Friday - April 23, 2009
Mar and Brenda's plane landed in Salt Lake City at 7:00 AM - that is 44 minutes early.
Lar had flown to Salt Lake on Thursday so he could meet them. He got a car and drove to Melanie and Grandma's in Ogden, helped then with yard work, then went to dinner with them and Emy and Rick. Then he spent the night at Melanie's. His task was to meet their plane and drive them to Logan and then drive mar home. Oh, thank heavens he told Mar that plan. With them arriving 44 minutes early, he would have missed them, they would have just picked up the car and left - stranding him at the Salt Lake City airport.
But it all worked out well. Neither Mar nor Brenda had slept well - or much - on the plane. Still they talked nonstop all the way to Logan. There we stopped and had all their pictures downloaded to CDs so they could each have copies of all of them.
Mar's exciting adventure cam to a close as we said farewell to Logan and drove back to home. Well, I drove back to home. Mar finally caught up on a lot of sleep that she missed last night - and the rest of the week. This was an experience she will remember for a long time to come.
And I grin just thinking about how happy she and Brenda were - are.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Travels - Mar in Maui
Thursday - April 23, 2009
A quick report - I am sure pictures will follow.
The weather was a little unsettled. Still they decided to get up and drive "the road to Hana". This is a winding beautiful road past waterfalls and through the area that gets the second most rainfall in the nation - only surpassed by an area on another of the Hawaiian Islands.
It was a great drive - but it started to rain - and the waterfalls got a little more waterfally - and then they started to turn brown - and then there were areas where they started to run over the road. Sounds scary.
Throw in the fact that they had to get back in time - to catch the shuttle to the airport to fly home.
It was great. They would stop to take a picture and have to decide whose turn it was to get out in the rain and take it.
Yea, they made it back. Yea, they caught the shuttle. Yep, they got on the plane and started home - at 10:00 PM. Yowseer - hthat makes it an all night flight.
They had a blast.
A quick report - I am sure pictures will follow.
The weather was a little unsettled. Still they decided to get up and drive "the road to Hana". This is a winding beautiful road past waterfalls and through the area that gets the second most rainfall in the nation - only surpassed by an area on another of the Hawaiian Islands.
It was a great drive - but it started to rain - and the waterfalls got a little more waterfally - and then they started to turn brown - and then there were areas where they started to run over the road. Sounds scary.
Throw in the fact that they had to get back in time - to catch the shuttle to the airport to fly home.
It was great. They would stop to take a picture and have to decide whose turn it was to get out in the rain and take it.
Yea, they made it back. Yea, they caught the shuttle. Yep, they got on the plane and started home - at 10:00 PM. Yowseer - hthat makes it an all night flight.
They had a blast.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Travels - Mar in Maui
Wednesday - April 22, 2009
Short phone report:
They are still having a great time.
Short phone report:
- They rented a car to go for a drive. "Oh, don't go on this road," they were told. Well, they got a little lost and ended up on that road. Cliffs and ocean views. It was beautiful.
- Mar sat on her balcony and little birds came to keep her company.
- In the evening - it was luau time.
They are still having a great time.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Travels - Mar in Maui
Tuesday - April 21, 2009
Another telephone report.
Brenda and Mar are having sooooo much fun.
Another telephone report.
- We went on a whale watching cruise.
- We saw hump back whales.
- We had snorkeling lessons.
- We went on a catamaran to go snorkeling.
- I snorkeled in the ocean.
- We saw coral and thousands of fish.
- We saw sea turtles and the little fishes that clean their shells.
- I was the last one out of the water and I looked down and saw a manta ray right under me that was 12 feet across - as big as our living room - it was sooooooo cool.
- I have to go shower and get the salt off so we can go on the Sugar Cane Express trolley.
Brenda and Mar are having sooooo much fun.
Travels - Mar in Maui
Monday - April 20, 2009
This is only a phone report.
Mar and Brenda are having a great time.
This is only a phone report.
- We laid out by the pool.
- We swam in the pool.
- We went shopping.
- We walked on the beach and collected shells.
- We swam in the ocean.
- We swam in the grotto.
- I have to go shower the salt off now because we are going to watch cliff divers.
Mar and Brenda are having a great time.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Travels - Mar in Maui
Sunday - April 19, 2009 
Yes, it is true. Mar is in Maui.
Brenda won a trip to Maui from her company - and she didn't want to go alone. So we made arrangements so Mar could go with her.
Yesterday, Mar drove over treacherous Wyoming highways just to get to Logan. That is the jumping off point of their journey. He mom went back with her through encounters with snow, sleat, hail, rain, ice, winds - oh and sunshine. It was a hard trip - but necessary. Because . . .
This morning she and Brenda drove to Salt Lake to board a plane for a 7 hour trip to Maui. They landed in Lahaina at a little after 2:30 and were picked up by a van to take them to their hotel. Yes, they did get a lei as they left the plane. They walked on the beach. They started a shell and stone and plant pod collection. They look out one window and see the beach. They look out another window and there was an old cemetary which they went and visited. It was a Japanese cemetary for workers in the pineapple fields. Yes - very old. They open their windows and hear the conch shells blowing at a funeral. They also hear the wild drums from a luau.
They are having a wonderful time. I expect them to come back exhausted.
Mar asked me to post some pictures of her hotel - the Hyatt Regency Lahaina. She says she is not roughing it.
Don't Call Me Babe
(Note to my fans:
I wrote this a number of years ago. It is a "remembrance", so it is only as true as my recollection makes it. Enjoy - or not - it is up to you.)
Don’t Call Me Babe
The time is 1962, early May. The place is Ft. Collins, Colorado. The city had just inaugurated little league baseball. I really wanted to play and so did my older brother, Mike, so we went to the spring tryouts. It was hard for me because I was only ten and that was the minimum age for baseball that year. Yes I was going to be one of the young-uns with great hopes for the future. But the real reason it was hard for me was that I wasn’t very good. I couldn’t catch. I couldn’t throw. I was afraid of the ball so I really couldn’t bat. The good thing about little league baseball was that you never got told what order you were chosen. Everybody got on a team, but, unlike school, you didn’t have to wait by the wall while everyone got picked for a team before you. That was why Mike and I were both real excited when my dad came home and told us we had both been drafted by the same team. It was the team sponsored by Dad’s work - Forney Industries. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how we got on that team. But still, we were excited.
The Forney Industries team was a “minor league” team. That is where the 10 and 11 year olds played while they got ready for “the majors.” My Dad had also joined Little League as the manager of one of the major league teams - the Reds. His coach was Jerry Wilson, a young man who rented a room in our basement. That first year, they held a “special draft”. It was a time when each of the minor league teams was supposed to send two of their best players for a tryout and see if any of the major league teams wanted to give them an early promotion. I was a little surprised when my dad told me that both Mike and I were supposed to go to that tryout. After all, I really wasn’t very good. Actually, I was really awful. I remember two things about that tryout. I had a set of large blisters on the back of my hand, and while doing a sliding drill, I tore one of them completely off. I also remember a pitching drill where we were aiming at a strike zone square made out of crossed ropes. I was surprisingly accurate, but there wasn’t any speed. The other thing I remember was Dad coming home after the “special draft” meeting and announcing that the Reds had picked up a couple of bush leaguers. It turned out that was Mike and I. So that is how I became the worst player in the Ft. Collins Little League - Major Leagues.
I suffered greatly for my father's desire to have his sons on his team. Oh, it was great being a major leaguer because we had real uniforms with socks and pants and shirts, instead of the simple T-Shirts the minor leagues wore. But I really didn’t belong. And to make it worse, my dad had to play me. The rule was that every player on the team had to play at least two innings of every game. I was delegated to right field, because most of the boys batted right-handed and none of them knew how to pull the ball to right. The hope was that I would never have to field a ball, because it was a sure hit for the opposition. I also was put in whenever there was little chance for me having to come up to bat. I was just an out. It was mortifying. I hoped for rainouts.
The first year passed. The Reds ended with a record of 2 wins and 12 losses. We called it a building year. I knew that the team wished I wasn’t there.
Season two started. I may have been a little bit better, but I was still the worst on the team and maybe in the whole league. I tried hard and eventually found something that I was really good at. I could bunt. Every time I went up to bat, I would ask my dad if I could bunt. It lead to my one moment of glory in little league.
There was just one moment amidst a sea of mediocrity, at best. I don’t remember who we were playing. I just remember that I had to bat, so I turned to my dad and said, “Can I bunt?” He told me yes, so I went to face a little league pitcher with nothing on my mind but trying to not get hit by a pitch, which would surely make me cry and increase my shame. My hope was in laying down a good bunt and then getting thrown out at first base. I did just that, as far as laying down a good bunt went, but when they threw me out at first base, they didn’t. The ball sailed over the first baseman’s head and on to the fence. I took off for second on the error. The other team decided to try to get me out at second, and again the throw was wild, and I found myself heading for third on another error. One more try to get me at third, and one more bad throw and a ball going to the fence. I ran on home with a bunt home run. I was excited. The team was excited. We won the game, not necessarily because of my run. I got my name in the newspaper. Anyway, I think I did. Dad read it to me along with the report they put in weekly on the little league. Deep down I think Dad might have just read my name into the report. I never saw it myself, but generally you don’t get credit for a home run based on a good bunt and 3 errors.
The Reds themselves had two really glory games that year. One was a rainy afternoon. We met at the ball diamonds and were sure that we were going to be rained out. All of the other team's games were called fairly quickly, but Dad and the other coach were friends, so we waited a while. The rain stopped and the sun tried to peak out. They decided to play our game. What made it a great game? All of the players from the other called games stood around and watched us play. It was a well played game. For me that meant that no one hit it to right field and I didn’t have to bat. The Reds won. We felt great.
Our other glory game was the next to last game of the season. We had to play the Braves. They had Edling, the fastest pitcher in the minor leagues. They also had the best batter (but I don’t remember his name.) Their coach, Joe Maple had a pretty big bet out that the Braves would go through the season undefeated. Dad and Joe Maple didn’t like each other. Our Reds were in second place. We had only lost two games. I guess in the final evaluation, it may be said that the Reds took every advantage that day. Edling was at a funeral. And their top batter had broken his arm, but he still hit a home run. We beat the Braves that day to ruin their perfect season. Dad was very happy to be the one to make Joe Maple lose his bet.
That season the Reds came in second, and we were the only team to beat the Braves. My dad kept every game ball from those victories and wrote the score of the game on them and displayed them on the mantle. Over the years, those balls all disappeared as Mike and I would lose one and need to get another to play catch.
The next season, Dad lost his managing position to Ray Montoya because Ray was a member of the Kiwanis (and probably because Dad beat Joe Maple). Dad went to manage a minor league team that Terry, my younger brother was on. Mike and I continued with the Reds. We were again a horrible team and again lost all but two games. Mike made the All Star team as a second baseman. I still played right field.
I played one more year, still for Ray Montoya on the Reds. Mike was moved on to a Pony League. He had outgrown the little leagues. The Reds did okay that year. I had gotten respectable. I got to play center field a couple of times because there were kids on the team worse that me. If I remember correctly they we Mr. Montoya’s kids. It’s hard being the manager’s son so you have to be hurried through you baseball development. I knew what it was like. I felt compassion, but still, it did allow me to play center field.
I wrote this a number of years ago. It is a "remembrance", so it is only as true as my recollection makes it. Enjoy - or not - it is up to you.)
Don’t Call Me Babe
The time is 1962, early May. The place is Ft. Collins, Colorado. The city had just inaugurated little league baseball. I really wanted to play and so did my older brother, Mike, so we went to the spring tryouts. It was hard for me because I was only ten and that was the minimum age for baseball that year. Yes I was going to be one of the young-uns with great hopes for the future. But the real reason it was hard for me was that I wasn’t very good. I couldn’t catch. I couldn’t throw. I was afraid of the ball so I really couldn’t bat. The good thing about little league baseball was that you never got told what order you were chosen. Everybody got on a team, but, unlike school, you didn’t have to wait by the wall while everyone got picked for a team before you. That was why Mike and I were both real excited when my dad came home and told us we had both been drafted by the same team. It was the team sponsored by Dad’s work - Forney Industries. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how we got on that team. But still, we were excited.
The Forney Industries team was a “minor league” team. That is where the 10 and 11 year olds played while they got ready for “the majors.” My Dad had also joined Little League as the manager of one of the major league teams - the Reds. His coach was Jerry Wilson, a young man who rented a room in our basement. That first year, they held a “special draft”. It was a time when each of the minor league teams was supposed to send two of their best players for a tryout and see if any of the major league teams wanted to give them an early promotion. I was a little surprised when my dad told me that both Mike and I were supposed to go to that tryout. After all, I really wasn’t very good. Actually, I was really awful. I remember two things about that tryout. I had a set of large blisters on the back of my hand, and while doing a sliding drill, I tore one of them completely off. I also remember a pitching drill where we were aiming at a strike zone square made out of crossed ropes. I was surprisingly accurate, but there wasn’t any speed. The other thing I remember was Dad coming home after the “special draft” meeting and announcing that the Reds had picked up a couple of bush leaguers. It turned out that was Mike and I. So that is how I became the worst player in the Ft. Collins Little League - Major Leagues.
I suffered greatly for my father's desire to have his sons on his team. Oh, it was great being a major leaguer because we had real uniforms with socks and pants and shirts, instead of the simple T-Shirts the minor leagues wore. But I really didn’t belong. And to make it worse, my dad had to play me. The rule was that every player on the team had to play at least two innings of every game. I was delegated to right field, because most of the boys batted right-handed and none of them knew how to pull the ball to right. The hope was that I would never have to field a ball, because it was a sure hit for the opposition. I also was put in whenever there was little chance for me having to come up to bat. I was just an out. It was mortifying. I hoped for rainouts.
The first year passed. The Reds ended with a record of 2 wins and 12 losses. We called it a building year. I knew that the team wished I wasn’t there.
Season two started. I may have been a little bit better, but I was still the worst on the team and maybe in the whole league. I tried hard and eventually found something that I was really good at. I could bunt. Every time I went up to bat, I would ask my dad if I could bunt. It lead to my one moment of glory in little league.
There was just one moment amidst a sea of mediocrity, at best. I don’t remember who we were playing. I just remember that I had to bat, so I turned to my dad and said, “Can I bunt?” He told me yes, so I went to face a little league pitcher with nothing on my mind but trying to not get hit by a pitch, which would surely make me cry and increase my shame. My hope was in laying down a good bunt and then getting thrown out at first base. I did just that, as far as laying down a good bunt went, but when they threw me out at first base, they didn’t. The ball sailed over the first baseman’s head and on to the fence. I took off for second on the error. The other team decided to try to get me out at second, and again the throw was wild, and I found myself heading for third on another error. One more try to get me at third, and one more bad throw and a ball going to the fence. I ran on home with a bunt home run. I was excited. The team was excited. We won the game, not necessarily because of my run. I got my name in the newspaper. Anyway, I think I did. Dad read it to me along with the report they put in weekly on the little league. Deep down I think Dad might have just read my name into the report. I never saw it myself, but generally you don’t get credit for a home run based on a good bunt and 3 errors.
The Reds themselves had two really glory games that year. One was a rainy afternoon. We met at the ball diamonds and were sure that we were going to be rained out. All of the other team's games were called fairly quickly, but Dad and the other coach were friends, so we waited a while. The rain stopped and the sun tried to peak out. They decided to play our game. What made it a great game? All of the players from the other called games stood around and watched us play. It was a well played game. For me that meant that no one hit it to right field and I didn’t have to bat. The Reds won. We felt great.
Our other glory game was the next to last game of the season. We had to play the Braves. They had Edling, the fastest pitcher in the minor leagues. They also had the best batter (but I don’t remember his name.) Their coach, Joe Maple had a pretty big bet out that the Braves would go through the season undefeated. Dad and Joe Maple didn’t like each other. Our Reds were in second place. We had only lost two games. I guess in the final evaluation, it may be said that the Reds took every advantage that day. Edling was at a funeral. And their top batter had broken his arm, but he still hit a home run. We beat the Braves that day to ruin their perfect season. Dad was very happy to be the one to make Joe Maple lose his bet.
That season the Reds came in second, and we were the only team to beat the Braves. My dad kept every game ball from those victories and wrote the score of the game on them and displayed them on the mantle. Over the years, those balls all disappeared as Mike and I would lose one and need to get another to play catch.
The next season, Dad lost his managing position to Ray Montoya because Ray was a member of the Kiwanis (and probably because Dad beat Joe Maple). Dad went to manage a minor league team that Terry, my younger brother was on. Mike and I continued with the Reds. We were again a horrible team and again lost all but two games. Mike made the All Star team as a second baseman. I still played right field.
I played one more year, still for Ray Montoya on the Reds. Mike was moved on to a Pony League. He had outgrown the little leagues. The Reds did okay that year. I had gotten respectable. I got to play center field a couple of times because there were kids on the team worse that me. If I remember correctly they we Mr. Montoya’s kids. It’s hard being the manager’s son so you have to be hurried through you baseball development. I knew what it was like. I felt compassion, but still, it did allow me to play center field.
The Storm
April 16-18, 2009
So how much credence do you put in the weather media? Answer - it depends on where you live.
This last three days, our area was supposed to have a killer spring storm. Predictions were for 10-20 inches of snow. So how did this storm turn out.
In our area - well let's just say I never used my snow shovel. Nope, not one inch. It did "snow" a little, but it was never cold enough to really stick. But that was just here.
We tried to drive south for an event. Three miles out of town, there was a slick bit of slush on the road. Six miles south, the road was definitely slushed. Go another three miles and the road was covered and there was 3 to 4 inches of snow. And in twelve miles, the road was the forecast mess with about eight inches of snow on the ground. On an overpass there were six - yes six buses stuck and the highway patrol finally just gave up and diverted us all off the road. So we went back home and - follow the above pattern backwards and when we get back home, a light rain.
We did get a lot of moisture, and surrounding areas did get snow. The mountains look like they are in mid-January form. One stretch of interstate up north was closed for three days.
So you see, how you take the weather forecast depends on where you live. We just live in a perfect area - at least for this storm.
This would have been a very pleasant rain storm if Mar hadn't of had to make one of those inevitable trips to Utah. She made it fine, but again we tracked when would be good - and then sent her on her way. She made it pretty well.
So how much credence do you put in the weather media? Answer - it depends on where you live.
This last three days, our area was supposed to have a killer spring storm. Predictions were for 10-20 inches of snow. So how did this storm turn out.
In our area - well let's just say I never used my snow shovel. Nope, not one inch. It did "snow" a little, but it was never cold enough to really stick. But that was just here.
We tried to drive south for an event. Three miles out of town, there was a slick bit of slush on the road. Six miles south, the road was definitely slushed. Go another three miles and the road was covered and there was 3 to 4 inches of snow. And in twelve miles, the road was the forecast mess with about eight inches of snow on the ground. On an overpass there were six - yes six buses stuck and the highway patrol finally just gave up and diverted us all off the road. So we went back home and - follow the above pattern backwards and when we get back home, a light rain.
We did get a lot of moisture, and surrounding areas did get snow. The mountains look like they are in mid-January form. One stretch of interstate up north was closed for three days.
So you see, how you take the weather forecast depends on where you live. We just live in a perfect area - at least for this storm.
This would have been a very pleasant rain storm if Mar hadn't of had to make one of those inevitable trips to Utah. She made it fine, but again we tracked when would be good - and then sent her on her way. She made it pretty well.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Reading List
April 6, 2009
Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton
This was an easy book to read. The premise is that an Arab emissary sort of gets kidnapped into an adventure with some Vikings - as told from the view point of the Arab. It is easy to read and fairly enjoyable.
In fact, the first three chapters are fairly factual, an account as written by the Arab in question from an ancient text. After that, Crichton takes the story as a first had account of what could have been the Beowulf epic from an outsiders point of view. An interesting premise. I liked it and it read fast. No it is not one of the 501 list.
Reading List 2009
4/6 - Eaters of the Dead - Michael Crichton
4/4 - Mexico - James A Michener
3/6 - The House of Mirth - Edith Wharton
2/16 - The Wonderful Wizard of OZ - L. Frank Baum
2/11 - The Last Lecture - Randy Pausch
2/9 - Peter Pan - J.M. Barrie
2/1 - Next - Michael Crichton
Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton
This was an easy book to read. The premise is that an Arab emissary sort of gets kidnapped into an adventure with some Vikings - as told from the view point of the Arab. It is easy to read and fairly enjoyable.
In fact, the first three chapters are fairly factual, an account as written by the Arab in question from an ancient text. After that, Crichton takes the story as a first had account of what could have been the Beowulf epic from an outsiders point of view. An interesting premise. I liked it and it read fast. No it is not one of the 501 list.
Reading List 2009
4/6 - Eaters of the Dead - Michael Crichton
4/4 - Mexico - James A Michener
3/6 - The House of Mirth - Edith Wharton
2/16 - The Wonderful Wizard of OZ - L. Frank Baum
2/11 - The Last Lecture - Randy Pausch
2/9 - Peter Pan - J.M. Barrie
2/1 - Next - Michael Crichton
Monday, April 6, 2009
NCLEX
Last Thursday, Mar took the National Nursing Licensure Test – NCLEX. She said it was Wretched. She said it was worse than Wretched.
Today she got the results.
Yes – Yes – Yes
She passed.
This opens up new and vast horizons – of course it is foggy so we can see what they are yet.
Today she got the results.
Yes – Yes – Yes
She passed.
This opens up new and vast horizons – of course it is foggy so we can see what they are yet.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Reading List
April 4, 2009
3/6 - The House of Mirth - Edith Wharton
2/16 - The Wonderful Wizard of OZ - L. Frank Baum
2/11 - The Last Lecture - Randy Pausch
2/9 - Peter Pan - J.M. Barrie
2/1 - Next - Michael Crichton
Mexico by James A. Michener
I have always like Michener books. They are long but the history and research in them really enthrall me. I must say this one is not my favorite. I felt the character wasn't strong enough. It wasn't until half way through the book that I realized he was trying to use the story for the main character to come to grips with his life and what he wanted to do. I also got the feeling he was competing a little bit with Hemingway in this one - however that was probably just me. Still, I liked the book.
It is long. It is very Micheneress. Give it a 3 of 5.
And no, it is not in the 501 must read list.
Reading List 2009
4/4 - Mexico - James A Michener
3/6 - The House of Mirth - Edith Wharton
2/16 - The Wonderful Wizard of OZ - L. Frank Baum
2/11 - The Last Lecture - Randy Pausch
2/9 - Peter Pan - J.M. Barrie
2/1 - Next - Michael Crichton
Travels - Lar in San Jose
March 30 - April 4, 2009
Just when Mar got home - Lar left.
This time it was just for work - and just to San Jose. Was there anything special to report.
On Tuesday I went to the Oakland Temple. It was good traffic and a good session and then good traffic. Yea, that was noteworthy.
On Thursday I used my GPS to take me the 615 Albion Court, our home for 1 1/2 years. It still looks the same, except the magnolia tree is gone from the front. That is the home where Michael was born during an earthquake. That is where we had the lame pet bunny and a pet turtle. It was the site of two Erica education experiments - busing and bilingual - neither of which was too successful. Our ward was a designated sign language ward. Andrea started seminary and Mat became a deacon there. Erica had a pet rat - Frankie - who was mean to all but her. Aaron touched a dead fishes eye - dared to by Crazy Stan. Breanne just danced and was happy. It was there I started unloading the dishwasher and making lunches for the kids. And of course there was Dar. Mar said she liked that house. I remember it as a hard time with a long commute. But yes, we did like it there, but we would never have gotten our own house in San Jose. So in honor of that house - here is an Easter picture of the kids at that time of our lives.
Otherwise, not an exciting trip. Just work.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Travels - Mar in Utah
March 24 - 28, 2009
Margaret continued being a wanderer after our return home. She went to Utah for the purpose of getting her mother and bringing her back for a visit. It really wasn't as easy a trip as one might believe.
First of all, she drove the whole way over - by herself. It is a long and boorriinngg trip.
But more importantly there was the weather. On Monday the 23rd, there was a blizzard raging in southern Wyoming. We kept a watch on that and it looked like there was a possible window of opportunity. She left at 9:00 in the morning on Tuesday which allowed her to make the drive in the daylight. Some of the roads were a little icy, but she didn't see any precipitation snow until she got to Cache Valley. Not a bad plan. She stayed there until Saturday because another blizzard moved in and Saturday was her next clear opportunity to come home.
Mar's time in Utah was spent serving and helping her family. Her mom needed to go shopping so Mar took her. Her sister needed to look for a new car so Mar went with her. She did spend the evenings with her family talking and enjoying.
All the same, I'm glad she came home. Yes we were both home at last again on Saturday night - and I don't have to leave again until - Monday.
Margaret continued being a wanderer after our return home. She went to Utah for the purpose of getting her mother and bringing her back for a visit. It really wasn't as easy a trip as one might believe.
First of all, she drove the whole way over - by herself. It is a long and boorriinngg trip.
But more importantly there was the weather. On Monday the 23rd, there was a blizzard raging in southern Wyoming. We kept a watch on that and it looked like there was a possible window of opportunity. She left at 9:00 in the morning on Tuesday which allowed her to make the drive in the daylight. Some of the roads were a little icy, but she didn't see any precipitation snow until she got to Cache Valley. Not a bad plan. She stayed there until Saturday because another blizzard moved in and Saturday was her next clear opportunity to come home.
Mar's time in Utah was spent serving and helping her family. Her mom needed to go shopping so Mar took her. Her sister needed to look for a new car so Mar went with her. She did spend the evenings with her family talking and enjoying.
All the same, I'm glad she came home. Yes we were both home at last again on Saturday night - and I don't have to leave again until - Monday.
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