Sunday, September 1, 2013

Life in Our World - End of Summer Review

Ande, Joe, and Zeph

Joe and Chewie asleep in the cab of the moving truck.

They’ve moved.

Far, far, far away to the other side of the country.

Calvin and I will miss them terribly, but we’re so glad for the great prospects ahead of them that it takes the sting away.


BBQ

Grace, Abe, Calvin 

Abe and Grace gave us a trip to Georgia for our birthdays and Mother's and Father's Day. While Calvin has, I had never been in the South before and am so glad we had the opportunity. 

First lunch, first day was good ole Southern bbq. Oh man. It was the best paid-for bbq pork ribs we’ve ever had. They were served in an old shack of corrugated tin and plywood and we saw a dead wild boar by the side of the road near the restaurant. It just doesn’t get much better or more authentic than that.


Chattahoochee

Making it official:  putting my foot in the Chattahoochee River.

While in Georgia we crossed the Chattahoochee River into Alabama and all I could think of was Alan Jackson singing, “Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee, never knew how much that muddy water meant to me.”

The magnolia trees, the ornamental grasses, the thick trees, the big homes with pillared porches, the brick streets, the humidity – what a great place the South is.


Dog



Chewie stayed with us several weeks this summer as Joe and Ande prepared for their move. Chewie gets pretty darn ratty running with Dan. They would run to the pond or canal and after Dan jumped in Chewie wagged and barked, “Are you sure this is the way we do it? We don’t do this in the city. Are you sure this is proper?” And then he would jump in after Dan and come out looking like a happy drowned rat.

Chewie has a caterpillar crawling on him in this picture. Do you see it?


Eastern Time Zone

Airport

I love going on trips to the Eastern part of the U.S. Not for the fashion. Not for the food. Not for the entertainment. For the time. I’m a regular party-animal on Eastern Time. I can stay up until midnight with the best of them because it is only 9:00 Pacific Time. I am constantly razzed about being an early-to-bed-early-to-rise person, so this is mentionable.    


Freezing Corn



We froze about 200 bags of corn and a couple dozen bags of broccoli last Saturday.

We were just finishing it up when a man with some broken teeth walked into the yard carrying a gas can. He wondered if we could help him. Calvin found him a gallon of gas but wouldn’t take the $10 the man offered in repayment.

It was a little thing – not taking advantage of another’s vulnerability – but between that and helping me freeze the corn I remembered again what a good decision marrying Calvin was.


Georgia



At church today one of the women expressed her gratitude to the older women who had welcomed her when she moved to Georgia twenty plus years ago and taught her how to do things in the South.

I don't know exactly what she was referencing, but polishing furniture with Old English was in one of her sentences.  I imagine Southern hospitality was also meant and we've had a lot of that staying with Abe and Grace.

Maybe she was also referring to making sure you go on walks in the evening so that you can see the fireflies. Tonight I saw my very first firefly on a walk through the Flat Rock Park.

Whatever it was she was referring to, we have certainly enjoyed Georgia and Grace and Abe.


Hot  dogs



We had a layover in Chicago on our way to Georgia.  We found the hot dogs good and the sign funny.  We dared to offend.  


Instagram



I did it.  I joined the ranks.  I’ll bet I’d have been resistant to sliced bread initially, too.  Sometimes I just don’t know what is good for me.


Junior Mints

Levin, me,  Zeph

Calvin and I spent one Saturday helping Ande and Joe pack for their move. While Ray helped take down the surround sound and TV, I watched Levin and Zeph on the steps. We read Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed and ate Junior Mints.  


Kindness

Levin using the sandbox back-hoe

My friend and neighbor Jamie just had her fourth baby. I took supper to her a couple of times and watched her kids while she had an appointment. A few days before she delivered her little girl, she delivered this little back-hoe to us as a thank you gift for helping her. I was just thinking earlier in the day how I needed to get one so the grandkids could better play in the dirt. How does that work? How do you think of something and then have someone show up with the very thing you were thinking of when you didn’t even know you needed that thing?

Perfect timing is one of the best miracles of kindness.


Like father, like son

Calvin, Abe

Watching Calvin interact with the kids is one of my favorite things in life.  Even more than mashed potatoes.  

Grace and I teased them because they went everywhere together and stayed up until 2:00 am more than once visiting or watching Top Shot and football games.


Military Museum

The "Follow Me" statue

Abe and Grace have been at Fort Benning, Georgia for the last six months while Abe attends the Army’s Captain Career Course. It is a beautiful post – old southern style buildings, large oak trees, moss hanging from the trees, and an incredible military museum. It had many, many life-like figures in it as well as helicopters, jeeps, Humvees, and opened parachutes. As we walked through the exhibits, I thought, “If I were a history teacher, I would bring my classes here – one at a time, so that it kept the sober feeling intact. I wouldn’t give them a worksheet with facts to run around and gather, I would tell them to go through each exhibit and then write an essay on what they felt and one thing they learned.” There was much to feel in that museum, whether it was the Viet Nam room that looked and felt like a jungle (they warned museum goers that the feeling of the room was very life like, I suppose as a courtesy so as not to further traumatize Viet Nam vets) or watching the movie of the allied forces going into the concentration camps in Germany, or walking through the “last 100 yards” of several battles. The figures from the Global War on Terror were incredibly real and poignant.

What an incredible place to visit.


Nursery



The last two weeks of August we attended church with Ray and Cali. They were asked to attend a different ward so that Ray could serve in the bishopric. We went over the first week as they sustained Ray in the new calling and the second week when he was ordained a high priest.

Cali was nervous for Levin’s first Sunday in the new nursery and I offered to go with him.

This kind gentleman got down on the floor to play with Levin. He talked to him and interacted as Levin wheeled his cars around him. It was a sweet scene. Later I watched the man struggle to get to his feet and then hobble over to the wall and carefully lean against it for support. His struggle made the scene of him on the floor with Levin even sweeter. The gentleman said he has cancer in his blood and bones and it has done a lot of damage to his vertebrae.

I admired that even with his pain and limitations he was determined to serve and willing to get down on the ground to help a new little boy feel safe and wanted at church.    


Oh boy



Oh boy.  Oh boy.  Oh boy.


Pinterest Inspired Birthday Present



I spray painted a cardboard pop carrier and then filled it with 3 bottles of old-fashioned bottles of soda. I drank the fourth bottle and put a few zinnias in it from the garden.

Was it worth it? Hmmmm. I don’t really know if it was worth the $7.16 price of pop, but at least it turned out cute and I quite enjoyed the bottle I drank.


Queenie



This made me laugh twice.


Salt Sprinkles



Joe and Ande stayed with us a week on their move to the South. Cali came and stayed a few days as well so that we could enjoy one last hoorah before they moved. Ande suggested we add sea salt to a batch of cookie dough brownies. It definitely enhanced the flavor. Since it worked so well on the brownies, a week later she suggested we add it to the top of a Texas sheet cake. Another good idea.

One afternoon Ande and I sat out on the grass eating watermelon. Zeph was lying on the blanket watching the clouds and leaves blowing in the breeze, Chewie was taking a nap five yards away, and Levin was playing in the dirt by our feet. Levin stopped play to get bites of watermelon and crawl all over us. He also wanted to salt the watermelon (do you eat salt on your watermelon, too?). Pretty soon I told Levin to take the saltshaker and put some salt on Chewie’s tail. I knew Chewie would take off running when Levin came over to pester him and it would entertain and wear Levin out running all over the yard.

When I told Levin to salt Chewie’s tail, I remembered being a little girl at my aunt’s cabin with my grandparents. All of the big kids were gone on a hike up the mountain with Grandpa and I was left behind. Grandma gave me a salt shaker and told me that if I could sneak up on a bird and put salt on his tail he wouldn’t be able to fly and then I could catch it.

After the memory had flashed through my head, I looked at Ande and said, “Did you ever put salt on a bird’s tail?”

She gave a “Definitely not!” shake with her head.

I said, “Have you ever heard that salt on a bird’s tail makes it so it can’t fly?”

She gave a more definite, definitely not shake.

Suddenly I realized Grandma didn’t want me to get a pet, she was getting me out from under her feet until Grandpa and the big kids came home.

Which goes to show that at 50 you still don’t know everything. At 50 the erroneous assumption that salt sprinkled on a bird’s tail prevents it from flying was firmly fastened in the recesses of my mind. But now I’m 51 and I know better.


Tra La La Tweedle Dee Dee Dee It Gives Me a Thrill (to wake up in the morning to the mocking bird trill)

Mockingbird Hill music box.  It now sits by Caddie Woodlawn and The Littles

My sister Rachel sent me a music box she found in an antique store. It has a little canary that twirls around and around while Mockingbird Hill plays. I had one just like it when I was a girl.

Rachel sent it with a letter saying that she remembered the music box sitting on my bookshelf between Beautiful Joe and The High King. She said sitting in my bedroom watching it was one of her happy places as a child.

It was the sweetest gift. Clear full of sentiment and love.

I, Jane, do will and bequeath the Mockingbird Hill music box to Rachel when I expire.


Unity

Ray, Calvin, Cali, Atlas, Ande, Levin at a park a couple of days before Ande and Joe moved
"To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time." - Clara Ortega 

One of the things I really appreciate and admire about our kids (the new ones [married] and the old ones [birthed]) is that they work hard to build and maintain adult friendships with each other. 

It's been great that Abe and Grace and Ty and Michelle have had each other on one side of the country, while Ande and Joe and Ray and Cali have had each other on the other.  And now Joe and Ande have moved closer to Ty and Michelle, and Abe and Grace will soon move closer to Ray and Cali.

Regardless of where we live, unity is so important in a family and I'm grateful the kids have worked to build and maintain it.


Very good pizza

pizza shop in Georgia

But even better than the pizza was the pizza bowl salad.  They put pizza dough over a bowl and baked it then filled it with spinach, mozzarella, and tomatoes.  It was really good.  Good enough I want to try it at home.


World Wide Web

Text of Afton and her babies.  She sets them up and then says, "Sit!  Sit!  Sit!"

Afton called Calvin this morning because she wanted to talk to Grandpa.  It was such a sweet sound to wake up to.  

While I'm incredibly grateful we are grandparents in the time of the world wide web and cell phones, I'm also quite relieved we weren't parents with its now-accessibility.


X

One thing I've been anxiously waiting to cross of my list is passing Statistics.

It's nagged at me all summer.  (Note that it's not finishing the class that was nagging, but passing it.)  

It's still nagging, not crossed off, and passing is not a given.



Year Thirteen



School has begun and it's my thirteenth year.  If I remember right 13 is lucky.


Zenith

Ande, Calvin, Zeph

No doubt, the highlight of the summer has been spending time with family.  The first week of the summer was spent with Ray and Cali's family when Atlas was born.  The last week of the summer was spent with Abe and Grace's family.  We got to spend a lot of time with Joe and Ande's family throughout the summer. 

We only got to spend time with Ty and Michelle's family via the internet.  But no worries . . . we'll be going to Mississippi in a few weeks to spend real face time with them.  

Life is good.  Real good.


Friday, August 16, 2013

Thursday Thinking - Exaggerated Virtues


Boyd K. Packer said that virtues, when exaggerated, transform themselves into vices.

So true.  So true.

A couple of weeks ago when Joe and Ande were visiting, I babysat Zeph for a few hours.  I put him on the cupboard in a laundry basket while I worked in the kitchen.



I didn't need four arms, an automatic swing, or a nanny, I just made-do with a towel and laundry basket.  Because making-do, you see, is one of my virtues.  

I had just finished priding myself on how I so often make do when I looked out the living room window.


The living room window has been cracked for almost three years . . . and that blue, penguin, duct tape has been striped across it for four months. After looking out the cracked window, I looked down at the stained carpet.  

Oh gee.  Suddenly making-do wasn't so virtuous any more.  When making-do is exaggerated it swells into not-taking-care-of-business.

How about you?  What is one of your exaggerated virtues?  (Heaven knows I've got enough vices and exaggerated virtues to tend I won't be worrying about yours.)


Thursday, August 15, 2013

Homemaking Tip - Put a Crust on It


You are going to have to pretend with me.  You will need to pretend I can take appetizing pictures of food.  (But even if I were a good food photographer, there would still be that problem of Calvin being frustrated that the food was cold once the picture staging was finally over and the food hit the table.  [Sometimes our blessings on the food are said much too quickly just for the sake of keeping the food hot.  I tell Calvin it is sacrilegious, but he is convinced God is on his side in the matter.])

Now that we are successfully pretending these pictures make the food look appetizing, here they are:

blackberry pie a la mode

This summer I've made a lot of berry pies that look like this.  Calvin loves them and requests them often.  These are much easier to make than a 9 or 10 inch pie and they bake much faster.

The pie filling is made by mixing four cups of berries with 1 cup of sugar, a dash of salt, and 3-4 tablespoons of instant tapioca.  Pour the berry mixture into the ramekin and follow the directions for making a meat pie listed below.

They are great.

meat pie 

Sunday we had roast, potatoes, and carrots like we often do.  I put them in an aluminum dutch oven it bakes at 325 degrees for the 3.5 hours we're at church.  We come home to a hot and waiting dinner.  

There are always leftovers when we have roast, potatoes, and carrots.  Sometimes we reheat them and sometimes I put the leftovers in a stew.  Neither are our favorites.  This week I put the leftovers into the little berry pie ramekins and put a crust on them.  It was good.  Really good.  I think we'll look forward to the leftovers more than the Sunday dinner now.

Meat Pie

1.   Cut the potatoes, carrots, and roast into little cubes and place in ramekin
2.   Pour a couple tablespoons of gravy over the potatoes and roast
3.   Put a pat of butter on top of gravy, potatoes, carrots, and roast
4.   Make a pie crust

3 cups flour
1 tsp salt
1 cup shortening
9-10 tablespoons ice water

Sift flour and salt together.  Cut in shortening with fork until the size of peas.  Add water.  Mix until incorporated and dough is easy to handle.  Roll out on floured board.  Yields 12 ramekin-sized single crusts

5.   Cut pie crust in circles (add vent holes)
6.   Put crust on top of meat pie
7.   Crimp edges
8.   Baste crust with egg wash (if making a berry crust, sprinkle egg wash with sugar)
9.   Bake in 425 degree oven for 15 minutes
10. Reduce heat to 350 degrees for an additional 15 minutes or until crust is golden brown.

Put-a-crust-on-it is going to be my future go-to solution when I don't know what to do with leftovers.


Thank you.  We can quite pretending the food in those pictures looked good and go back to reality now.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

13ish Pictures for the 13th of August of 2013


Ande - Today was an "eat three pieces of cake and look at pictures
of a less stressful time on your phone so you don't lose it" kind of day.

Joe - Library
(Jane speaking here: Ben Franklin would feel good knowing that someone loves and uses
 his library idea like Joe does. I've never seen anyone fully utilize a library like Joe,
[except perhaps the homeless man in Twin Falls, Idaho that almost slept there].
Once Joe and Ande had 100 books out at a time [some were children's books]. They read them all.)

Zeph - My favorite part of the day.  I'm concentrating on splashing with my feet.

Abe - The meal Abe cooked for dinner tonight:
chicken cordon bleu, potatoes, and green beans. It was pretty darn good.

Grace - Listening in on Abe talk to a realtor and lender as we're looking into buying a house.
Fort Lewis, WA here we come- October 2013!

Peter Choong convincing Calvin of the virtue of a Kirby vacuum.
He's the 
most affable salesman we've ever met.

Jane - I had every intention of taking a picture of my fellow water zumba
friends and me doing our very best water zumba exercises.  Alas, they
weren't very flattering to any of us and there are some boundaries
you just don't cross with water friends.
Instead I bring you the towel, keys, card, and glasses.  

Afton - trying to talk to Papa on the phone

Ty - Afton is a big help

Michelle - S'mores. Michelle felt she had no reason to get out of bed
after her nap, until she remembered she bought s'mores stuff the day before.

Atlas - Not sure about those bunny ears.
Worried we are laughing at... not with.
Smiling a lot and occasionally giggling.
Cali - I spent the day amazed at what my hands can do...
I'm proud of myself for keeping two children alive. It's hard.

Levin - Nothing better than a second-hand toy with new batteries.
EXCEPT a second-hand toy with new batteries and a cup of raspberries. 

Ray - Finishing the movie they started while I was cutting their hair.
Close shave for Ray. High-n-tight for Levin.

Life in Our World - Alphabetically August


Atlas' Baby Blessing



"Every member of the church of Christ having children is to bring them unto the elders before the church,
who are to lay their hands upon them in the name of Jesus Christ, and bless them in his name."

On August 4th Ray performed the ordinance of naming and blessing Atlas.  Calvin, Johnny Follett (Ray's brother), John Follett (Ray's dad), and Will (a friend of Ray's) assisted in the blessing.  And while none of us thought to get a picture of Atlas in his sweet, white, short-set nor anyone else while still in their Sunday clothes to document the sacredness of the event, it was nonetheless a sweet and sacred blessing.


Blue Grass Festival



We have free concerts in the park every summer and one reoccurring concert is the bluegrass festival.  The crowd was of the toe-tapping, knee clapping, own-a-lap-dog variety, but they let any of us come.  Calvin and I really enjoyed it this year.  I stretched out on the grass and read a book while Calvin rested in his lawn chair.

My favorite group was a family band.  Four of the kids played string instruments, the dad played the guitar and the mom was on the bass fiddle.  Two of the four kids also clogged occasionally.  I told Calvin, "Sometimes I wish we’d have pushed music more in our family.  Wouldn’t it have been fun to be a band?”

He accurately wondered who would have kept us on key.


Crab pot

clockwise from 12:00
Melanie Follett, Tracy Follett, Ray, Cali, Atlas, Levin, Calvin, Kathy Follett, John Follett, Rachel Roylance, Johnny Follett


Last weekend Ray's family came to visit (in anticipation of Atlas' blessing) and we had a crab pot: eight pounds of shrimp, five pounds of potatoes, five pounds of crab, 3 pounds of clams, and a whole bunch of corn.  

See that lump in Levin's cheek?  Johnny brought some hot, hot sausages to go in it too.  Levin wanted to eat them because he likes hot stuff and he also likes to do whatever men do and men eat hot sausages.  Levin would eat one then huff and puff and suck in air trying to put out the fire.  He even started licking Calvin’s shirt to make it quit.  It just kept burning.  Finally after he ate potatoes and milk the sting went away and he ate another one and started the process all over again. 


Dirt



Remember we had internet problems for a couple of weeks?  This week Calvin dug a trench through the middle of the yard and up around the back of the garden for the wire and new connection.  

Stronger, faster, better.  

Calvin that is.


Eggs



Laying eggs this time of year seems to not only be the hens' work but also their hobby.  We have a plethora of eggs.  So many so that I've made more than one angel food cake to use them up (the recipe calls for a dozen egg whites).


Follett family

L-R
John, Melanie, Tracy, Ray, Levin, Johnny

The Follett's are grand company.  They're very fun, funny, and relaxed.  Nothing riles them (unless you don't follow the domino rules and then Johnny reminds players we need to play by the same rules).  They're very supportive to each other and accepting to everyone.  They are like salve to a soul.

When they first arrived they asked what they could do.  We went to the garden and picked beans for supper and dug potatoes and onions.  

One night after supper we sat around the fire and roasted marshmallows and told stories for three hours. Funny how a three hour meeting seems looooong, but a three hour campfire goes so fast.  Calvin started the story telling off with Jim Bridger, Old Ephraim, and Lewis & Clark. Then the personal stories began. The Follett kids have some great family stories and they know how to tell them. We laughed and laughed and laughed. The sweetest story was when the four brothers shaved their heads in support of Melanie when she lost hers in chemotherapy and Tracy cross-stitched the rules that visitors should follow when they came to see Melanie (albeit it took Tracy many months and Melanie was almost better by the time she got it done, but it was her effort to SAVE MELANIE that was so touching). A couple of funny stories were when Ray and cousin Joe put the snake in Melanie’s bed, and when Ray and Johnny got unintentionally high off of paint fumes while painting their house in Alaska one winter.  Ray was worried he was permanently stupid when he went back to Harvard and couldn’t think of answers for three weeks.

I especially love hearing stories about Ray’s mother, Mary, and how she taught, disciplined, and nurtured her kids.  She was quite a woman. 


Grandma 

Zeph, Atlas, Levin, Cali

One of my summer goals is to be a good grandma.

It has been a wonderful summer having most of our grandchildren within three hours and I try to never take it for granted.  Due to Joe and Ray's travel schedules, Cali and Ande have been able to come over frequently the last few months -- once they even came together.  

I love observing the kids (Levin, Afton, Zeph, and Atlas) either by video or in real time.  I could sit and watch them for hours.  As a mother I was so busy caring for our children and teaching them how to do things that I didn't observe them like I can now.  It's simply fascinating to watch them discover and grow. 

Clara's birthday was last week and so for family home evening Calvin and I went to the cemetery and had a picnic and took care of her flowers.    

We've  been so glad that Afton has gotten to be close to grandparents this summer, too.  While Ty was in pilot training in Pueblo, Colorado, Michelle and Afton went to Colorado Springs.  Michelle is so good to face time us and send videos and pictures of Afton.

This is one of the funnest goals I've ever set.   


Hot
   


The air conditioning went out in our car this summer.  Come to think of it, maybe it went out last summer.  

On Wednesday I offered to drive a coworker to our training in a town 80 miles away.  The town is down in a canyon where it gets hot and the fruit orchards thrive.  I told Cindy, my co-worker, that our drive would be pleasant in the morning while it was still cool, but that it might get a bit warm by the time we came home.  I told her we'd get an ice cream cone and by the time we'd finished eating it we should be out of the canyon and up by the irrigated farmland where it was cooler.  By my calculations we'd get home without sweating too much.  

Cindy agreed, she's a good sport like that, and our day of training went just as planned.  Except it was much hotter than expected.  After the training, the inside of the car was 103 degrees.  I thought of all those little dogs that you read about that die in hot cars, but we were going to get ice cream and that would surely cool everything down.  Dogs don't get ice cream.    

We got our ice cream cones and started the drive through the canyon.  The car only cooled down to 101 degrees.  Our ice cream melted faster than we could lick it and the wind whipped Cindy's gray ponytail into her face and plastered mine to my head.  My dress wouldn't stay down in the wind either.  Even with all that wind whipping the temperature stayed close to 100 degrees inside.  The wind splashed a big blob of dripping ice cream onto Cindy's glasses and sprinkled vanilla blots all over her face.  She didn't even notice, I guess you don't notice little things like that when your car is 100 degrees inside.      

We laughed and talked loud over the wind and dripping cones -- all we needed was a scarf over our heads and people would have mistaken us for Thelma and Louise or Lucy and Ethel.

When we hit the irrigated fields the temperature in the car dropped down to the mid 90's and we coasted on home in comfort. 


Ice cream
  
Raspberry Ice Cream

I sent our little ice cream maker like this to Goodwill several years ago.  I regretted it after a few years, so when I found one at Goodwill for $6 quickly bought it.  For the last two or three summers we've used it a lot-- mostly making vanilla ice cream for summer berry pies.  Because it's so easy we churn little batches so it's always fresh.     


Juicer



I've got generous friends who offer things to me before they take them to Goodwill.  Maxine is one of those friends.  She had an extra Bosch mixer and an industrial food processor that she gave me a year ago.  I found a good home for both of them.

One time she brought me a dozen new cookbooks that had never been used.  She often gives me CD's.  The other day she asked me if I'd like a juicer.

I remember Grandma Julia making carrot juice and beet juice from a juicer.  My cousin Casey and I plugged our noses to get it down.  Does anybody have any ideas for juice combinations?  I'd love some recipes that you don't have to use a nose plug to drink.


Kith and Kin

Ande, Zeph, Kelsey, Cozi


Calvin always calls her Kelsey Payne.  

Ande and Kelsey have been best friends for 15 years and spent a lot of time in each other's homes growing up.  They were both here at the same time and got together.  They curled up on the couch eating bread and jam just like old times, except they both had cooing babies on the floor and they talked about bottles instead of boys.


Laugh

L-R   Tracy, Cali, Melanie


Melanie fell asleep on the blanket.  She would have looked so peaceful with her lips gently curved, hands neatly folded, and hair flowing like a halo, except she looked dead-ish.  

I looked at Tracy and whispered, "She looks like . . ." and we finished the sentence together, 

". . . the Lady of Shalott!" from Anne of Green Gables.

Tracy and Cali got down next to her and we snapped the picture before she woke up.  

Cali knows how lucky she is to have such good friends also be her sisters.  

    
Microwave


   
Our microwave died several months ago.  Cali and Ande have had to warm up baby bottles the old way, in a pan on the stove, when they came to visit.  As a surprise, Follett's and Calvin installed a new one one night after I went to bed. 

What a fun surprise to wake up to.  Leftovers have never tasted so fine.


Neighborly

Brindy is 5'3" and Preston is 6'3"


Our neighbor Preston called and told Calvin he'd heard about his whizzbang chicken plucker and wondered if Calvin would be willing to help he and his wife Brindy butcher their 8 turkeys.  

Calvin said it would be a good service to do for family home evening, so Monday night they pulled into the yard with a pickup load of turkeys.  Preston and Brindy were very appreciative of the help and wanted to learn how to do everything.  Brindy had the worst job, too -- holding the turkey's neck on the chopping block.  

Brindy used to be my visiting teacher before we were transferred to the Spanish Branch.  I have missed her. Killing turkeys was a great time to catch up.  


Observing

Cali fixed us these cute lunches to eat after Atlas' baby blessing.


That's it.  No comment.  Just need to fill O and here's a great picture to use.


Picnic

Johnny, Levin, Calvin

After church the week Atlas was blessed, we went to the boat locks for a picnic with the Folletts. The food, the company, the weather . . . it was a great day.


Quilt



Cali sewed us a beautiful quilt and I've been hand-binding it.  I love hand-sewing and sat and watched the BBC Sense & Sensibility on Saturday while I stitched.  By the looks of it I have several more three hour movies in my future.  I am not complaining.  


Read



This book has taken me half of the summer to read.  I've learned far more about world history by reading it than I have in formal education classes.  

Since only 4% of the world's population has ever known freedom, and I'm one of those few, it's a book that has humbled me and helped me learn.   


Statistics

after listening to my woes, my friend Melanie sent me this

One of my on-line classes this summer is Statistics. 

When I graduated from high school we didn't have to take college math courses if our ACT scores were high enough.  But the rules changed and now they don't care how high our scores were or how long we have kept our check registers balanced, we have to take math.  

Algebra II was 35 years ago and my teacher sat in his chair and drank coffee and played old-fashioned solitaire with a deck of cards for the majority of the class period.  With that background, I seriously doubted I had enough math in me to pass Math 119.  The school counselor agreed and signed me up for Statistics instead.  

I study.  I think.  I take the pretest.  I fail the pretest.  I call the tutor.  I take and pass the real test.  Two hours later it is all fuzzy again and I can't remember any of it.  There are two tutors and I think they flip a coin to see who has to teach me.  That's okay.  Statistically speaking they will both have to help me equally.

My definition of success has changed drastically since I've become the student.    

I am finding the statistical notes in the margins of the text the best part of the course.  For example, statistically all women lie about their weight and say they weigh less than they do.  Men don't lie about their weight unless they are underweight and then they lie and say they weigh more than they do.  

Statistically more black men murder than white men, but more white men are given the death sentence than black men.

And while the statistical tidbits make the class more palatable, they don't make it any easier.


Thunderstorm



Saturday night we had a rainstorm with a little bit of lightening, thunder, and wind.  This tree managed to fall without killing one chicken or smashing one fence.  Sometimes nature is thoughtful like that.


Ultraviolet



That's it.  No comment.  Just lots of ultraviolet light the last few weeks.


Virtual bouquet




I sent a friend (who could use a bright spot in her day today) a virtual bouquet of zinnias from the garden since she lives too far away to hand-deliver them to her.   

And since the bouquet still looks as good as new, and I'm not against re-gifting, I'm sending you one, too.  I hope you're having a good day.  

  
Wound



Calvin was slicing onions in preparation for a scout camp-out and sliced off the tip of his thumb.  It is now a point instead of a curve.  I am his nurse.  He is not a good patient.


Xenogamy



The sunflowers in our garden are over ten feet tall.  Their trunks/stems are six inches around.  They appear to be a cross between a redwood tree and a black-eyed Susan.   


Yakkity-yak, don't talk back



Levin is two and knows "no."  "No" can sound pretty rude, and almost always gets him in trouble, so I have been encouraging him to say "No, thank you" instead of "No."

Being polite has backfired a bit.  I'm having a hard time enforcing, "Levin, eat your beans," and "Levin, it's time to get in the tub," when he sweetly says, "No thank you, Gwamma."


Zuppa Tascana


Nesha, Rosa, me

A few friends and I went to the temple and to Olive Garden to eat afterwards.  Not a one of us ordered zuppa toscana soup.


And that's life in our world this week.  It's good to have the internet again.