Dear Kids,
Is gas cheap or what? I thought it was cheap enough in Pocatello at $1.89, until we filled up in Salt Lake at Walmart for $1.85, and then we drove by the Rainbow Sinclair where, with the discount, it was $1.81. What a great time to go joyriding! Friday afternoon Dad was off at the cabin in his truck, so I took the Sienna for a drive up towards Wolf Creek Pass. I knew the road would be closed off about 13 miles up, so I went that far and then turned around and came back home. Too bad we already went to Pocatello, or maybe I would have taken off for Idaho, and who knows when I would have come back?
Yep, we’re plenty buggy with the virus quarantine, but thank goodness things are starting to open up. I’ll be glad when I can go back to the library and the D.I. I’m even looking forward to going back to church, although I really enjoy doing the sacrament with our family each week. I’ll enjoy going back to the temple, but it might take lots longer. Yesterday afternoon we were visiting at Paul and Stefanie’s, where we went to admire baby Chloe. Stefanie’s parents were there, too. (Practically everybody had masks on.) I asked Paul about a possible baby blessing for Chloe, and they’re still not sure. Back in the 80's, people were being encouraged to have their baby blessings at home, and I mentioned that to Paul. But he said they’d just wait and see.
Here’s another sign of the times: we got a text invitation to a wedding reception for Jeff Fulton, but we would have had to drive through. We were told we could visit a minute with the bride and groom, and that refreshments would be handed to us, but I couldn’t summon up the enthusiasm for us to go. When Adam Fulton got married, we really enjoyed visiting with all our old friends from 5th ward who showed up, but at a drive thru, we wouldn’t have been able to see anybody! We’re really happy Jeff is married, though, and I’ll send them a card and some $$$.
I was able to work in our yard practically every morning last week, and I’ll be planting new grass in another week or two. Right now everything looks terrible, with dead grass and drab-looking bushes and trees, but there will be a very dramatic transformation when the new grass comes up, and the trees get their leaves. I’m just grateful to have enough energy right now to even be outside. I’m enjoying it while I can.
I hope you’re all enjoying life, too! Lots of love, Mom
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Dear Kids,
Of course the top news story of the week is Bentley’s mission call to the Philippine Cibu mission. The letter said he should report to the MTC in Provo on July 15, but I imagine that could be adjusted depending on circumstances. Tom says that missionaries getting calls can defer their starting date for up to a year, but Bentley wants to go right away. He’ll be learning Cebuano, which, of course, none of us had ever heard of until this week. Tom says there are 23 missions in the Philippines, and lots of different languages. Bentley’s in for a great adventure!
Dad and I had a great time in Pocatello last weekend, “sheltering in place” with Vanessa’s family. We went on walks, worked puzzles, and talked a lot. Sunday afternoon we had the sacrament, conducted by Sterling. Then Trent gave a really good “Come Follow Me” lesson about King Benjamin. After that we went on another walk, and then we drove up to the site of the new Pocatello temple. It’s high on the hill, north of Vanessa’s house, and it’s going to be absolutely beautiful. You can see that now. It will be a great change for Trent and Vanessa to drive just a few minutes to the temple, instead of all the way to Idaho Falls. I envy them. We have to drive at least an hour to any temple. I sure would like one in Heber or Midway or even Kamas. Or anywhere close, where the air is clean. My lungs pay a price every time we drive down the canyon.
I’ve been inspired by Nora’s long eyelashes, which almost look fake, but are very real. She uses the glaucoma drops to make them grow, and Double Extend mascara by L’Oreal to make them look thick. My lashes have really taken a hit from radiation and chemo, so I wanted to try the same things. The glaucoma drops worked fine on my lashes, but my eyes watered all the time, so I gave that up. The Double Extend mascara looked really good, but it made my eyes itch. So my whole plan was a failure. The point of all this is that I want to ask all you daughters and daughters-in-law, what’s a good mascara? I’ve been using Maybelline Great Lash for years, but maybe there’s something better?
Meanwhile, life stretches on for all of us. I pray that we’ll get back to normal sometime soon.
Love, Mom
Of course the top news story of the week is Bentley’s mission call to the Philippine Cibu mission. The letter said he should report to the MTC in Provo on July 15, but I imagine that could be adjusted depending on circumstances. Tom says that missionaries getting calls can defer their starting date for up to a year, but Bentley wants to go right away. He’ll be learning Cebuano, which, of course, none of us had ever heard of until this week. Tom says there are 23 missions in the Philippines, and lots of different languages. Bentley’s in for a great adventure!
Dad and I had a great time in Pocatello last weekend, “sheltering in place” with Vanessa’s family. We went on walks, worked puzzles, and talked a lot. Sunday afternoon we had the sacrament, conducted by Sterling. Then Trent gave a really good “Come Follow Me” lesson about King Benjamin. After that we went on another walk, and then we drove up to the site of the new Pocatello temple. It’s high on the hill, north of Vanessa’s house, and it’s going to be absolutely beautiful. You can see that now. It will be a great change for Trent and Vanessa to drive just a few minutes to the temple, instead of all the way to Idaho Falls. I envy them. We have to drive at least an hour to any temple. I sure would like one in Heber or Midway or even Kamas. Or anywhere close, where the air is clean. My lungs pay a price every time we drive down the canyon.
I’ve been inspired by Nora’s long eyelashes, which almost look fake, but are very real. She uses the glaucoma drops to make them grow, and Double Extend mascara by L’Oreal to make them look thick. My lashes have really taken a hit from radiation and chemo, so I wanted to try the same things. The glaucoma drops worked fine on my lashes, but my eyes watered all the time, so I gave that up. The Double Extend mascara looked really good, but it made my eyes itch. So my whole plan was a failure. The point of all this is that I want to ask all you daughters and daughters-in-law, what’s a good mascara? I’ve been using Maybelline Great Lash for years, but maybe there’s something better?
Meanwhile, life stretches on for all of us. I pray that we’ll get back to normal sometime soon.
Love, Mom
Saturday, April 18, 2020
Dear Kids,
I’m dating this letter for Sunday, but right now, while I’m typing it, it’s really Saturday morning. Dad and I are leaving for Idaho in an hour or so, so I want to post something before we leave. We’re going to Pocatello, since we haven’t been there for a year and a half, and besides, I need to go SOMEWHERE or bust or go totally crazy. Life is full of risks, and the curve is flattening in Utah and Idaho, and I’ve been pretty nonchalant about the virus anyway. So I’m pretty excited to go. Dad, too. Normally when we visit Vanessa’s family they’re running every which way to their activities, and we don’t see as much of them as I’d like, so this seems like a good time to really visit. Besides, I’m in between chemo rounds, and feeling pretty good. The stars are totally lined up for this trip.
What else? Last night, Dad and I had just left John’s house, after picking up my new driving glasses. We always drive up to Red Ledges and then down into Heber on Center Street. We were coming down the hill when we saw a big group of people walking along the side of the road. When we got closer I recognized Tom, and we realized this big group was just his family, out for a walk. I know there are nine of them now, but we don’t usually see them all together walking down the road. Of course we stopped to talk (social distancing, of course) and catch up a little. We normally see them practically every Sunday night, but it’s been at least a month now. Tom has more of a beard than before, and Eli’s hair is longer. Hopefully, as things start opening up, we can gradually be more social.
Gary and Carly Allen’s little boy, Lennox, has been fighting brain cancer, as most of you know. He was in remission for a while, but now the cancer is back with a vengeance, and he won’t live much longer. Andy and Renae have flown to Florida to be with them. I haven’t heard anything for a couple of weeks, but I’ll let you know when he passes away. We know where he’s going, and how glorious it is, but it’s still hard for everybody. Seeing his struggle reminds me how quickly cancer can come roaring back, and I’m appreciating every day I have. Hopefully I have years left, but every day is still important to me. I’m so grateful to be part of such a huge, loving family.
Life is good! I hope you’re all having great spring weather!
Love, Mom
I’m dating this letter for Sunday, but right now, while I’m typing it, it’s really Saturday morning. Dad and I are leaving for Idaho in an hour or so, so I want to post something before we leave. We’re going to Pocatello, since we haven’t been there for a year and a half, and besides, I need to go SOMEWHERE or bust or go totally crazy. Life is full of risks, and the curve is flattening in Utah and Idaho, and I’ve been pretty nonchalant about the virus anyway. So I’m pretty excited to go. Dad, too. Normally when we visit Vanessa’s family they’re running every which way to their activities, and we don’t see as much of them as I’d like, so this seems like a good time to really visit. Besides, I’m in between chemo rounds, and feeling pretty good. The stars are totally lined up for this trip.
What else? Last night, Dad and I had just left John’s house, after picking up my new driving glasses. We always drive up to Red Ledges and then down into Heber on Center Street. We were coming down the hill when we saw a big group of people walking along the side of the road. When we got closer I recognized Tom, and we realized this big group was just his family, out for a walk. I know there are nine of them now, but we don’t usually see them all together walking down the road. Of course we stopped to talk (social distancing, of course) and catch up a little. We normally see them practically every Sunday night, but it’s been at least a month now. Tom has more of a beard than before, and Eli’s hair is longer. Hopefully, as things start opening up, we can gradually be more social.
Gary and Carly Allen’s little boy, Lennox, has been fighting brain cancer, as most of you know. He was in remission for a while, but now the cancer is back with a vengeance, and he won’t live much longer. Andy and Renae have flown to Florida to be with them. I haven’t heard anything for a couple of weeks, but I’ll let you know when he passes away. We know where he’s going, and how glorious it is, but it’s still hard for everybody. Seeing his struggle reminds me how quickly cancer can come roaring back, and I’m appreciating every day I have. Hopefully I have years left, but every day is still important to me. I’m so grateful to be part of such a huge, loving family.
Life is good! I hope you’re all having great spring weather!
Love, Mom
Sunday, April 12, 2020
Dear Kids,
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
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
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Dear Kids,
Naturally the biggest and best news of the week is Sharon’s acceptance to the University of Maryland’s school of nursing. We couldn’t be happier. They’re one of the premier nursing programs in the nation, and Sharon will have very good job prospects when she finishes. Dad never doubted that she would be accepted, but I thought the competition might be really tough. Sharon said having a bachelor’s degree already probably helped her, and I think her good grades played a part. Anyway, we’re very proud of her and we know she’ll do well.
I guess you’re all having the same challenges with “staying home, staying safe” that Dad and I are feeling. It’s hard to be home so much! Luckily I’m well enough that we can go on walks together, and we have plenty to do at the cabin. The worst thing is not seeing much of you kids. I can hardly remember what Tom’s family looks like! (They’ve been the most diligent about isolating themselves.) Monica wrote this: We are doing OK. We’ve been working from home for almost 3 weeks. Jackie really misses his friends but this virus is so contagious that I would feel horrible if we accidentally passed it along to anyone or got it ourselves.
I think that pretty well expresses how we all feel. Dad and I have been to Walmart a few times for groceries, and it’s probably just as safe there as at home, especially early in the morning. The place is practically vacant.
One good thing: with our extra time, we’ve been moving ahead faster with cabin projects, and we actually finished putting together the bunkbeds! I didn’t think that would ever happen, since we kept running out of bolts and nuts, which were both practically impossible to find. But the bunkbeds are all set up, and hopefully they’ll stay that way for a very long time.
Our kitties have been going crazy, just like us. Sonia still digs holes in the toilet paper, and if I try to sew, she attacks my patterns and shreds them. One of my pajama top patterns is totally missing. Could she have eaten it? Scout walks through the house meowing, for no reason at all. We had snow every day for three weeks, but spring might finally be here! It’s supposed to be in the 50's for the next two or three days. Yay!
Lots of love, Mom
Naturally the biggest and best news of the week is Sharon’s acceptance to the University of Maryland’s school of nursing. We couldn’t be happier. They’re one of the premier nursing programs in the nation, and Sharon will have very good job prospects when she finishes. Dad never doubted that she would be accepted, but I thought the competition might be really tough. Sharon said having a bachelor’s degree already probably helped her, and I think her good grades played a part. Anyway, we’re very proud of her and we know she’ll do well.
I guess you’re all having the same challenges with “staying home, staying safe” that Dad and I are feeling. It’s hard to be home so much! Luckily I’m well enough that we can go on walks together, and we have plenty to do at the cabin. The worst thing is not seeing much of you kids. I can hardly remember what Tom’s family looks like! (They’ve been the most diligent about isolating themselves.) Monica wrote this: We are doing OK. We’ve been working from home for almost 3 weeks. Jackie really misses his friends but this virus is so contagious that I would feel horrible if we accidentally passed it along to anyone or got it ourselves.
I think that pretty well expresses how we all feel. Dad and I have been to Walmart a few times for groceries, and it’s probably just as safe there as at home, especially early in the morning. The place is practically vacant.
One good thing: with our extra time, we’ve been moving ahead faster with cabin projects, and we actually finished putting together the bunkbeds! I didn’t think that would ever happen, since we kept running out of bolts and nuts, which were both practically impossible to find. But the bunkbeds are all set up, and hopefully they’ll stay that way for a very long time.
Our kitties have been going crazy, just like us. Sonia still digs holes in the toilet paper, and if I try to sew, she attacks my patterns and shreds them. One of my pajama top patterns is totally missing. Could she have eaten it? Scout walks through the house meowing, for no reason at all. We had snow every day for three weeks, but spring might finally be here! It’s supposed to be in the 50's for the next two or three days. Yay!
Lots of love, Mom
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Dear Kids,
Is everybody still enjoying the craziness of the corona virus scare? Yes, yes, I know we’re hopefully keeping the virus from spreading by our “social distancing,” and I’m very sorry about those who are sick, and for the few who have died (I know it’s more in other places) but people seem to have forgotten that this is the flu season, and that in a normal year, about 20,000 Americans die of the flu. So far, it’s been about 1,000 from the corona virus, but I’m afraid nobody is seeing it in perspective. Well, it will pass. Probably sooner than we think. I’m really grateful for the churchwide fast today, and I’m sure the fasting and prayers will help speed it on its way. People keep warning me that I’m especially vulnerable, being older, with probably a compromised immune system, but when you already have a fatal disease, you take everything in stride.
On Thursday I went to the Walmart pharmacy to get the second shingles shot. After I filled out the paperwork, the pharmacist on duty said he wouldn’t give me the shot because he didn’t feel “comfortable” doing it. I definitely wouldn’t have felt comfortable getting the shingles again, besides which, he was a health care provider denying me healthcare. But I could see I would be wasting my breath telling him off, so I just muttered a few things and walked away. When Dad came to the window to ask about me, the pharmacist told him to back off six feet. We both muttered to each other about what a dork he was. Then, the next morning, I got a call from Alexis, the main pharmacist there, and she apologized for his behavior. She said if I wanted to come back, she would gladly give me the shot. So I went back and got it, and they were all very nice to me. But see what I mean about the craziness? Common sense doesn’t always prevail.
We’ll be having the sacrament at our house this afternoon at 3:00 again. Anybody who wants to is welcome to join us. Since we’re a family group, we’re exempt from the 10-person rule. And children seem to be practically immune, so I’m sure all your kids will be OK.
By the way, the shingles vaccine tends to give you flu-like symptoms, which I have plenty of right now: the aching, the tiredness, the stuffiness, and the general misery. So I might spend much of this afternoon upstairs in the recliner, but at least I can’t pass it on to any of you. Life is still good!
Lots of love, Mom
Is everybody still enjoying the craziness of the corona virus scare? Yes, yes, I know we’re hopefully keeping the virus from spreading by our “social distancing,” and I’m very sorry about those who are sick, and for the few who have died (I know it’s more in other places) but people seem to have forgotten that this is the flu season, and that in a normal year, about 20,000 Americans die of the flu. So far, it’s been about 1,000 from the corona virus, but I’m afraid nobody is seeing it in perspective. Well, it will pass. Probably sooner than we think. I’m really grateful for the churchwide fast today, and I’m sure the fasting and prayers will help speed it on its way. People keep warning me that I’m especially vulnerable, being older, with probably a compromised immune system, but when you already have a fatal disease, you take everything in stride.
On Thursday I went to the Walmart pharmacy to get the second shingles shot. After I filled out the paperwork, the pharmacist on duty said he wouldn’t give me the shot because he didn’t feel “comfortable” doing it. I definitely wouldn’t have felt comfortable getting the shingles again, besides which, he was a health care provider denying me healthcare. But I could see I would be wasting my breath telling him off, so I just muttered a few things and walked away. When Dad came to the window to ask about me, the pharmacist told him to back off six feet. We both muttered to each other about what a dork he was. Then, the next morning, I got a call from Alexis, the main pharmacist there, and she apologized for his behavior. She said if I wanted to come back, she would gladly give me the shot. So I went back and got it, and they were all very nice to me. But see what I mean about the craziness? Common sense doesn’t always prevail.
We’ll be having the sacrament at our house this afternoon at 3:00 again. Anybody who wants to is welcome to join us. Since we’re a family group, we’re exempt from the 10-person rule. And children seem to be practically immune, so I’m sure all your kids will be OK.
By the way, the shingles vaccine tends to give you flu-like symptoms, which I have plenty of right now: the aching, the tiredness, the stuffiness, and the general misery. So I might spend much of this afternoon upstairs in the recliner, but at least I can’t pass it on to any of you. Life is still good!
Lots of love, Mom
Sunday, March 22, 2020
Dear Kids,
You can guess how thrilled I am at the CT scan I had Friday morning. I thought I would have to wait until Tuesday to find out the results, since that would have been my next appointment with Dr. Lewis, but he called me Friday afternoon to tell me the good news, so I wouldn’t have to worry over the weekend. He said, too, that they’re consulting as much as they can over the phone, to avoid office visits. That’s fine with me! He said he’d call back on Tuesday with more information, but from what he’d seen already, my tumors have shrunk dramatically. The chemo is working “gangbusters,” in his words. I know this is all a great blessing from Heavenly Father, and I’m grateful to all of you who have been praying for me! Thanks for encouraging your children to pray for me, too.
Today is our second Sunday with no official church meetings, and I’m starting to miss them. We’ll be having the sacrament at our house this afternoon, probably around 2:30 or 3:00, and you’re all invited to come and worship with us. Our meeting last Sunday was absolutely beautiful! Thanks to Nora’s family for planning it. Since I wasn’t feeling well, I went back upstairs right after the sacrament, while the rest of you went to “classes.” Little did I know that the “nursery” would follow me, but Blake and Tommy joined me in my bedroom. Since Scout and Sonia were lounging on the bed, we had a lesson about kitties. Blake asked me why kitties have hair all over, while he only has hair on the top of his head. I didn’t have a good answer to that one. I showed them that Scout even has hair growing out of his ears. Blake said that he had hair in his ears when he was a kitty. I asked him when that was, and he said “Yesterday.” (Which Tom says is his answer to everything about the past.) Anyway, I really enjoyed teaching “nursery” for just one Sunday.
Dad and I went back to the cabin yesterday, hoping to finish putting the bunkbeds back together. This time we ran out of nuts, but we’re only short by three. We can find them Tuesday when we drive down to Salt Lake. I’m happy to say our project is moving ahead, however, and now that I’ll be feeling good for two months, we’ll finish all the main stuff. Not that we’re stopping anybody from enjoying the cabin! Donna’s family showed up just as we were packing up, with all their supplies and food for a couple of nights. The magic of the cabin carries on!
I love you all. Thanks again for your prayers. Mom
You can guess how thrilled I am at the CT scan I had Friday morning. I thought I would have to wait until Tuesday to find out the results, since that would have been my next appointment with Dr. Lewis, but he called me Friday afternoon to tell me the good news, so I wouldn’t have to worry over the weekend. He said, too, that they’re consulting as much as they can over the phone, to avoid office visits. That’s fine with me! He said he’d call back on Tuesday with more information, but from what he’d seen already, my tumors have shrunk dramatically. The chemo is working “gangbusters,” in his words. I know this is all a great blessing from Heavenly Father, and I’m grateful to all of you who have been praying for me! Thanks for encouraging your children to pray for me, too.
Today is our second Sunday with no official church meetings, and I’m starting to miss them. We’ll be having the sacrament at our house this afternoon, probably around 2:30 or 3:00, and you’re all invited to come and worship with us. Our meeting last Sunday was absolutely beautiful! Thanks to Nora’s family for planning it. Since I wasn’t feeling well, I went back upstairs right after the sacrament, while the rest of you went to “classes.” Little did I know that the “nursery” would follow me, but Blake and Tommy joined me in my bedroom. Since Scout and Sonia were lounging on the bed, we had a lesson about kitties. Blake asked me why kitties have hair all over, while he only has hair on the top of his head. I didn’t have a good answer to that one. I showed them that Scout even has hair growing out of his ears. Blake said that he had hair in his ears when he was a kitty. I asked him when that was, and he said “Yesterday.” (Which Tom says is his answer to everything about the past.) Anyway, I really enjoyed teaching “nursery” for just one Sunday.
Dad and I went back to the cabin yesterday, hoping to finish putting the bunkbeds back together. This time we ran out of nuts, but we’re only short by three. We can find them Tuesday when we drive down to Salt Lake. I’m happy to say our project is moving ahead, however, and now that I’ll be feeling good for two months, we’ll finish all the main stuff. Not that we’re stopping anybody from enjoying the cabin! Donna’s family showed up just as we were packing up, with all their supplies and food for a couple of nights. The magic of the cabin carries on!
I love you all. Thanks again for your prayers. Mom
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