Tuesday, November 21, 2017

I may never leave my house again

Mahogany Ridge is our neighborhood.

Also in our neighborhood, we have two separate pie nights the week of Thanksgiving.  (Maybe that's why the cougar came?)

Last night at Pie Night I, someone wondered how the peacocks (that also roam the neighborhood) would fare with a cougar afoot.

It's a jungle out there.

(If I go silent the next few days on here, it's because I'll be busy + soaking up all the time with our kids I can.  I just didn't want you to think that I'd been attacked by a cougar.  Also, Happy Thanksgiving!)

Monday, November 20, 2017

Yin and yang

Saturday morning I woke up and saw this text from Adam on my phone:

He had talked about it the previous day.  He said there was a meteor shower that would peak at 2:00 AM.  I said I couldn't think of very many things I would be up for at 2:00 AM and stargazing was definitely not on the list.  Sounds cold.

I had no idea they had gone though because I was sound asleep.  Adam and Emma are night owls.  I don't know if they can stay up late because they have the ability to sleep in or they sleep in because they have the ability to stay up late.  Whichever talent they possess, our boys and I don't share it.  They both could sleep in a little as teenagers but they're up pretty early.

Saturday morning I also got an early phone call--in the 8:00 hour.  As I was going to find my phone, I thought, "It must be Braeden, no one else would call me this early."

And yes, it was Braeden.


Further proof of opposites attracting:

We are hosting Thanksgiving for the first time this year.  At last count in the ever changing guest list, we are having twelve people.  Mostly they are our kids' college friends but we've never met a few of them.  I am nothing if not a planner so I have been planning.  I assembled a binder (yes, with page protectors because anything with page protectors makes me happy).  I have a menu, shopping lists, timeline, recipes, plans, plans, plans.

Things ramp up this week and I have tasks to complete every day.  The biggest day will be Wednesday when I bake pies and rolls and set the tables and prep everything.

Last night, Adam and I were talking and he was asking when the kids get out of school.  No one has school on Wednesday.  When Adam realized that, he said, "Hey, maybe we should go to Great Basin National Park that day."

After a stunned silence I said, "Are you kidding me right now?"

"Oh, right.  Never mind."

I mean, hasn't he seen the binder?!?

Friday, November 17, 2017

Grateful Friday

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

Edgar Allen Poe

Yesterday was a gloomy day.  It started at 3:00 AM with insomnia and then a little more captured sleep to wake up with a headache.  Lovely.

The weather was overcast and gray.  It was altogether that sort of day.

I decided to light candles and play music.  I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom.  I vacuumed.  In the evening I turned on the lamps.

I started to feel better.  Light is what always makes me feel better.  Wiping the counters I thought about light.  And also Light.

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?  The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

Psalms 27:1

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Mind your towns that start with G

I did my student teaching in Goshen, UT.  Every morning that semester my friends Susan, Jana, Jen and I would drive there in Susan's black car.  Jen would always have a Diet Coke, Jana would have likable angst (it's a winning combination where some people can just shine) and Susan was just Susan.  She was VERY enthusiastic about everything and sometimes would take her hands off the wheel and clap them excitedly.  We had fun together.  They knew I was engaged to Adam before my roommates did.  Even though it was a drive and by the luck of the draw my classmates doing their student teaching in places like Provo didn't have to get up as early as we did, I liked Goshen.

There's a new young couple in our ward and they are on the committee to plan the Christmas party with us.  Adam, who is unfailingly good at making small talk with people, asked her, "Now are you from Goshen?"  (She had mentioned in a talk a few months ago where she was from.)

She scoffed and said no decidedly.  She seemed a little offended that anyone would even think she was from Goshen.  "I'm from Genola," she said.  It was like someone thought she was from Goshen and she was really from someplace like New York City.

Here's the thing about Genola (population 1484).  We used to drive through it on our way to Goshen (population 929) and I didn't even know there was such a place until Tabor told me he had to drop off some livestock in Genola and I said, "Where is that?"

Now I feel like I need to go to Genola again and see what all the fuss is about. Maybe it is THAT much better than Goshen.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017


Years ago I was the primary president in our ward.  At ward council, the bishop asked me what I thought about a Halloween carnival for the children as a ward activity.  I said, "I'm not a good person to ask because I don't like Halloween."

He said, "OK, you're in charge of it."

Wait, what?

Then I was YW president and had to go to camp even though I don't like camping.

Now this:  I don't really like ward Christmas parties.  (I know, I'm a terrible person.)  Adam and I were asked to be on the planning committee for our ward's Christmas party this year.

There is a pattern in my life.

So now, I'd just like to put it out there and make it be known.  I would hate new carpet.  I wouldn't like it if a mouse never came in my house again.  I don't like a clean kitchen or getting my oil changed.

Do you think it will work?  I'll let you know.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Family Home Evening

Last night for Family Home Evening, we decided to create a scene from the Book of Mormon out of legos.  We were thinking maybe we'd make a stop motion video.  We decided to recreate Lehi's dream.  We didn't have time to finish, but there will be other Mondays.

When you have a Mark, he's the builder. Adam and I were relegated to sorters.

See that little pile of green and brown legos?  I don't want to brag, but I did that.

While we were sorting, Mark started with making people.  He carefully selected faces for each person and asked our opinions on which face looked more like Lehi or Sam.  Even though Ishmael's family and Zoram aren't mentioned in the dream, Mark made them.  "I think they were there," he said.

And who's to argue with him?

Mark finished the tree and I thought we were done for the night but then he snapped together a rod of iron.

The kid is just good with legos.

There is Lehi, holding a piece of the fruit.

And the takeaway?

Don't be Laman and Lemuel:

Monday, November 13, 2017

Right where I want to be

Last Friday we had lunch with Olivia and Edgar and family.  It was fun.  I like those guys.  My favorite part of the meal was when Edgar asked me if I could keep Olivia quiet and I said I'd been trying for over 40 years to no avail.

Edgar doesn't always say a lot but when he does say stuff it often makes me laugh.  I can't imagine a better husband for Olivia.  (Or dad for those cute Cobian kids.)

We had dinner that night with my mom and Marianne and Liberty and Carolina.  I like those guys too.  They came to watch Emma's choir concert which was so nice of them.  We had tickets for Saturday night so we saw them before and after the concert.

In between, we went to the BYU Women's Basketball game to watch Paisley play.  I think it's the beginning of a new pastime!  Stephanie and Brent were there and I loved sitting next to Stephanie.  Old friends are the very best kind.  You pick up where you last left off and it feels wonderful.  Stephanie just gets me.  We saw Morgan, Emma's friend from Seattle Hill ward days.  She's in the BYU Cougar Band and was there with her trumpet.  We saw Jennie, Emma's friend from Everett 3rd ward days.  Being around all my Everett people makes me miss my old life.  Mark and Gavin were happy to see each other and started talking and continued the conversation they started when Mark was two and Gavin was four.  They are practically brothers.

We loved watching Paisley play!  I was remembering one day years ago when I was watching Paisley and Gavin.  We went to the little park in our neighborhood.  One of the swings was looped over the beam way up high and Paisley shimmied up the pole and grabbed the chain and swung it back over.  Her athleticism was sort of astounding and now she's a college basketball player.  And a pretty incredible one too.  The game was awesome!  With three minutes left BYU was 10 points behind.  They rallied and tied the game and it went into overtime.  (It was a lot for this drama/choir mama to handle.  I'm used to more sedate viewing experiences.)

BYU ended up winning!

The only sad part of this story is that I forgot my phone at home and so didn't take one picture.

Saturday we headed back to BYU to watch Emma's concert.  I cried for several of the songs because they were so beautiful.

And I cry easily OK?

As a bonus we could actually see Emma this time and didn't have to just take it on faith that she was up there.  I love watching her sing.  It's like the whole world has melted away and she just feels the music.

After, we met some of her friends...

...and saw Hayden Call who is from Washington and was in plays with Braeden at GPHS.  He's super talented and always has been.

We went to Wendy's because Mark is apparently in charge.  (He worked so hard to convince us to go there Braeden asked him if he had stock in Wendy's.)  We went to the Wendy's right by campus so it was full of college kids.  One boy didn't have a shirt on which seemed weird.  Isn't there a no shirt no shoes no service rule?  And also, November.  Braeden offered Mark $5 to go up to the guy and give him his flannel shirt that he was wearing over a t-shirt.  I said no.  Mark, ever the mercenary, asked Braeden if he'd give him $10.  "Yes," Braeden said, "Right now, do it."

 Mark asked Adam if he'd match it.  Adam said he would.

"No!" I said.  For one thing I don't like to draw attention to myself (I am pretty much in the wrong family), and for another thing I didn't want Mark to give away his shirt.

"Adam, no," I said again.

Mark said, "Dad, I don't think Braeden and I are getting any more mature.  I think we make you less mature."

Emma said, "That is SO true."

We ate and laughed and did draw attention to us whether I liked it or not.

When we dropped Emma off, I walked up to her dorm with her to help her carry stuff.  When I got back to the car, the boys in the backseat were laughing so hard they were practically hyperventilating.

We dropped Braeden off next and I realized something.  I miss our friends and family in Washington. I do.  I miss who I was there and I just miss the history.  I don't have friends like that here, at least not yet.  But going to BYU and being uplifted by all the goodness there, watching Emma perform, hearing our children laugh together and spending time with our college kids is a blessing.

I'm right where I want to be.


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