Hello Everyone,I have been trying all afternoon to solve a puzzle. About May, I found a great cross-stitch kit that I thought would be a perfect birthday gift for Aunt Joan. I worked on the project all during my stay at Marie's and most of May and June and finally finished it. I've spent almost three weeks now, trying to find a way to adequately display the crazy thing!! It's an awkward size, and most of my ideas just haven't worked!! I've even enlisted Dad in my project. Many of you may not know, but your father is quite an artist. He has a real eye for design and excellent suggestions, but....in this instance, nothing has worked. I tell you all this because I intend to put what I've done into a box and send it to Aunt Joan and MOVE ON. Well, truth be told, I'm going to try one more idea, and, if that doesn't work, I'll move on. This experience has had me thinking, once again, about the fact that sometimes, in our every day life, we simply must pull ourselves out of our ruts of guilt, anger, frustration, and ineffective thinking, forgive ourselves and others if necessary, and move on.
Life has been pretty quiet since our company left. I've found a few hilarious souvenirs from our latest company: the big stuffed dog lassoed by one of my big quilting hoops by two little big-eyed cowboys, and Molly Bear and Elder What's-his-name's bear sitting in the living room where they were rescued by my heroic little fi-o-men. We're making plans for the coming school year for our Institute class. I'm still working on quilts and starting to plan Christmas gifts. Dad's working on the rock wall and beginning the fall weeding, etc. The many pictures of the back-to-schoolers is a reminder of the not-so-long ago days when it was the parents of this batch who were begging for Swatch watches, Silver tab jeans, a certain notebook and wondering which friend would be in their class!! I always think of Tommy who got a pink slip on the first day of kindergarten. He saw a large light bulb laying on the top of a garbage can heap and smashed it on the wall to see why it rattled. He came home very excitedly saying, "And if I get another pink slip tomorrow, I get to go see the principal. Mom, do I know the principal?" You guessed it. He figured out a way to get to see the principal!! Mark began his first day in WS schools in 100 degree weather wearing a leather fringed western jacket and cowboy boots!! Being an outsider with a "funny way of talking," Mark suffered the indignity of having the tires let out on his bike by a group of hooligans who later became some of his best buddies. Darla and Jothan played follow the leader and jumped, hopped, marched, and played their first day and were, consequently, late for their first day of kindergarten. I must confess that I get a lumpy throat and make a run by the schools on the first day.
There's a big wildfire up around Mosier. It's always dramatic to see the airplanes dipping their huge buckets into the Columbia to put out fires. Our neighbor told us that the hills around Mosier are aglow all evening. We pray for the firefighters and for those whose homes are threatened.
(These pictures were taken at the Lyle rest area.)
(These pictures were taken at the Lyle rest area.)Please, Everyone, keep yourselves well. Not only physically but spiritually and emotionally as well.
Isn't it strange how princes and kings,and clowns that caper in sawdust rings,and common people, like you and me,are builders for eternity?Each is given a list of rules;a shapeless mass; a bag of tools.And each must fashion, ere life is flown,A stumbling block, or a Stepping-Stone.by R. Lee Sharpe
