Dear Kids,
Happy Fathers Day to all of you wonderful sons and sons-in-law of ours! We appreciate all you do to support and help your families, and to make life better for Dad and me. I hope you know how much we love all of you!Our Fathers Day dinner will be at 5 pm tonight, here at our house. Be there or be square! There’s only a 5 percent chance of rain! We’ll be able to go outside, or at least send the kids out.
I texted you guys my picture of the Jordanelle filled to the brim. I went hiking down there Friday afternoon, and it was absolutely gorgeous. Sharon, I hope it’s still that green when you get here next month!
Yesterday afternoon Dad and I drove up the Mirror Lake Highway to see how far we could get. At milepost 14 the sign said the road was closed, but the gate was open, so we kept going. By milepost 20 there were snowbanks next to the road. At the Provo River Falls, milepost 24, there was a barrier across the road, but people were going around it. It was far enough for us, though. We got out and watched the falls. They were absolutely roaring. Little streams were running in from everywhere. Where’s all that water going? It sure won’t be staying in the reservoirs. Deer Creek is full, too.
Good news about our cabin: the roof joists are up. The contractor has been working there between rainstorms. Bad cabin news: there are leaks in the water lines everywhere, at practically every joint. Dad thought the pump people had blown out all the water lines last fall, but I don’t think they did it. We’re now on our second plumber, and he said every joint was originally soldered poorly. But that was 40 years ago, so why did they hold out this long? And why did they all fail at once, this winter? Maybe because all the lines froze solid with water in them, for the first time ever. Or maybe we’re being suckered. Dad already paid the plumber $800 for one afternoon of work, (with Dad helping) and there’s a lot more to do. Well, it’s only money! I keep reminding myself how lucky we were that the cabin didn’t burn to the ground. (But it sure would have been less hassle!)
Our kitties send their greetings. Their biggest entertainment these days is harassing Harley. They stroll along next to the fence, and when he barks at them they jump away in terror. But then they go back. Scout chases birds, too, with Tina’s help. They’re a tag team. But they can’t seem to catch anything.
Love you all! Mom
Sunday, June 9, 2019
Dear Kids,
Next Sunday is Fathers Day, and we’ll be having dinner here at our house at 5pm. This won’t be an elegant sit-down dinner, but it won’t be our usual haphazard Sunday night mealtime, either. We’ll just have a nice buffet-type meal. Donna suggested lasagna, and I think that’s a great idea. Stefanie’s bringing a fluffy salad, and Donna’s doing one pan of lasagna, and everything else is wide open. I’ll be making BT cake for dessert. If you want to go in on the present for Dad (a new tablet), let me know. It will be lots of fun. Weather.com says that it will be in the 70's, with only a 30% chance of rain. That sounds good to me. Hopefully we can go outside and play on the playground. Or go for a walk. Or just enjoy being outside.
Friday night Dad and I went to Adelaide’s “Family and Friends Night” at Oakcrest. I think we had the shortest drive of anybody there! It was fun to see Addie in her Oakcrest gear (hat, sweats, and T-shirt,) and hear what she’d done so far. It was staff week only, no campers till tomorrow, and Addie had spent the week learning to cook for 300 people, and earning her food-handlers permit. We had fun hanging out with Nora and James and their kids too, and watching their younger boys do the zipline. There was an assembly at the amphitheater, and then refreshments at the lodge. Addie had helped make 300 brownies, and they were fabulous. I’d like to have the recipe, but it’s probably something like 200 eggs, 100 pounds of sugar, etc. etc.
I’m having lots of fun digging in the yard, although my leg hurts every night. (While I’m digging and raking, I’m too excited to feel anything!) I feel greatly blessed to be as well as I am. I love being outside, and I’ve missed that for all my months of cancer recovery and shingles pain. The kitties have stuck by me, but they like being outside now, too. While I’m getting ready to go out, putting on my work boots and visor and headphones, Scout sits on the little table by the front door and reaches over to put his paw on the doorknob. If we had levers instead of doorknobs, he would let himself out, instead of waiting for me.
Life is good. I love you all! Mom
Next Sunday is Fathers Day, and we’ll be having dinner here at our house at 5pm. This won’t be an elegant sit-down dinner, but it won’t be our usual haphazard Sunday night mealtime, either. We’ll just have a nice buffet-type meal. Donna suggested lasagna, and I think that’s a great idea. Stefanie’s bringing a fluffy salad, and Donna’s doing one pan of lasagna, and everything else is wide open. I’ll be making BT cake for dessert. If you want to go in on the present for Dad (a new tablet), let me know. It will be lots of fun. Weather.com says that it will be in the 70's, with only a 30% chance of rain. That sounds good to me. Hopefully we can go outside and play on the playground. Or go for a walk. Or just enjoy being outside.
Friday night Dad and I went to Adelaide’s “Family and Friends Night” at Oakcrest. I think we had the shortest drive of anybody there! It was fun to see Addie in her Oakcrest gear (hat, sweats, and T-shirt,) and hear what she’d done so far. It was staff week only, no campers till tomorrow, and Addie had spent the week learning to cook for 300 people, and earning her food-handlers permit. We had fun hanging out with Nora and James and their kids too, and watching their younger boys do the zipline. There was an assembly at the amphitheater, and then refreshments at the lodge. Addie had helped make 300 brownies, and they were fabulous. I’d like to have the recipe, but it’s probably something like 200 eggs, 100 pounds of sugar, etc. etc.
I’m having lots of fun digging in the yard, although my leg hurts every night. (While I’m digging and raking, I’m too excited to feel anything!) I feel greatly blessed to be as well as I am. I love being outside, and I’ve missed that for all my months of cancer recovery and shingles pain. The kitties have stuck by me, but they like being outside now, too. While I’m getting ready to go out, putting on my work boots and visor and headphones, Scout sits on the little table by the front door and reaches over to put his paw on the doorknob. If we had levers instead of doorknobs, he would let himself out, instead of waiting for me.
Life is good. I love you all! Mom
Sunday, June 2, 2019
Dear Kids,
It’s our 47th anniversary today! I haven’t planned anything special, partly because it’s Sunday, and partly because I couldn’t think of anything special to do. We have so much freedom, we can do whatever we want to do, whenever we want. Besides, our big 50th is coming up in just three years. We’ll probably host a party of some sort. I used to think anybody celebrating a 50th anniversary was really really old, but as Grandma Allen always said, “everything looks different when you get there.”
Yesterday I was digging in the backyard (Yes, I can do that now!) and the cats were milling around me. Harley, the Siberian Husky, was romping around in his yard next door. Scout and Sonia think that’s their territory, so they started giving him the evil eye. He came up to the fence and looked them over very carefully. Then Sonia walked right up to him and they touched noses through the fence. Go, Sonia! I had no idea she was so brave. Then, when Harley jumped back and barked, Sonia freaked out and ran for the house. I’m not so worried about Harley now. I don’t think he wants to eat them. I think he just wants friends.
It’s been raining every day this week, with hail and thunder sometimes, but it’s supposed to dry out starting tomorrow. The lawns here are so green you’d think we were in the east. The hills are so green, it looks like Europe. I want to fling out my arms like Julie Andrews in “The Sound of Music,” and whirl around and sing “The hills are alive . . . . “ In a perfect world, the hills would be green all the time, with no rain.
Fathers Day is only two weeks away, and I have an idea for a present for Dad, if you want to go in on something. He needs a new tablet, bigger than what he has now. Mine is 8" diagonally, which isn’t gigantic, but bigger than his. I showed him how big you can make the fonts, and still have a lot to read on each page. He definitely wants to upgrade! So let me know if you want to go in on the tablet. I’m sure he’ll love it. By the way, thanks to all of you who came to his (and Dallin’s) party last Monday. He said it was the best party he’s ever had! Thanks for the wonderful gifts you gave him! I’m helping him eat all his candy.
I love you all! Mom
It’s our 47th anniversary today! I haven’t planned anything special, partly because it’s Sunday, and partly because I couldn’t think of anything special to do. We have so much freedom, we can do whatever we want to do, whenever we want. Besides, our big 50th is coming up in just three years. We’ll probably host a party of some sort. I used to think anybody celebrating a 50th anniversary was really really old, but as Grandma Allen always said, “everything looks different when you get there.”
Yesterday I was digging in the backyard (Yes, I can do that now!) and the cats were milling around me. Harley, the Siberian Husky, was romping around in his yard next door. Scout and Sonia think that’s their territory, so they started giving him the evil eye. He came up to the fence and looked them over very carefully. Then Sonia walked right up to him and they touched noses through the fence. Go, Sonia! I had no idea she was so brave. Then, when Harley jumped back and barked, Sonia freaked out and ran for the house. I’m not so worried about Harley now. I don’t think he wants to eat them. I think he just wants friends.
It’s been raining every day this week, with hail and thunder sometimes, but it’s supposed to dry out starting tomorrow. The lawns here are so green you’d think we were in the east. The hills are so green, it looks like Europe. I want to fling out my arms like Julie Andrews in “The Sound of Music,” and whirl around and sing “The hills are alive . . . . “ In a perfect world, the hills would be green all the time, with no rain.
Fathers Day is only two weeks away, and I have an idea for a present for Dad, if you want to go in on something. He needs a new tablet, bigger than what he has now. Mine is 8" diagonally, which isn’t gigantic, but bigger than his. I showed him how big you can make the fonts, and still have a lot to read on each page. He definitely wants to upgrade! So let me know if you want to go in on the tablet. I’m sure he’ll love it. By the way, thanks to all of you who came to his (and Dallin’s) party last Monday. He said it was the best party he’s ever had! Thanks for the wonderful gifts you gave him! I’m helping him eat all his candy.
I love you all! Mom
Sunday, May 26, 2019
Dear Kids,
I’m really looking forward to the barbecue-birthday party at John’s house tomorrow. (5:00 pm) When I was in second grade, I decided that May 27th was my favorite day of the whole year, because school was getting out that day, and it was my mother’s birthday. Little did I know that it was also my future husband’s birthday, and a future grandson’s. So May 27th is still one of my very favorite days. Thanks to John for letting us have the party at his house! I twisted his arm, but Dad and I plan to come early and haul rocks, to make up for it. If any of you want to come early too, John said there would be plenty to do.
I woke up a few mornings ago to find a play mouse on the covers, right by my face. Scout stood behind it, smiling at me. He must have wanted to play! I got out of bed and tossed the mouse down the hall for him, and he went running after it. I keep buying more mice at Walmart. They’re called skitter critters, and they come in a 3-pack. At our house, they get lost long before they wear out. But not at John’s house. I bought a 3-pack for his kitties, but they tore them to shreds. Of course, John’s cats have front claws. And they’re used to catching and eating real mice. None of those play critters for them!
The contractor who’s repairing our cabin worked exactly one day this week, between rainstorms. Dad and I drove over to talk to him about how he’s going to re-do the balcony on the east side. He and his son had been tearing off burned siding, and it mostly filled a dumpster. You can imagine how many hornets nests were on that east wall, and there was also a hole where a bat had been living. I asked about the bat, and the contractor said he had to kill it. I guess he might have had rabies–the bat, not the contractor. We’re hoping things can move along faster when the weather clears up, but who knows when that will be? On Thursday we had a snowstorm that left a couple of inches on the ground. In the tops of the mountains they’re getting new snow almost every day. If it decides to melt all at once, there could be some major flooding. But who cares? We just want summer to come.
Lots of love, Mom
I’m really looking forward to the barbecue-birthday party at John’s house tomorrow. (5:00 pm) When I was in second grade, I decided that May 27th was my favorite day of the whole year, because school was getting out that day, and it was my mother’s birthday. Little did I know that it was also my future husband’s birthday, and a future grandson’s. So May 27th is still one of my very favorite days. Thanks to John for letting us have the party at his house! I twisted his arm, but Dad and I plan to come early and haul rocks, to make up for it. If any of you want to come early too, John said there would be plenty to do.
I woke up a few mornings ago to find a play mouse on the covers, right by my face. Scout stood behind it, smiling at me. He must have wanted to play! I got out of bed and tossed the mouse down the hall for him, and he went running after it. I keep buying more mice at Walmart. They’re called skitter critters, and they come in a 3-pack. At our house, they get lost long before they wear out. But not at John’s house. I bought a 3-pack for his kitties, but they tore them to shreds. Of course, John’s cats have front claws. And they’re used to catching and eating real mice. None of those play critters for them!
The contractor who’s repairing our cabin worked exactly one day this week, between rainstorms. Dad and I drove over to talk to him about how he’s going to re-do the balcony on the east side. He and his son had been tearing off burned siding, and it mostly filled a dumpster. You can imagine how many hornets nests were on that east wall, and there was also a hole where a bat had been living. I asked about the bat, and the contractor said he had to kill it. I guess he might have had rabies–the bat, not the contractor. We’re hoping things can move along faster when the weather clears up, but who knows when that will be? On Thursday we had a snowstorm that left a couple of inches on the ground. In the tops of the mountains they’re getting new snow almost every day. If it decides to melt all at once, there could be some major flooding. But who cares? We just want summer to come.
Lots of love, Mom
Sunday, May 19, 2019
Dear Kids,
More crazy weather! Yesterday we had rain, hail, snow, and sunshine, all within an hour, and then the cycle kept repeating itself. Bevan ran the Ogden marathon, and it was snowing at the starting line. Springtime in the Rockies!
But summer is just around the corner, starting with Memorial Day a week from tomorrow. It’s Dad’s and Dallin’s birthday, too, so Donna and I are planning a barbecue for that evening, 5:00 pm, at John’s house. First we thought about having it here at our place, but I wanted to go someplace different for a change. Since the cabin is still out of commission, I thought of John’s house next. It’s such a total party place! And we’re meeting in the evening because his family is doing yard work that day. If anybody wants to come early, you can help haul rocks. Dad and I will be early for sure! And if you want to contribute to the dinner, you could bring a salad, potato chips, etc. Maybe you could text Donna or me saying what you’ll be bringing. I’m sure it will be a lot of fun. Our family get-togethers are always great events.
About the cabin: the good news is that the contractor has started working on it. He worked one day. Then he needed to pull off the damaged part of the roof, but a big storm was on the way, so he decided to wait for better weather. Right now the forecast is for rain or snow practically every day for at least another week. Maybe longer. But someday the cabin will be done, and then we can have parties and barbecues there again.
Dad and I have been listening to the audiobook of Book of a Thousand Days, by Shannon Hale, and we came to the part where Khan Tegas tosses a cat into the tower for the two ladies holed up in there. It’s “a yearling cat, long and lean, pale gray with green eyes.” Hey, that’s Scout! (He’s no longer built like a boxcar.) The ladies named him “My Lord,” so that’s what I call Scout now, when he behaves himself. He smiles at me condescendingly.
Life is good! I love you all! Mom
More crazy weather! Yesterday we had rain, hail, snow, and sunshine, all within an hour, and then the cycle kept repeating itself. Bevan ran the Ogden marathon, and it was snowing at the starting line. Springtime in the Rockies!
But summer is just around the corner, starting with Memorial Day a week from tomorrow. It’s Dad’s and Dallin’s birthday, too, so Donna and I are planning a barbecue for that evening, 5:00 pm, at John’s house. First we thought about having it here at our place, but I wanted to go someplace different for a change. Since the cabin is still out of commission, I thought of John’s house next. It’s such a total party place! And we’re meeting in the evening because his family is doing yard work that day. If anybody wants to come early, you can help haul rocks. Dad and I will be early for sure! And if you want to contribute to the dinner, you could bring a salad, potato chips, etc. Maybe you could text Donna or me saying what you’ll be bringing. I’m sure it will be a lot of fun. Our family get-togethers are always great events.
About the cabin: the good news is that the contractor has started working on it. He worked one day. Then he needed to pull off the damaged part of the roof, but a big storm was on the way, so he decided to wait for better weather. Right now the forecast is for rain or snow practically every day for at least another week. Maybe longer. But someday the cabin will be done, and then we can have parties and barbecues there again.
Dad and I have been listening to the audiobook of Book of a Thousand Days, by Shannon Hale, and we came to the part where Khan Tegas tosses a cat into the tower for the two ladies holed up in there. It’s “a yearling cat, long and lean, pale gray with green eyes.” Hey, that’s Scout! (He’s no longer built like a boxcar.) The ladies named him “My Lord,” so that’s what I call Scout now, when he behaves himself. He smiles at me condescendingly.
Life is good! I love you all! Mom
Sunday, May 12, 2019
Dear Kids,
Happy Mothers Day to all you wonderful daughters and daughters-in-law of mine! I’m so proud of you all. I know raising a family is hard, but there’s nothing more important you’ll ever do. And besides, you and your husbands are raising such perfect grandchildren for us! And thanks to all of you for the Mothers Day presents. They’ve been been spread out over several days, and it’s been lots of fun. Wonderful things have been coming in the mail, besides Donna coming by to plant flowers, and Paul and Stefanie coming by to visit, and Al and Carson dropping in, and Nora coming Saturday morning to go hiking with me. And speaking of hiking . . . .
My leg is doing better. It still hurts like crazy, but I’m able to block out the pain and do practically everything I want to do. Our hike at the Jordanelle was only about three miles round trip, and I used my cane, but it was perfect weather and we had a great time talking and enjoying the beautiful scenery. Nora said she was inspired by the fact that I’m always saying in my letters that if anyone wants to go hiking, please come by! So if anybody else wants to hike, I’m up for it now, even though it couldn’t be anything long or strenuous.
Our cats are endlessly entertaining. Tina was eating a dollop of pudding that Dad gave her, and Scout came by and pushed her away and started eating it. She whacked him in the head with her paw, but he just kept eating, looking sideways at her. She tried to side-bump him but he didn’t budge. Usually Tina gets the best of everybody, but Scout won that time. The two of them are exactly the same size now (although Scout’s four feet long when he stretches out on our bed ) and we can only tell them apart by their color. Tina’s more brown. Miss black and white, Sonia, doesn’t get into trouble as much as the other two, but sometimes she’ll start a fight by bumping past Scout. So he starts chasing her, and the fight is on. When they all run down the hall together, it sounds like a herd of elephants.
The work on our cabin is supposed to start tomorrow morning, and continue non-stop until it’s done. I’m cautiously hopeful. It will be so much fun having cabin parties again! I’ll keep you posted.
Lots of love to everybody, Mom
Happy Mothers Day to all you wonderful daughters and daughters-in-law of mine! I’m so proud of you all. I know raising a family is hard, but there’s nothing more important you’ll ever do. And besides, you and your husbands are raising such perfect grandchildren for us! And thanks to all of you for the Mothers Day presents. They’ve been been spread out over several days, and it’s been lots of fun. Wonderful things have been coming in the mail, besides Donna coming by to plant flowers, and Paul and Stefanie coming by to visit, and Al and Carson dropping in, and Nora coming Saturday morning to go hiking with me. And speaking of hiking . . . .
My leg is doing better. It still hurts like crazy, but I’m able to block out the pain and do practically everything I want to do. Our hike at the Jordanelle was only about three miles round trip, and I used my cane, but it was perfect weather and we had a great time talking and enjoying the beautiful scenery. Nora said she was inspired by the fact that I’m always saying in my letters that if anyone wants to go hiking, please come by! So if anybody else wants to hike, I’m up for it now, even though it couldn’t be anything long or strenuous.
Our cats are endlessly entertaining. Tina was eating a dollop of pudding that Dad gave her, and Scout came by and pushed her away and started eating it. She whacked him in the head with her paw, but he just kept eating, looking sideways at her. She tried to side-bump him but he didn’t budge. Usually Tina gets the best of everybody, but Scout won that time. The two of them are exactly the same size now (although Scout’s four feet long when he stretches out on our bed ) and we can only tell them apart by their color. Tina’s more brown. Miss black and white, Sonia, doesn’t get into trouble as much as the other two, but sometimes she’ll start a fight by bumping past Scout. So he starts chasing her, and the fight is on. When they all run down the hall together, it sounds like a herd of elephants.
The work on our cabin is supposed to start tomorrow morning, and continue non-stop until it’s done. I’m cautiously hopeful. It will be so much fun having cabin parties again! I’ll keep you posted.
Lots of love to everybody, Mom
Sunday, May 5, 2019
Dear Kids,
On March 17 I wrote, “We might have had our last snowstorm of the year.” How crazy was that? That was almost two months ago, and we’ve had at least one snowstorm per week since then. It started snowing Tuesday afternoon while Anna was here for her piano lesson, and all the boys’ jackets were out in their car. (Bevan always brings the boys along. They chase the cats and eat oreos, and we all have a good time.) So, did those boys care? Not at all. They ran out in it. It was actually a beautiful storm, with big white flakes, which would have been lovely in December or January. It put down a couple of inches, which melted the next morning.
But maybe we’re having spring. Dad mowed the lawn yesterday for the first time, and I pruned some bushes. Behind us, in the pasture, the horses have lots of green grass to eat now. Some of the trees around here are starting to get leaves. Maybe tonight it will be warm enough for all of us to go out and play on our playground. Each week I tell our guests, “Maybe next week. . . “ Well, Maybe tonight . . . .
I still keep our younger cats in at night, so they won’t be a temptation for predators, but they play outside a lot during the day. Scout and Sonia are always eating grass. Why would that be? Maybe they need the vitamins. Maybe they’ve watched the horses do it. I can’t figure them out at all. Tina likes to play with them, and there’s lots of racing and chasing. I dug sprinkler trenches on the north side last fall, and the cats use them to hide from each other. But nobody has gone under the neighbors’ fence to visit Harley, the Alaskan Husky. I’m sure he would gladly play with them! Tina showed Scout how to go under the back fence into the horse pasture, and they did some exploring, maybe looking for mice. They didn’t go near the horses, though.
Nothing else is going on here. I was just looking at our calendar to see what I could write about, and it’s all doctor visits. Dermatologist, oncologist, proctologist, dentist, family doctor . . . that’s about it. I’d really like to know what’s going on in my lung, but I have to be patient for several more weeks. When I find out something, I’ll write about it. Meanwhile, every day is a treat.
Life is good! Love, Mom
On March 17 I wrote, “We might have had our last snowstorm of the year.” How crazy was that? That was almost two months ago, and we’ve had at least one snowstorm per week since then. It started snowing Tuesday afternoon while Anna was here for her piano lesson, and all the boys’ jackets were out in their car. (Bevan always brings the boys along. They chase the cats and eat oreos, and we all have a good time.) So, did those boys care? Not at all. They ran out in it. It was actually a beautiful storm, with big white flakes, which would have been lovely in December or January. It put down a couple of inches, which melted the next morning.
But maybe we’re having spring. Dad mowed the lawn yesterday for the first time, and I pruned some bushes. Behind us, in the pasture, the horses have lots of green grass to eat now. Some of the trees around here are starting to get leaves. Maybe tonight it will be warm enough for all of us to go out and play on our playground. Each week I tell our guests, “Maybe next week. . . “ Well, Maybe tonight . . . .
I still keep our younger cats in at night, so they won’t be a temptation for predators, but they play outside a lot during the day. Scout and Sonia are always eating grass. Why would that be? Maybe they need the vitamins. Maybe they’ve watched the horses do it. I can’t figure them out at all. Tina likes to play with them, and there’s lots of racing and chasing. I dug sprinkler trenches on the north side last fall, and the cats use them to hide from each other. But nobody has gone under the neighbors’ fence to visit Harley, the Alaskan Husky. I’m sure he would gladly play with them! Tina showed Scout how to go under the back fence into the horse pasture, and they did some exploring, maybe looking for mice. They didn’t go near the horses, though.
Nothing else is going on here. I was just looking at our calendar to see what I could write about, and it’s all doctor visits. Dermatologist, oncologist, proctologist, dentist, family doctor . . . that’s about it. I’d really like to know what’s going on in my lung, but I have to be patient for several more weeks. When I find out something, I’ll write about it. Meanwhile, every day is a treat.
Life is good! Love, Mom
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