Weekend

 Friday night we had dinner (Greek) with the Porters and then went to Jersey Boys at The Ruth.  It was so fun!  We loved the show.  At the intermission, Nola was googling about their lives and Dave said, "Don't tell me!"

We were invested.

I have reached a new level.  I remember my grandma used to have a refrigerator of restaurant leftovers.  I took a little cooler with us Friday night because I knew I would have leftovers from dinner and Dave and Nola put their leftovers in the cooler too and we are well on our way to being senior citizens.

Next I need a drawer of folded up aluminum foil.

Saturday was busy!  In addition to our already pretty full Saturday, we moved Mark.

It could have been a lot harder and I was trying to mentally brace for that, but he was completely ready.  He had even loaded 90% of his stuff--what would fit in his car.  He and Adam carried the last heavy things and I carried his computer monitor and record player to the back seat of our car for safe keeping.  We went to lunch and standing on the street outside the restaurant, I probably made 10 phone calls to pharmacies looking for diabetic sensors.  They are in short supply.  Adam was making calls too.  They would tell him no, but they would tell me that they didn't have any according to their computer, but they would go check the shelf.

I told Adam it was because I told them it was for my son.

People will often try to help a mother.  That's science. 

I finally found some!  I said, "You're the Walmart pharmacy in Orem right?"

I had called so many, I had lost track.

I helped Mark get settled a bit, but he was mostly doing it himself.  He was determined.  He was emptying out old drawers and bins of childhood treasures.  I am not opposed to any of that.

Adam and I went back to the pharmacy later and we also went to Hobby Lobby because I wanted to get some decorations for Lili's bridal shower in Nevada next weekend.

I had bought some bunting from Amazon and I took it to color match.  I had the idea to get similarly colored cheesecloth to run the length of the tables.  

They were out of the colors I was looking for.

There was this weirdly shimmery burlap (don't ask me--it had a strip of shiny plastic woven into it) that was dyed different colors, but I wasn't looking for shimmery.

I opened the package of bunting that I brought to get a better look at the colors and a Hobby Lobby employee said in a disgruntled voice, "Can I help you?"

I said I was fine.

She said, "Well, you opened a package and I would like to know what you are doing."

I explained that it was my package I had brought.  She hovered very close to me, suspicious, so I decided to ask her advice.  

Let's just say she didn't share my vision.

I thanked her for her help and went to look at the fabric.

I ended up with some tulle.  I took it to the fabric cutter and she started to unwrap it to measure and I said, "Wait, I'm going to get a different color."

I got a darker color and had her cut twelve yards (because I didn't know how much I would need and I would rather have too much than too little).

I was buying everything (I also got a dozen small vases) when Adam came inside.  He had sat in the car answering email.  I think he was afraid the craft store had swallowed me.

"I thought you'd be a few minutes," he said.

I explained to him how I take my role as the person in charge of decorating very seriously.

We went to Trader Joe's even though we were tired of shopping and it was nearing 7:00 and we hadn't had dinner.  

When we would ask each other why we were going to Trader Joe's.  Do we really need anything?  We'd remember the green beans.  We had purchased some there the previous week and they were really good.

Winco doesn't have great produce.

Sunday afternoon we went on a reconnaissance mission to the cemeteries in the Salt Lake valley where our ancestors are buried.  We know the ones we always visit on Memorial Day, but there are more.  I'm not adding in aunts and uncles (I am related to 72 people in the West Jordan cemetery alone!), but just focusing on direct ancestors.  That limits West Jordan to 15-16 I think.

We met Emma at Murray Cemetery.  We found some graves there of people we are descended from that we never had visited before.  It took awhile and we wanted to go to West Jordan.  We all didn't want to leave without going to my grandma's grave, but it was on the other side of the cemetery and we'll see it in a few weeks, so we headed to West Jordan.

Adam and I went to Maverik to use the bathroom so I texted this to Emma and Mark and told them to try to find John and Matilda:

They very quickly sent us this:

They were good assets for the trip.  Mark downloaded maps of the cemeteries on his phone and he and Adam figured out the grid.  Emma made up stories and puns about names she saw on headstones.  When we were looking for Walter Atwood, I told them he was the father of Ida Amanda who died of dropsy aka Type 1 diabetes.  Emma started calling him the Dropsy Popsy.

We found everyone we were looking for (except one 4th great grandpa I forgot in Murray--we'll find him on Memorial Day).

Back in the car, Braeden called us on FaceTime.  He said QE was having a "fractious" day and they thought maybe talking to us would help.  I asked her if she wanted a story.  She did.  And she wanted her dad to leave and close the door.

I told her The Three Pigs and Adam told her The Three Pumpkins, which was a story he just invented.

He told her it was true because one of the pumpkins, Roger, had told it to him.

It was a good weekend.

I had a dream last night that we were all on a field trip to Disneyland.  We didn't have enough chaperones and were losing kids right and left.  Also, the kindergarten classes were there and they had subs.  I like going to Disneyland, but I was very glad that was only a dream.  There are three weeks of school left.  I think my subconscious mind understands.