Home from Saskatoon at midnight last night. Interesting that Saskatoon is directly north of Great Falls, Montana, but you can't go that way by plane. You have to fly to Minneapolis and wait four hours to fly back to Saskatoon. And yes, you wait in Minneapolis on the way home, only 3 hrs and 30 minutes.
Complaints out of the way.
I'm glad I went. I love my son Richard and his family. And I love knowing where they live, what their house is like, so I can picture them there.
Penelope is six and smart. Axel is four and smart. They're both cute as can be, too.
I offered to read a book to Axel. No. He only likes his dad or his mom to read books to him, and, he added, "I don't like to be next to old people." That would be me.
It's already winter cold in Saskatoon. I guess they're used to it.
Good to be back in Boise, where soon enough it will be cold enough.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
My kids
When you get a text from your daughter telling you that she and her husband are driving through Watsonville, California, seeing fields and fields of strawberries, you like it. Such was my deal today. And this after a phone call from them.
They were in San Francisco for two days during the BART strike. Many many cars, much traffic. Two hours to go eleven miles yesterday, some of it right through the center of that Bay city.
It's Ben and Alyce. They are on their pre-baby vacation. Smart. Of course, he's with them, kicking for joy, just not on the outside yet.
They were in San Francisco for two days during the BART strike. Many many cars, much traffic. Two hours to go eleven miles yesterday, some of it right through the center of that Bay city.
It's Ben and Alyce. They are on their pre-baby vacation. Smart. Of course, he's with them, kicking for joy, just not on the outside yet.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Party
Jacob is 20, officially.
Fun party at Andrew and Michelle's house in celebration of Jacob's birth and of his wonderful self. No kidding.
And I have never seen such good looking jack-o'-lanterns as the ones the "young folks" carved. Great idea for an activity. Big pumpkins and mini-pumpkins. Some scary, some funny, all really well done. We have a bunch of artists in the family.
Michelle furnished carving and scraping tools. Whoever invented those did a smart thing.
Carvers included, in alphabetical order: Aaron, Caroline, Clayton, Jacob, Nicholas, Patrick, Peter, Shane.
Fun party at Andrew and Michelle's house in celebration of Jacob's birth and of his wonderful self. No kidding.
And I have never seen such good looking jack-o'-lanterns as the ones the "young folks" carved. Great idea for an activity. Big pumpkins and mini-pumpkins. Some scary, some funny, all really well done. We have a bunch of artists in the family.
Michelle furnished carving and scraping tools. Whoever invented those did a smart thing.
Carvers included, in alphabetical order: Aaron, Caroline, Clayton, Jacob, Nicholas, Patrick, Peter, Shane.
Friday, October 18, 2013
A Small Thing
When we had our babies, we
had a little thing we would say. One of
us would go to get the baby up in the morning, and the other would call out,
“Did he get ugly in the night?” And the
first would answer, “No, not this time, thank goodness.” Or maybe, “Oh yeah, it’s terrible.” I miss Wayne and all those little things.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Thinking
Today, and yesterday, I'm watching the 183 semi-annual General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And I'm loving it. Always when I watch conference I am inspired, and I feel like I want to and can be a good person, better today than yesterday, better tomorrow than today. Why not feel that kind of hope and optimism? Why not? With all I know and have been given, why not?
Two weeks ago I went to my 55-year high school reunion in Santa Monica, California. Some inspiration from that, too. Like from Ted Armbrister, who, like me, is 73. He is a defense attorney. Still. Not retired. He told me he will retire when he no longer enjoys what he does and for now he loves his work. He also told me I was always an inspiring person to him, someone he often thinks of. How nice.
We ran against each other for student body president. Pretty daring of a girl to do that, since there never had been a girl student body president. It was the 1950s, remember. But, hey, I thought it was time.
The girl lost, that's me, but not by much. But I guess losing by a little is just like losing by a lot. I still remember Ted's campaign speech. It was based on this saying, "A fighting team is never beaten." It was about football. And I will say it was inspiring. It must have been.
Like Frank Peabody, who--and I'm not kidding--looks exactly the same as he did 55 years ago and who has the same energy he had. A cheerful, pleasant, positive guy. Someone I gave not a lot of thought to in high school but who inspires me now with his friendliness and encouragement. Funny word, but it seems right.
Like Monica and Linnea and Donna, who not only look very young for their years but who are good, generous people. Kind to any and all at that gathering. I know, because I watched them. It's charm and confidence, but it's more than that. I say it's goodness. And it's inspiring.
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Two weeks ago I went to my 55-year high school reunion in Santa Monica, California. Some inspiration from that, too. Like from Ted Armbrister, who, like me, is 73. He is a defense attorney. Still. Not retired. He told me he will retire when he no longer enjoys what he does and for now he loves his work. He also told me I was always an inspiring person to him, someone he often thinks of. How nice.
We ran against each other for student body president. Pretty daring of a girl to do that, since there never had been a girl student body president. It was the 1950s, remember. But, hey, I thought it was time.
The girl lost, that's me, but not by much. But I guess losing by a little is just like losing by a lot. I still remember Ted's campaign speech. It was based on this saying, "A fighting team is never beaten." It was about football. And I will say it was inspiring. It must have been.
Like Frank Peabody, who--and I'm not kidding--looks exactly the same as he did 55 years ago and who has the same energy he had. A cheerful, pleasant, positive guy. Someone I gave not a lot of thought to in high school but who inspires me now with his friendliness and encouragement. Funny word, but it seems right.
Like Monica and Linnea and Donna, who not only look very young for their years but who are good, generous people. Kind to any and all at that gathering. I know, because I watched them. It's charm and confidence, but it's more than that. I say it's goodness. And it's inspiring.
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