Unkabob

I'm sure most of you know by now that Uncle Bob, Aunt Diane and the girls could use our prayers right now.

Please join us all in a family fast for them next Sunday.

Because he broke his hip. And because we'd love for there to be nothing to be so freaked out about as we all were yesterday. ;)

Love to all.
xoxo

Leona

I was at Walmart last night and a woman walked in front of me that looked exactly like Leona! she walked like her, her hair was the same, it was very eery and it made me miss her so much. What a lovely lady she was. I enjoyed her so much and still think of her alot. I have also had that same experience at the Temple. It will be great when we all are together again and can just enjoy each other and my time is swiftly coming!
I am now 57 and really can't believe it. Even when I write 57 it seems like I am talking about someone other than me. I mean, I still feel 18! My body however, is not cooperating! But my mind will just not accept that I am getting close to 60!
love you all
mom/aunt Myrna

Mom

I don't know who took this picture of mom, nor who it was that decided to get her wet, but I remember mom's feelings toward getting wet like this. She HATED it. She would tell me that she could not breathe, and therefore became anxious. Maybe she told me because I was guilty at one time or another of spraying her with the hose. I recall that now that I think of it. We lived outside of Delta. I also think I had to pull weeds all that day.

Mint anyone?

I'm eating Andes Candies and missing Grandpa and Grandma Riding. :) I loved sneaking those out of his little candy jar, although I'd always look up after grabbing a couple of them and Grandpa would just look down at me from his chair and wink. :)

The Drive

Saturday at around three in the afternoon, Daniel and I decided to venture out of the house and take a little drive.
It was a beautiful day, the sun shining; although the clouds were also starting to team together.
Not knowing where we were wanted to go, we set out for Lake Shore and upon coming to the junction; we had a decision to make. Turn south and head for Benjamin, turn right and head for Palmyra, or straight ahead to West Mountain. We chose the latter.

It had been awhile since I had seen West Mountain. It is a beautiful area made more beautiful by the recent rains. Several new homes dressed the mountain. I suggested we should just keep driving and go around Utah Lake. He was game.

We passed Sandy Beach and the wind was starting to pick up as evident in the wave runners on the lake. Continuing on, we decided to pull over at a spot that looked like a great place to observe the beauty we were in the middle of.

Small white capped waves beat against the reeds and although we noticed minor debris from human occupancy (pop can, and what looked to be a piece of clothing that, without my glasses, I tried to imagine as the dried remainder of a snakeskin. Daniel cleared that up.), we didn’t let it deter us from the beauty of our Creators’ creation that we were now experiencing. By now the clouds were thick and almost black with it’s surety of rain. This just added to the dramatic scene. We made the determination, we would come again with camera in hand.

We jumped back into the jeep as the rain started coming and headed around the lake.
At this time the mountains were no longer visible and eventually we headed into what looked like the outskirts of a town. "Where are we mom?", Daniel asked. “Probably just outside of Lehi, I believe”, was my confident reply. I knew we were eventually going to be somewhere in N. Utah County. As we passed one building Daniel said, “Mom, that building read 'Genola Water Works' ”. "WHaaaaaaaaaat?" "Are you sure Daniel? Do you remember turning left to go south rather than going right”?......................................

Without the aid of the mountains to give us some direction, I lost some of my confidence. Not that I didn’t know where Genola was geographically and I could get us home, but how on earth did we get here and which direction were we now headed? Driving on a well-kept road, we just kept going, but which way? Was I taking us further south, or maybe west toward, I don’t know, Eureka? Somewhere between the laughter and unsettling in our stomachs (maybe just mine), Daniel pointed to the navigation compass that comes standard in most vehicles (duh….). “We’re going south”?
What a relief....................more laughter.

With that enlightenment, we made our way through Genola, into Payson, then Salem, and finally home.

We laughed. What a great drive.

My Visit to Delta

Last weekend my inlaws were going to Delta for a wedding reception and wanted to know if we would come along. I was excited to go back to Delta cause I hadn't been back for a really long time. When we first drove into town all the good memories came flooding back. We went to the reception and I talked to a couple of little old ladies and asked if they knew any of my gramparents. They knew all of them. I loved chatting with them and hearing their stories of my sweet grammas. One of the ladies I talked to knew Gramma Leona really well and even was in a club with her and went to the ball games with her. She told me that she was one of those people that made everyone feel special. It was nice to hear that, because that is also how I have always felt about Gramma. I also heard how Gramma Moody was such a wonderful woman in the community. It was fun to go to Delta and remember the past and our sweet gramparents that have passed on. It made me miss them, but also just made me thankful to have had them in my life.

Someone get me out of here!!

I have tried twice to make a comment regarding another person's post, just to make a small comment, and I think I have been quite creative in my observations. HOWEVER!!!, when I try to post the comments, they disappear into netherworld and I am frustrated because all the energy went for naught but my own amusement. Would someone please let me know how to submit a comment to another person's post? There is a little drop down box that apparently I don't have a clue about which one I am supposed to select. Ah well.....I move forward....

I am sharing a FEAR story...although not my greatest fear....

I am newly in the post of librarian at my school. This summer I have been changing some things around in the library and my office in particular.

I listened to Ender's Game this summer while cleaning and re-arranging my office in the library.

I was moving from one room to another while cleaning and filing stuff. The narrator for Ender's was male at that point and so hearing the male voice was companionable as it was later in the day and I thought I was on my own. I had forgotten that earlier in the week I had requested the custodian to come drill a hole in the brick mortar for a picture to be hung.

As I moved from the brightly lit work room into a small, darkened connecting hall to the office, I walked smack into two men who were back-lit by the windows of the library, their faces in shadow, who were carrying weapons er, tools. I screamed a mighty scream and all three of us jumped back wards. The head custodian, after I quit screaming and he and his younger assistant quit laughing, said, "Didn't you hear us talking?" I had heard the male voices and just assumed it was part of the narration of Enders Game. I am sure it will be a while before the young kid looks at me without laughing. The lead custodian would hold it over my head.... but he jumped as far back and yelped as much as I did, so I think I'm safe from him.

I think this is Bob's fault. He used to scare me all the time! Myrna and Kris, it wasn't just you two he tormented. I have several tales to tell ( :