Sunday, June 28, 2009

The Best Laid Plans





Layne and I returned home from delivering Mom to Colorado late Monday night. Tuesday I spent the day lounging about and feasting upon the notion that I didn't HAVE to do anything. Wednesday we served in the temple and did catch-up errands in the afternoon.

Early in the week I felt euphoric about the time that loomed before me. It looked like several weeks of delicious openness. So I planned what to do with this gift of time. I have quite a backlog of activities that need addressing. It was such fun to schedule them into the few weeks that I will be away from Mom. I began working on my list in earnest, but, alas, others in my life had other ideas for the use of my time!

The end of June brings with it 4 birthday celebrations; one daughter (Audrey) and three grandchildren (Allegra-14, Scott-13, Jacqueline-7). In addition, the beginning of July brings two more (Chase-18, Peyton-5). You can imagine the shopping nightmare this represents. I have taken to offering to buy the local grandchildren a gift, or taking them shopping and letting them choose for themselves. This year Scott and Allegra wanted to shop. So I spent Thursday shopping with them. It was lots of fun, I will admit that. Then Isaiah approached me with a vision of a gift he wanted to make for his sister, Allegra. Well, actually, he wanted me to make it. And buy the materials for it. Hum. So, Isaiah and I also went shopping and he stood over me while I made his vision a reality. I will admit, he contributed to the cost and he also did some of the sewing. But Friday was filled with that project. Except for one more activity.

Chase talked Isaiah into letting me cut his hair very short. I am seen as the major hair-cutter in the family at this particular time. So out came the clippers with the correct attachment, and I did the job, quite well if I do say so. As I looked over my work, I noticed a stray hair or two on the top of Isaiah's head that I missed. So I took the clippers back out and, forgetting that I had already removed the attachment for cutting the right length, I roared through the top of his head with the unadorned clippers. Can you picture the result? My perfect job now had a stip of totally bald head, right in the middle of Isaiah's head! It happened in an instant! Isaiah was shocked, and so were Chase and I. I colored his head with felt tip pen so it would blend in and cut the rest of his hair as short as I dared. But he has worn his baseball hat ever since. Hum. So much for my expert barbering. I wonder if he'll ask me to cut his hair again. Stay tuned.

Saturday looked good. We helped a friend move in the morning, but the afternoon was looking wide open and full of possibilities. Then Ben called wondering if he could drop off three of his babes while he did some needed things of his own. Who am I to pass up the chance to have my babies with me? "Of course," I said. So on they came. We spent the rest of the day together. I loved it, of course. But another day passed without my goals even being started. "People over stuff" I always tell myself. And I believe that. Perhaps I am lucky after all. There are so many people in my life to love and spend time with. Maybe that really is the best goal to reach for.

At the top you see the Thursday shoppers, Allegra and Scott. Farther down is Isaiah, and, if you look closely at the bottom picture you can see my major hair faux paux.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Colorful Colorado




We spent the last 10 days with my mom in Colorado. What a beautiful place! We arrived on Saturday of last week and entered a clean, cheery little house (hers). In spite of being empty for the past several months, the house and yard never looked better. It is an embracing little house. Perhaps part of its embrace lies in the memories associated with it. But as you see it here, can you deny its charm?

Mom was undeniably happy to be home. But since she broke her hip, her demeanor is noticeably diminished. She is coming to the conclusion, I think, that she will very likely not be able to return to her former life of full activity. I believe she will need us from now on as well. She finds that idea very difficult to swallow. Her home therapy is in place and all seems organized for her comfort and growth while she is there. Maryanne and Bob arrived on the weekend and will take over her care for the next few weeks. I think it will be a good experience for Maryanne and Mom both to be together. It has been Mom and me for the past 7 months. Mom was worried when we left and I think she will miss us, but I also think she will enjoy the coming weeks.

So, for the next little while, I am a free woman. I spent today relaxing and making plans for the time up to our return to Colorado. And I have such plans! I am bubbling over with enthusiasm for all that I hope to accomplish. I'm very good at making plans. Carrying them out is my downfall. But I have my weeks all scheduled out, so we'll see how I do.

Pictured you see the front of Mom's home, Maryanne already on the job in the kitchen and Mom sitting in her chair in the kitchen.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

A Graduation!


I almost forgot to mention, with all the recent events, that a very important milestone has been achieved by our grandson, Chase. He graduated from High School! It is official. Here is a picture of him in his post-high school state. No more seminary either! He is busy finishing up his Scout Eagle Project and then he will be ready for whatever future he wants to create. His Eagle Project involved collecting money and goods for the Family House, in San Francisco, where Dorothy and Carmen stayed, for free, during her cancer treatments. It is a wonderful way to pay them back for the service they give to so many families struggling with disease. I am so thrilled with, and grateful for, this bright, good-hearted grandson!

Keeping a Promise

We had to talk Mom into coming home with us last October. We promised her that if she would spend the winter with us in California, we would take her home to Colorado for the summer. Our promise should have been fulfilled before now, but she broke her hip, which put off the move. After spending almost a week with her at our home, we packed up and drove her home to Colorado, using her red Envoy to transport us. Mom sat in the front seat with Layne and I was relegated to the back seat. We started out early on last Friday morning and drove to Reno, where we lunched with one of our Mongolian daughters, Bayaraa, and her husband Ryan Hopkins, and their two little sons. It was a sweet pleasure to see one of our girls so happy!

We arrived in Salt Lake late Friday night and went to son Gerald's home in Draper to spend the night. Gerald and his wife Frances have two homes in Draper. One is rented out but the other is empty; fully stocked and saved for their visits to the States. Right now no one is there, so we enjoyed a large, empty but fully stocked home for the night. It was way better than a motel! Except that we had to maneuver mom up several stairs in her wheel-chair. That took some doing but we managed it. The accompanying picture shows Mom in her car, in Gerald's garage. She looks pretty good for 11:00 at night, don't you think?

What I must say about Gerald and Frances' home is that they have an amazing "theater" room in the basement. It was created for them by a very artistic contractor who wanted to practice his art before offering it to the general public. So they got a deal on the project. In the accompanying picture you can see the front of the room, where a projection TV will focus it's images on a screen, lowered over the scene you see here. The whole room is like a step into the red rock country, complete with a tree in one corner. He created it all out of concrete. Wow! I've never seen anything like it, especially in a home. Wouldn't it be fun to create something like that in your home space? I'm thinking about that.

On Saturday, after a brief visit with my sister Maryanne and her husband Bob, we drove to Cedaredge, arriving in the afternoon. Walking into her home felt so natural; like we were gone only to the store or on a short drive. Her place has never looked better. It is clean and straight, and the yard is beautiful. There is a special feeling about this place. I'm sure it has nothing to do with my own sentiments. It is a nurturing place. I'm happy to be here. Layne and Mom are too! And so, at last, our promise is kept. We are home.

Catching Up




Sometimes things happen so quickly that one must pause for awhile to catch up. A week ago our daughter Jessica (to be distinguished from our daughter-in-law Jessica) came for the weekend, bringing her daughter Gemma with her. I would love to say that she missed me so much that she simply had to come. But, actually, she came to attend the wedding of a dear friend. But I rather think she wanted to see us too! It is always wonderful to have family with me once again. To add to that pleasure, there was a full moon that weekend. I have a thing about full moons. They must be basked in. So we took pictures outside under the moon and I kissed Layne under the moon as well. That is a tradition with me; I must kiss him at each full moon. Oh, and I kiss him other times as well! In the picture here, Gemma is standing on our front porch with the moon behind her. Lovely, isn't it?

Daughter-in-law Jessica and kids came to visit daughter Jessica during that weekend. After their chat, we took a 4 generation picture of Jessica (mine), Gemma, me and Mom. Also included is a picture of Jacqueline and Lexie with Mom. It was fun to be all together for a short time.

I almost forgot to mention that I brought Mom home from the nursing home on Friday of last week, just before Jessica came! She and I agree that the workers at that place are universally fine. They took very good care of her and did their best to offer her the therapy she needed. But she has returned home in much weaker shape. Of course, she broke her hip and that explains that. She is now afraid to use that side. But we are working on that. I exercised her right up until this past Friday, when we brought her home to Colorado. But that is a different story, which I will tell in the very next post.