book club, 5pm at our house, be there or be square. We’re talking about Toys Go Out, and Nora will be leading the discussion. By the way, this is our seventh book. Who’d think we would have gone through so many already! Tom’s family will be choosing our book for November, so we can start in on it when they let us know. I absolutely love book club! It has worked out even better than I expected it to.
And next Sunday, the 23rd, is Super Sunday at John’s house. The weather should still be nice, so we can run around on his new lawn in back. The fun will start at 4 pm, and the food is always good. Bring whatever you want, unless you hear differently.
Whenever I go out ministering, my ladies always ask how I’m doing, so this week I told everybody about my scraped arm and our adventurous hike up Rocky Top. Two of my ladies are old timers, and they both said the same thing: “There’s rattlesnakes up there.” (One of them added the information that when Francis was settled, it was all sagebrush and rattlers.) Dad also heard about the rattlesnakes from his friends at the coffee club. So, was that going to scare us away from our new favorite hike? Not at all. We were back on the trail yesterday, but we only went half way. And I listened for rattling and hissing, but I didn’t hear a thing. We watched the bushes beside the trail, too. If it were a real danger, it ought to be posted on the billboard at the bottom, where it shows the map. So I don’t think we have much to worry about. We’re not going to let rumors keep us home. Besides, I only have two more weeks before I start chemo again, and I have to get in as much fun as possible.
Thursday night we went to Provo for the wedding reception of Ben Findlay and his new bride, Skye. All of Nancy’s family was there, and it was fun to see them. The reception was in a barn-like building by the train tracks, so Dad and I drove over to the transportation hub and waited for the frontrunner train to come in. When it did, at least a hundred people got off. We were amazed. It was a beautiful evening, and not even dark yet. There won’t be many more of those!
Love to all of you! Mom