Grandson Vale, now 14, moved in to the spare bedroom downstairs. All memories of our "little" grandson were banished when this fourteen year old eighth grader walked off the plane. Suddenly, we're once again parents...demanding homework be done, supporting Scouts, PTO, and trying to understand video games, youtube, iPhones, et all.
Tom's energy has gone into a complete overhaul of the exterior of the house, all new siding and a new paint job, done solely by Tom. The new exterior also includes two beautifully finished decks, a fully enclosed back porch/workshop, and a gazebo which matches the house. In addition, we now have a neat little downstairs kitchen area.
have been sewing. Totes, an apron and a bag for a silent auction, and Welcome bags for new sisters moving into our ward. Today I was proudly shown one the green bags by a sweet little girl who told me it's her special bag for her scriptures.
I survived being mc for our fiftieth class reunion. A fun evening. When you're our age, all the pretense is gone. You no longer care who's gone bald or fat or had five marriages, and you really don't remember or care about the glory days of high school. Mostly you mourn the loss of those who've died, pass around pictures of grandchildren, hobbies, travel pictures, and wonder that you are one of the survivors.
Astro has found a love
ly little girlfriend whom we call Daisy, since we don't really know her name. Daisy lives across the street but thinks she lives here, since she knows how to get our front door open, where to find the dog food dishes, and all about the dust bunnies under our bed!!The frost is on the pumpkin now. Vale seems to be making his adjustment to a smaller school, the tremendous amount of homework he seems to have, scripture study, family prayer, new friends, school dances, etc., etc. Tom is laying in our supply of wood for the winter and planning an indoor project of finishing his personal history and doing research on some family names. I am musing over this little gem which I found on a quilting blog:
First quilter: "Are you busy making Christmas gifts? What are you making? How long 'til Christmas you ask? 77 days 14 hours. 44 minutes."
Second quilter: "I'm making a noose and hanging myself. I'll never get everything done in 77 days."
We love you all and are looking forward to Thanksgiving this year and our summer reunion with family. I'll try to keep up my blog better than I have and not lose any more months. Love from here. Mom
Some people change their ways when they feel the light. Others when they feel the heat.
