December 5, 2014
Dear Riley,
I hope you liked your Christmas package. The summer sausage has to be eaten once you open
it, so share around. And of course I
will want pictures of your gingerbread village when it’s completed. I realized I didn’t send hangers for the
decorations on your tree; I’ll get them to you later. I hope your cushion is sufficient. Anything you don’t want to take with you to
Thailand we can take back, of course, but it pleases me to draw a little
Christmas spirit in your space this year.
Just so you know, Josie calls the Christmas stocking
buckle-buckle-beanstock.
I am wasted today.
Yesterday I took Josie to Walmart (two trips on two days, can you
believe it?) with me to pick up 700 candy canes for Santa’s visit to
Cascade. While I was there I realized
that I had not gotten Elise socks as I had intended the day before. So then I got Josie some socks as well, two different sets: one a set of bright
patterned no-show and one solid colored tube socks for wearing with her
boots. She was SOOOO excited about them. All afternoon she was trying them on, two and
three per foot at a time. “Parker, do
you like these?... (say yes). Do you
want to see these ones on?”
Dad and I left early for ward temple night. We went to the Timpanogos Temple and made the
6:30 session which was nice. It was the
movie you saw there in that temple when you went through, so I was enjoying it
and thinking of that day. And then the
movie stopped abruptly and we sat in stunned silence for a moment or two while
the officiator considered the problem.
He walked up to the alter and pressed a few buttons before we saw a
blinking red light reflected on his white coat.
I’ve never had anything like this happen in the hundreds of times I’ve
been to the temple. After a bit they
brought the lights up and an engineer came in to work on the problem. After about 20 minutes they decided to move
us to a different room. But to do that,
we had to stand in the hallway for a few minutes and then sit in the chapel for
a few more. It was really
interesting. Then when they got us in
our new room, they started the movie where we had left off. Except it was a different movie. It felt so incongruent though every word was
the same. What a memory. Oh, and the name I did was from my home town
in Michigan, St. Joseph. That was crazy
as it’s a small town.
After the temple we had to stop and pick up milk at the
store on the way home. We were
approached by a druggy who asked us to make a call for him and that slowed us
down for a few minutes while we tried to help in a way that would truly help
and not feed a habit. It was weird
really. The entire evening has a funny
ring.
After eating dinner at about 10, Dad took a bag to the brute
box as he had told the kids he would. We
got to bed kind of late. And then I was
awakened by repeat door opening and closings.
Josie was trying to find one of her favorite socks which wasn’t in the
treasure trove she had created at the foot of her bed. You guessed it: the brute box. Figuring that knowledge would distress her, I
told her we’d find it in the morning. There was weeping and wailing and
gnashing of teeth and we’re all slogging around today. Except Josie, she’s as productive in her
messes as ever.
Deadline! Gotta go.
Love you,
Mom
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