...we're sittin' 'round waiting for inspiration.
This was a save week. ;)
Monday, April 18, 2016
From Dad April 17, 2016
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Re: Letter 69 of 3
Dear Riley:
Wow! Can’t believe another week has passed. In retrospect I think it was pretty fruitful, though I still didn’t accomplish everything I hoped I would. The weather has been beautiful with a few nights that deposited frost on my truck windshield. It made me a little nervous but so far it looks like we’ll have a pile of apricots. Just a few more weeks and we’re out of the woods. Yesterday we took the greater part of the day to go up to Layton and help Grandma and Grandpa with their flood cleanup. The crew that came a few months ago had neglected to remove carpet and wall board from one affected room and it developed mold. Your mom left immediately to go and buy some quality dust masks, which I believe saved the day. We boxed and hauled hundreds of pounds books and moved a good deal of property to other unaffected areas of the basement. We put in about 3 hours of work and put a good dent in things. We were happy to assist. The whole mess was caused by Utopia drilling to lay cable through the yard. They’ll pay for the restoration, but nothing is compensating for the upheaval or the potential health effects from the ordeal. I’m a little horrified that Grandma and Grandpa are being exposed to this.
I've had an amazing experience with revelation through the Spirit. I can’t give specifics without breaking a sacred confidence, but something was revealed to me in my heart and mind through the Spirit that couldn’t possibly be known any other way. I have since been praying for the way to use this knowledge for its intended purpose but was unsure how to proceed. It was a delicate matter and I was afraid of blowing it. (It certainly wouldn’t be the first time I stepped in it and I didn’t want to make a muck of things.) A portion of my prayers was devoted to this dilemma and the nature of my prayers was adjusted to be more in line with the knowledge I’d received. Quite unexpectedly, the way forward opened up beautifully in a manner that was a direct answer to a specific request in my prayers. Is this not real? I wish everyone could experience this, or was willing to acknowledge it when it was manifest. Anyway, it leaves me wanting more of experiences like this and fills me with gratitude for the blessings of the calling of Bishop.
DH turns 100 years old tomorrow. What a remarkable man with remarkable legacy. Just consider all he has seen in world progress. Consider what he’s witnessed in the growth of the Church. Consider the blessings and miracles he’s seen. He is a true man of God; always steadfast and faithful; an example to us all. If there was a better way to live a life, I suspect he would have found it by now. He’s so happy and upbeat and speaks openly of how many ways God has blessed him. His mind is sharp and can quickly recall facts, figures, events, names, and places that people considerably younger than him would be challenged to commit to memory... If only his body wasn’t so run down. We celebrate with him tomorrow at an open house held in his honor. His family arranged for a large number of people to send him birthday cards, with the hope that we could reach at least 100 by his birthday. Today he had received in excess of 70.
It’s getting late so I better get this into your inbox. Love you tons!
Dad
From Mom April 17, 2016 Fevers
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Dear Riley,
I’m not feeling great this evening, so I'm worried this letter will come off as abrupt or formulaic.
Cambry is sick with strep again! She’s on the sofa waiting for the antibiotics to kick in. They’re in finals this week and she GRADUATES on Friday. They have an apartment in Wymount that they can start moving into May 10. We’re six weeks and a little from the wedding. And they are adorable together.
Parker has me impressed right now. He’s had horrible sleep patterns for the past couple years, dividing his sleep between the early hours of the morning and late hours of the afternoon. He had an appointment with his PA/psychiatrist this week. The good news is that the DNA metabolism test showed that he is on the right medications. But he added another to help him sleep. Then he gave him sleep protocols that eliminated naps except on Sundays, and established regular sleep and wake times. It’s been difficult for Parker, but he’s doing it! And Parker says he’s starting to feel some motivation. Which is good, because school’s almost out. He's got Senioritis.
Elise played the piano over at Canyon Breeze today. She said it was rough, but I’ve heard her practicing and I think it couldn’t have been too bad. Elise went to the language fair at BYU this week. She did well on her vocab test. She went to eat lunch and ran into the Cam’s and was able to eat with them. That’s pretty cool.
Aleah has been miserable with hayfever this week. And she had a sinus infection. We’ve been treating her and she’s almost better and A LOT better to live with. (It was a rough couple days…)
Josie’s new word this week was hideous. “That would look hideous.” Her book of the week was Green Eggs and Ham. And she has two loose teeth on the bottom. Elise was in her room today when Josie came up for a timeout after a spat with Aleah. Josie said, “I’m so mad at Aleah. I should rip up her dress for the wedding.” Elise said that wasn’t a good idea since I would make her pay for a new one. “No she won’t” and she launched for the closet. But before she could reach the dress, her hand found her Pringles container from earlier in the week. Her scowl deepened, “Aleah hid this from me!” and then her brow softened as did her tone, “Wait! I hid them.” She ate the last two or three chips and after a minute said, “I’m feeling better now.”
Dad has bees again and that makes him happy. He’s busy. And great.
I didn’t get a bike in this week because the weather and time didn’t work out. :( I’m sewing a dress for the wedding. I’m not certain it’ll work, but I’ve gotta try. I helped the kids file their taxes. And I baked a gluten free/dairy free/corn free cake to help CY out this week. It fell the last little bit, but smelled good. Spring here has been just beautiful with all the blossoms popping out on the trees. When I had K this week during music time, I asked him if he didn't think the flowers on trees weren't beautiful. He corrected me that they were called blossoms. :) Beauty comes with a price though, I wanted to gouge my eyes out and about rubbed my nose raw. And the wretched sinus infection seized the opportunity. But it should clear, it should clear, it's gotta clear.
Yesterday we (except Cambry who had to work) went up to Layton to help Grandma and Grandpa deal with the flood they had in their basement when the utility company was drilling through their yard and hit their sewer pipe. We helped sort through stuff and box up stuff that is a donation waiting to happen.
I hope your couple days since we last communicated were good. Just do your best and trust God to accomplish His work through you, even through your weakness.
I love you so much!
Love,
Mom
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Since you've been gone... April 11, 2016
... we're really feeling the heat.
This was Elise's choice.
From Mom April 10 Goblin Valley
April 10, 2016
Dear Riley,
The big family party had to be moved to our house today because Grandma is painting throughout her house and J and A can’t be around that. It’s after nine and we’re still visiting, but I’m getting worried about communicating with you. So I’m being anti-social for you. Are you impressed?
I have a new super power: I can empty my left sinus with one blow. One morning this week I did just that and it was all thick and green and I was discouraged. But I just irrigated and it cleared! I love my new super power. Except when I lay down after irrigating and I about drown with slugs of the leftovers. I’ll take it over sinus infections.
Spring break was great. I ran wedding errands. We went to Cameron’s concert at the Catholic church over by the apartment we brought you home to Wednesday night. I think it was my favorite concert; the music was so touching and so well executed.
But the biggest and best thing of Spring Break was the Goblin Valley trip. Thursday night we weren’t really sure where we were going and then we left Friday at 3. We knew all the campsites were reserved already, so we just camped on BLM land with no water and no toilets. We’d packed a big water cube expecting that. But we didn’t pack our bucket toilet and of course we all had to go, Josie number 2, as we were setting up the tent.
So after the tent was set up, Dad took us on a mile long trek to some trees which he hung a tarp across and we all did our duty. Josie did it! TADAH! But we were hiking home in the dusk and Josie tripped and fell right into a cactus. Oh, man! She didn’t cry, you know she’s tough. But oh. She had a polka dot palm through yesterday.
I put earplugs in so I didn’t hear the scurrying around in the tent, but Parker said that Josie came up to him in the dark and put her face right up in his, “Parker, we’re sleeping the same tent.” They had a little conversation before she went back to her own bag. I had a couple night sweats in my thermals in a mummy bag; not made for quick exodus. I didn't sleep much.
We drove into the park and were some of the first ones there, thankfully. The place was crawling with people later in the day. Parker really missed you. He tried to train Elise into and impulsive boy, but after three times of her saying, “I’m not doing that!” he gave up. He still managed to get stuck and unable to climb down, Dad had to save him, so he had enough fun…
Josie told Dad she needed to go poo just before lunch. But it was only the pit toilets. As we walked in she said, “Oh no, Mom. It already sucked back in. I don’t need to go anymore.” But of course that can only be put off for a while. Luckily when that while was over, everyone was done having fun and we stopped for flushing toilets at the ranger station. We stopped for ice cream on the way home. It was a great trip.
I laundered and folded nearly every clothing item in the house Friday night and we’re back on track for life.
Sacrament meeting was soooo good today. I love our fast and testimony meetings. I just felt the Spirit so strong so frequently. And I felt it in the temple as we did a sealing session last night. I just love the gospel!
So I was having a hard time yesterday. I was hurt and there was nothing to do except just let it go. And I know that in my head. But my heart still hurt. I practiced for my singing time today, over and over singing “Beautiful Savior” and I fasted for the atonement to heal my wounds and it really did. I felt the coverage coat my hurts and open me up to love again. I testified to the children today about that because the last line of the second verse is “He makes the sorrowing spirit sing.” I am grateful for music, for prayer, and for the power of the atonement in my life.
So what’s happened in your neck of the woods?
Love you,
Mom
Dear Riley,
The big family party had to be moved to our house today because Grandma is painting throughout her house and J and A can’t be around that. It’s after nine and we’re still visiting, but I’m getting worried about communicating with you. So I’m being anti-social for you. Are you impressed?
I have a new super power: I can empty my left sinus with one blow. One morning this week I did just that and it was all thick and green and I was discouraged. But I just irrigated and it cleared! I love my new super power. Except when I lay down after irrigating and I about drown with slugs of the leftovers. I’ll take it over sinus infections.
Spring break was great. I ran wedding errands. We went to Cameron’s concert at the Catholic church over by the apartment we brought you home to Wednesday night. I think it was my favorite concert; the music was so touching and so well executed.
But the biggest and best thing of Spring Break was the Goblin Valley trip. Thursday night we weren’t really sure where we were going and then we left Friday at 3. We knew all the campsites were reserved already, so we just camped on BLM land with no water and no toilets. We’d packed a big water cube expecting that. But we didn’t pack our bucket toilet and of course we all had to go, Josie number 2, as we were setting up the tent.
So after the tent was set up, Dad took us on a mile long trek to some trees which he hung a tarp across and we all did our duty. Josie did it! TADAH! But we were hiking home in the dusk and Josie tripped and fell right into a cactus. Oh, man! She didn’t cry, you know she’s tough. But oh. She had a polka dot palm through yesterday.
I put earplugs in so I didn’t hear the scurrying around in the tent, but Parker said that Josie came up to him in the dark and put her face right up in his, “Parker, we’re sleeping the same tent.” They had a little conversation before she went back to her own bag. I had a couple night sweats in my thermals in a mummy bag; not made for quick exodus. I didn't sleep much.
We drove into the park and were some of the first ones there, thankfully. The place was crawling with people later in the day. Parker really missed you. He tried to train Elise into and impulsive boy, but after three times of her saying, “I’m not doing that!” he gave up. He still managed to get stuck and unable to climb down, Dad had to save him, so he had enough fun…
Josie told Dad she needed to go poo just before lunch. But it was only the pit toilets. As we walked in she said, “Oh no, Mom. It already sucked back in. I don’t need to go anymore.” But of course that can only be put off for a while. Luckily when that while was over, everyone was done having fun and we stopped for flushing toilets at the ranger station. We stopped for ice cream on the way home. It was a great trip.
I laundered and folded nearly every clothing item in the house Friday night and we’re back on track for life.
Sacrament meeting was soooo good today. I love our fast and testimony meetings. I just felt the Spirit so strong so frequently. And I felt it in the temple as we did a sealing session last night. I just love the gospel!
So I was having a hard time yesterday. I was hurt and there was nothing to do except just let it go. And I know that in my head. But my heart still hurt. I practiced for my singing time today, over and over singing “Beautiful Savior” and I fasted for the atonement to heal my wounds and it really did. I felt the coverage coat my hurts and open me up to love again. I testified to the children today about that because the last line of the second verse is “He makes the sorrowing spirit sing.” I am grateful for music, for prayer, and for the power of the atonement in my life.
So what’s happened in your neck of the woods?
Love you,
Mom
These pictures came up in reverse order. And I'm lazy today. So enjoy the trip in reverse!
Paper Post April 10
David wrote the article for our ward messanger this month and sent it to Riley.
The Power of Tandem
Last year, near the end of summer, Leadelle and I purchased a used tandem bicycle built for two. The front rider on a tandem is generally the tallest of the riders and frequently called the “captain” or “pilot”. The captain controls the steering, braking, and gear selection while the rear rider, often called the “stoker”, sits directly behind the captain and functions as a source of additional power. Of necessity, there’s a linkage between the riders called the timing chain. This ensures that the pedals are synchronized so that the downward power stroke of each pedal rotation occurs simultaneously for both riders. The combination of twice the pedaling power on an apparatus lighter than the combined weight of two bicycles, and the fact that the captain nearly perfectly blocks the wind for the stoker makes a tandem a thrill to ride and potentially a serious force to be reckoned with. We love going fast and few bikers are able to keep up with us on a level surface. Downhill we approach speeds almost beyond reason and only the most serious riders on highly geared bicycles even come close to keeping up.
We rode hundreds of miles together and had a blast, but early on began to notice some stretching and slippage of the timing chain which got progressively worse until the timing chain was noticeably looser than when we purchased the bicycle. Over the course of any ride, it would repeatedly jump a cog or two until the front and back pedals were out of synchronization anywhere between a quarter to three quarters of a revolution. There’s a rhythm and sway to a tandem bicycle that we call swing. It’s a little difficult to describe but easily felt, and it only occurs when both riders are moving in synchronized harmony to maintain balance and speed. What we quickly discovered was when we were out of sync on the pedaling we lost our swing and a portion of our energy was wasted in battling each other. This negatively affected balance and power which translated to lower speeds and less enjoyment for our effort.
Earlier this spring we took our faithful tandem in for a complete tune up. When we got it back, the timing chain had been tightened and the drive gears and chains had been completely cleaned and lubricated. These elements combined with a dozen other minor tuning adjustments transformed our bicycle into a machine we had never experienced before. It seemed alive beneath us and fairly pulsed and surged with each revolution of the pedals now perfectly in sync…always in sync. With swing easily maintained and gears free from grime, we picked up our average speed by nearly 2 miles per hour without any additional effort.
We’ve marveled at the power and thrill and power of working in synchronous tandem and can’t help but draw a few parallels with life. What marriage wouldn’t benefit from a periodic tune up to ensure that both husband and wife are working in optimal synchronized harmony towards worthy goals? What life doesn’t benefit from a periodic good cleaning to remove the grime and extraneous elements which prevent each of us from reaching our full potential? What power and blessings would manifest in the lives of any and all willing to work in synchronous tandem with God and our Savior Jesus Christ in thought, word, and deed?
As we move into General Conference weekend may we avail ourselves of the opportunity to tune and clean our hearts and lives; may we bring them into synchronized harmony with God as we apply the words of inspired leaders; may we more fully experience the power and blessings of working in synchronous tandem with Christ to build His kingdom and further His work.
Bishop Parish
The Power of Tandem
Last year, near the end of summer, Leadelle and I purchased a used tandem bicycle built for two. The front rider on a tandem is generally the tallest of the riders and frequently called the “captain” or “pilot”. The captain controls the steering, braking, and gear selection while the rear rider, often called the “stoker”, sits directly behind the captain and functions as a source of additional power. Of necessity, there’s a linkage between the riders called the timing chain. This ensures that the pedals are synchronized so that the downward power stroke of each pedal rotation occurs simultaneously for both riders. The combination of twice the pedaling power on an apparatus lighter than the combined weight of two bicycles, and the fact that the captain nearly perfectly blocks the wind for the stoker makes a tandem a thrill to ride and potentially a serious force to be reckoned with. We love going fast and few bikers are able to keep up with us on a level surface. Downhill we approach speeds almost beyond reason and only the most serious riders on highly geared bicycles even come close to keeping up.
We rode hundreds of miles together and had a blast, but early on began to notice some stretching and slippage of the timing chain which got progressively worse until the timing chain was noticeably looser than when we purchased the bicycle. Over the course of any ride, it would repeatedly jump a cog or two until the front and back pedals were out of synchronization anywhere between a quarter to three quarters of a revolution. There’s a rhythm and sway to a tandem bicycle that we call swing. It’s a little difficult to describe but easily felt, and it only occurs when both riders are moving in synchronized harmony to maintain balance and speed. What we quickly discovered was when we were out of sync on the pedaling we lost our swing and a portion of our energy was wasted in battling each other. This negatively affected balance and power which translated to lower speeds and less enjoyment for our effort.
Earlier this spring we took our faithful tandem in for a complete tune up. When we got it back, the timing chain had been tightened and the drive gears and chains had been completely cleaned and lubricated. These elements combined with a dozen other minor tuning adjustments transformed our bicycle into a machine we had never experienced before. It seemed alive beneath us and fairly pulsed and surged with each revolution of the pedals now perfectly in sync…always in sync. With swing easily maintained and gears free from grime, we picked up our average speed by nearly 2 miles per hour without any additional effort.
We’ve marveled at the power and thrill and power of working in synchronous tandem and can’t help but draw a few parallels with life. What marriage wouldn’t benefit from a periodic tune up to ensure that both husband and wife are working in optimal synchronized harmony towards worthy goals? What life doesn’t benefit from a periodic good cleaning to remove the grime and extraneous elements which prevent each of us from reaching our full potential? What power and blessings would manifest in the lives of any and all willing to work in synchronous tandem with God and our Savior Jesus Christ in thought, word, and deed?
As we move into General Conference weekend may we avail ourselves of the opportunity to tune and clean our hearts and lives; may we bring them into synchronized harmony with God as we apply the words of inspired leaders; may we more fully experience the power and blessings of working in synchronous tandem with Christ to build His kingdom and further His work.
Bishop Parish
From Dad April 10, 2016
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Re: Letter 68 of 3
Dear Riley:
Ok, so it’s 9:40 PM and our last bit of company from the monthly birthday bash just left. It was held at our home on account of some remodeling underway at Grandma’s and Grandpa’s. What a pleasant evening surrounded by family. Now I’m rushing to write my letter to my missionary.
Last week was spring break and we took a couple days near the end to enjoy some family time away. Would you believe that the last time we visited Goblin Valley Elise was just a small baby and has no recollection of the adventure? So off to Goblin Valley we went. We camped about 7 miles outside of the park which was a great adventure. All the open space with few restraints was almost more than the kids could handle. We had a great time hiking around, sitting around a campfire, watching the stars, and piling into a huge tent. Josie was particularly intrigued by the concept of all being in the same room of the tent. The following morning we went into the park to explore the rock goblins. As we looked over the valley from the parking lot Josie remarked “Hey! Did they say we could climb on those?” I assured her that it was ok. She then turned to mom and asked “Will they really let us climb on those?” Leadelle confirmed that it was indeed allowed. To this Josie slowly shook her head in wonder and remarked “Well it’s a really good thing it isn’t furniture!” She spent the greater part of the day tearing all over, exploring and climbing, playing hide and seek…and standing in the line for the bathroom only to chicken out at the sight of a cavernous hole with a seat on top.. She had a ball and thoroughly exhausted herself. Poor Parker! I think he was missing a brother nearly as crazy as he is. Sisters are great, but a little too hesitant for his style. At one point, very close to the place you scared me to death years ago; he got up something he couldn’t get down without assistance. He was the only one who wasn’t ready to leave at the end of the day. For the most part, everyone all got along well and when we finally got back home, it seemed we had been gone for considerably longer than a couple days.
I’ve got bees again and they seem to be settling in well. I was missing the activity around the hive when I looked out the window, or worked in the garden. I finally planted the strawberry patch and given the age of the starts can expect some produce in a couple months. Still a lot of work to do, and I’m still getting up early each morning to knock out a few projects.
Sacrament meeting was wonderful and it was fascinating to watch the common thread that linked everything together. The Spirit was so strong, and there were several testimonies that touched on personal experiences regarding the location of most of the new temples that were announced. One particular story was told by KK who lived in Brazil during the early years of his marriage and served as branch president in Belem Brazil. He told of a man who had heard the missionaries’ message numerous times, but told them he simply wasn’t interested. He was extremely poor and was more concerned about day to day survival. Then one day, the missionaries came by to chat, and one of them happened to be carrying the Ensign magazine with a picture of the prophet on the cover. He asked who the man was, because he had a dream about him and knew he was a man called of God. When this good brother found out that this was the leader of our Church and that we considered him a prophet of God, he joined the church. He came to church and brought his family but couldn’t afford the bus fare, which was a few pennies, except for every other week. Yet when he did come, he always paid tithing and fast offerings. It was a sweet testimony and firsthand account of how the faith of members such as this man built the spiritual foundation upon which a physical temple will now be built in their city. There were a lot of tears in our meeting and I soaked through four tissues myself.
Well, time to sign off. I don’t want to miss you. I hope you got as much of a lift from conference as I did. Keep up the great work. The time will pass before you know it. No regrets!
Love,
Dad
Re: Letter 68 of 3
Dear Riley:
Ok, so it’s 9:40 PM and our last bit of company from the monthly birthday bash just left. It was held at our home on account of some remodeling underway at Grandma’s and Grandpa’s. What a pleasant evening surrounded by family. Now I’m rushing to write my letter to my missionary.
Last week was spring break and we took a couple days near the end to enjoy some family time away. Would you believe that the last time we visited Goblin Valley Elise was just a small baby and has no recollection of the adventure? So off to Goblin Valley we went. We camped about 7 miles outside of the park which was a great adventure. All the open space with few restraints was almost more than the kids could handle. We had a great time hiking around, sitting around a campfire, watching the stars, and piling into a huge tent. Josie was particularly intrigued by the concept of all being in the same room of the tent. The following morning we went into the park to explore the rock goblins. As we looked over the valley from the parking lot Josie remarked “Hey! Did they say we could climb on those?” I assured her that it was ok. She then turned to mom and asked “Will they really let us climb on those?” Leadelle confirmed that it was indeed allowed. To this Josie slowly shook her head in wonder and remarked “Well it’s a really good thing it isn’t furniture!” She spent the greater part of the day tearing all over, exploring and climbing, playing hide and seek…and standing in the line for the bathroom only to chicken out at the sight of a cavernous hole with a seat on top.. She had a ball and thoroughly exhausted herself. Poor Parker! I think he was missing a brother nearly as crazy as he is. Sisters are great, but a little too hesitant for his style. At one point, very close to the place you scared me to death years ago; he got up something he couldn’t get down without assistance. He was the only one who wasn’t ready to leave at the end of the day. For the most part, everyone all got along well and when we finally got back home, it seemed we had been gone for considerably longer than a couple days.
I’ve got bees again and they seem to be settling in well. I was missing the activity around the hive when I looked out the window, or worked in the garden. I finally planted the strawberry patch and given the age of the starts can expect some produce in a couple months. Still a lot of work to do, and I’m still getting up early each morning to knock out a few projects.
Sacrament meeting was wonderful and it was fascinating to watch the common thread that linked everything together. The Spirit was so strong, and there were several testimonies that touched on personal experiences regarding the location of most of the new temples that were announced. One particular story was told by KK who lived in Brazil during the early years of his marriage and served as branch president in Belem Brazil. He told of a man who had heard the missionaries’ message numerous times, but told them he simply wasn’t interested. He was extremely poor and was more concerned about day to day survival. Then one day, the missionaries came by to chat, and one of them happened to be carrying the Ensign magazine with a picture of the prophet on the cover. He asked who the man was, because he had a dream about him and knew he was a man called of God. When this good brother found out that this was the leader of our Church and that we considered him a prophet of God, he joined the church. He came to church and brought his family but couldn’t afford the bus fare, which was a few pennies, except for every other week. Yet when he did come, he always paid tithing and fast offerings. It was a sweet testimony and firsthand account of how the faith of members such as this man built the spiritual foundation upon which a physical temple will now be built in their city. There were a lot of tears in our meeting and I soaked through four tissues myself.
Well, time to sign off. I don’t want to miss you. I hope you got as much of a lift from conference as I did. Keep up the great work. The time will pass before you know it. No regrets!
Love,
Dad
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Since you've been gone... April 4, 2016
...we're focused on the big picture.
This was Parker's choice.
From Mom April 3, 2016
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Dear Riley,
We’ve concluded a wonderful conference weekend. I am actually standing while I type because my bottom is tired of sitting. But I am so grateful for the watchmen on the tower. Elder Cook shared with the members the reaction in Thailand a year ago as the temple was announced through Sis Senior’s words. To think you were part of that warmed my heart. And Elder Gong spoke this afternoon and I know he has toured your mission.
I hope you’re doing well and have had a good week. We are just starting spring break and after conference weekend, I find myself more relaxed than I likely should be. Like it will all hit me a little later. But tonight it just feels good to be calm. :)
The best thing of this week: I got TWO bikes in yesterday. Maybe that has me seat sore? Dad and I got up early and biked before conference yesterday morning. It was kind of chilly, the weather has been the last week. But we were headed for a clear, sunny day, so it was beautiful. We went out on the Murdock Canal, probably 20 miles round trip. We book. Then Cambry and Cameron decided to take a bike after the afternoon session. Elise, Aleah, and I decided to join them. I rode Cambry’s bike since she was riding mine. We probably biked 10 miles roundtrip. I had been the last to ride all the different bikes… tsssss.
The girls and I went out last night with the crowds shopping for stuff for the wedding. But the best thing we got was glitter-gold jelly shoes for Josie. Cambry wishes they made them for adults since she fondly remembers them as the most comfortable shoes she ever wore.
Dear Riley,
We’ve concluded a wonderful conference weekend. I am actually standing while I type because my bottom is tired of sitting. But I am so grateful for the watchmen on the tower. Elder Cook shared with the members the reaction in Thailand a year ago as the temple was announced through Sis Senior’s words. To think you were part of that warmed my heart. And Elder Gong spoke this afternoon and I know he has toured your mission.
I hope you’re doing well and have had a good week. We are just starting spring break and after conference weekend, I find myself more relaxed than I likely should be. Like it will all hit me a little later. But tonight it just feels good to be calm. :)
The best thing of this week: I got TWO bikes in yesterday. Maybe that has me seat sore? Dad and I got up early and biked before conference yesterday morning. It was kind of chilly, the weather has been the last week. But we were headed for a clear, sunny day, so it was beautiful. We went out on the Murdock Canal, probably 20 miles round trip. We book. Then Cambry and Cameron decided to take a bike after the afternoon session. Elise, Aleah, and I decided to join them. I rode Cambry’s bike since she was riding mine. We probably biked 10 miles roundtrip. I had been the last to ride all the different bikes… tsssss.
The girls and I went out last night with the crowds shopping for stuff for the wedding. But the best thing we got was glitter-gold jelly shoes for Josie. Cambry wishes they made them for adults since she fondly remembers them as the most comfortable shoes she ever wore.
My major accomplishment of the week was that I collected all the cute printed pictures from my stacks for Cambry’s wedding reception. I still have to scan them. But it was so sweet looking back on life. Oh you were adorable, Riley! All my kids were so adorable. So many good memories.
Josie is sick. She’s giving up her afternoon nap. I guess it’s time for kindergarten. :D She’s needed a lot of engagement and I’ve been distracted with planning and executing items for the wedding. Then Friday she found my diskman and put in The Muppets Frog Prince with headphones and it was the best day of the week to that point. Poor critter, needs to read.
Aleah survived 5th grade maturation, she didn’t quite die of mortification. She’s sick today and yesterday with a pesky cold. She was sucking wind on the bike last night. I held back all the way home and worked with her on shifting and her form; she rides her right foot way out on the pedal, like she’s afraid the chain will bite her. Therefore her leg pushes out at an angle rather than straight down, giving her less power. I’ve given her ADD drops because the Easter candy had her buzzing. They relax her immediately. Poor girl.
Elise was in high demand for babysitting this week, babysitting Thursday, Friday, was asked for Saturday (but got canceled), and tomorrow. She’s a favorite. She’s doing really well in school and really loves yearbook. Parker bought another galaxy s relay for parts for his phone. The spare phone still works, so he took Elise to the church parking lot and downloaded a texting app and tons of music and some games. She can text when she has wifi. She’s in heaven. Aleah lives vicariously, wanting to play the games all the time. Josie also feels a little entitled to the games. I haven’t looked into putting a SIM card in it, but it wouldn’t cost much to add to the plan. I don’t know. I just don’t see the need yet.
Parker has hope. He had an appointment with a different psychiatrist since he’d been seeing a child psychiatrist to this point and can’t now that he’s 18. This one was recommended by his counselor and they do a different approach. They took a DNA sample and there is a test that helps them project how he will respond to different medications. Plus he got up to a therapeutic dose of zoloft this week. Hopefully he’ll use spring break to catch up some with school. Hope is powerful.
Cambry’s engaged. And happy. School’s at high pressure point. But she’s not going to fail, so high pressure isn’t so high pressure. Cameron had an acapella jam this week. The group he sings with opened the concert and did really well. Man, that takes guts! I don’t have those kind of guts.
Dad’s feeling relaxed tonight. But don’t worry, all these off-Sundays always catch back up to him later. We listened to the beginning of the Priesthood meeting and Elder Nelson was cautioning the brethren that if they do not bring the power of the Priesthood into their lives, by living worthy of it, they will not be able to work the miracles their loved ones will depend upon. I said out loud that I could recommend Dad. Then Elder Nelson asked them how their wives and children would rate their worthiness. You’ve got a great dad, son, follow him.
Well I’m assuming you didn’t baptize Chaad’s family today. But tell me about your people over there. Why were the Johnsons up in your neck of the woods? And Kyle Bunker?
Josie is sick. She’s giving up her afternoon nap. I guess it’s time for kindergarten. :D She’s needed a lot of engagement and I’ve been distracted with planning and executing items for the wedding. Then Friday she found my diskman and put in The Muppets Frog Prince with headphones and it was the best day of the week to that point. Poor critter, needs to read.
Aleah survived 5th grade maturation, she didn’t quite die of mortification. She’s sick today and yesterday with a pesky cold. She was sucking wind on the bike last night. I held back all the way home and worked with her on shifting and her form; she rides her right foot way out on the pedal, like she’s afraid the chain will bite her. Therefore her leg pushes out at an angle rather than straight down, giving her less power. I’ve given her ADD drops because the Easter candy had her buzzing. They relax her immediately. Poor girl.
Elise was in high demand for babysitting this week, babysitting Thursday, Friday, was asked for Saturday (but got canceled), and tomorrow. She’s a favorite. She’s doing really well in school and really loves yearbook. Parker bought another galaxy s relay for parts for his phone. The spare phone still works, so he took Elise to the church parking lot and downloaded a texting app and tons of music and some games. She can text when she has wifi. She’s in heaven. Aleah lives vicariously, wanting to play the games all the time. Josie also feels a little entitled to the games. I haven’t looked into putting a SIM card in it, but it wouldn’t cost much to add to the plan. I don’t know. I just don’t see the need yet.
Parker has hope. He had an appointment with a different psychiatrist since he’d been seeing a child psychiatrist to this point and can’t now that he’s 18. This one was recommended by his counselor and they do a different approach. They took a DNA sample and there is a test that helps them project how he will respond to different medications. Plus he got up to a therapeutic dose of zoloft this week. Hopefully he’ll use spring break to catch up some with school. Hope is powerful.
Cambry’s engaged. And happy. School’s at high pressure point. But she’s not going to fail, so high pressure isn’t so high pressure. Cameron had an acapella jam this week. The group he sings with opened the concert and did really well. Man, that takes guts! I don’t have those kind of guts.
Dad’s feeling relaxed tonight. But don’t worry, all these off-Sundays always catch back up to him later. We listened to the beginning of the Priesthood meeting and Elder Nelson was cautioning the brethren that if they do not bring the power of the Priesthood into their lives, by living worthy of it, they will not be able to work the miracles their loved ones will depend upon. I said out loud that I could recommend Dad. Then Elder Nelson asked them how their wives and children would rate their worthiness. You’ve got a great dad, son, follow him.
Well I’m assuming you didn’t baptize Chaad’s family today. But tell me about your people over there. Why were the Johnsons up in your neck of the woods? And Kyle Bunker?
I told you I’d post the picture prints. But they’re still on my counter. Blah. I’m sorry.
We love you!
Love,
Mom
We love you!
Love,
Mom
From Dad April 3, 2016
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Re: Letter 67 of 3
Dear Riley:
The weather is beautiful right now and I’m enjoying the sounds and sights of spring through the open windows. We’ve thoroughly enjoyed General Conference and feel renewed, enlightened, and resolved to go forward trying a little harder to be a little better. A wonderful spirit permeates our home and I feel badly there are individuals who refuse to acknowledge the nobility of what just transpired over the past couple days or recognize the delicious fruits of the gospel. Shouting voices of descent during the sustaining of Church officers has become the new normal and stands in stark contrast to the unanimous votes in the affirmative of years past. President Monson looked and sounded stronger than he has in recent past conferences, but spoke only briefly for General Priesthood (5 min max) and the meeting only went 90 minutes rather than the customary 120 min. This morning he was our first speaker but once again was under 5 minutes. He announced four additional temples and reminded us that there are 27 temples currently under construction in addition to the 150 currently in operation. The prophecy that temples will dot the earth is being fulfilled in our lifetime. As I consider the content of this conference it seemed right in line with the issues I see as bishop that concern me. There was a lot of focus on marriage, family, temples, priesthood power as it relates to worthiness, and rescuing the lost sheep.
Tomorrow marks the first day of spring break. Spring brings a lot of initiative for me that quickly fades in the heat of summer. Right now I feel driven to get plants into the ground and work to beautify and improve the yard and home. I plan on getting up early each day to put in a couple hours of yard work before heading to work. I’m also considering taking some time off work while I’m on task to knock out a few projects. Tomorrow I plan on getting lettuce, cabbage, peas, and strawberries into the planters. We haven’t decided what or where yet, but will likely take some family time for an outing.
Cambry and Cameron are adorable together and things are progressing well toward June 3rd. In addition to immediate and extended family, we’ve been informed of up to 8 Indian friends who plan on being in attendance for the celebration. We’re excited to see our friends and family, and feel touched by their support.
Last week at work was the exciting culmination of many months of seemingly little progress on getting our double cone vacuum dryer up and running. In retrospect, I probably wouldn’t purchase a piece of European equipment again. Customer support is agonizingly inefficient, a handful of replacement parts were astoundingly expensive and four months in coming, everything on it is metric and specialty order (if at all available in the U.S.) and costs up to 5 times the amount of non metric equivalents. Some parts needed to be custom made in order to marry European to U.S. technology. I was told by someone that a general rule of thumb is that you will spend as much money getting equipment installed as you spent on purchasing it. This certainly applies in this instance. However, we have it powered, hooked up to heating and vacuum, and it’s a thing of beauty to behold, at least to someone who has a lot of time and money invested into getting it up and running… We just have a few instrumentation and control issues to address and I’ll feel confident in using it to dry our germanium. This means good bye to Pyrex drying trays. As for the reactors, they’re slightly behind the double cone, but truly should be fully functional within 6 weeks, provided I can get some badly needed instrumentation assistance. We have a good deal of work to do on some other equipment we’ve acquired, but it’s still nice when things come together quickly once a multitude of nearly imperceptible issues have been suitably addressed.
I should be getting my bee package this Friday. I’m a little excited and a little apprehensive of a repeat of last year. There are a host of forces working against bees that make the matter of bee keeping more difficult than meets the eye. One thing that prevents a multitude of ailments for a hive is to have a strong hive. I learned about the destructive power of wax moths on a weak hive and was grateful I at least didn’t need to deal with them. However, while tending my extra frames and honey super with drawn out comb I discovered they had been fully infested with wax moths through the course of last summer. Bummer! It’s just one more thing to manage and protect. I need to prepare the main hive to receive bees and hope it’s in better shape than my unused honey super.
My mantis tiller needed a carburetor rebuild this year. It was beginning to weigh heavily on me so I priced it out. Would you believe it’s a $100 now and a two week waiting period? Considering this unacceptable, I went online and found a $10 rebuild kit a few days out with free shipping. I took a couple hours one evening putting my kit to good use and tilled my garden with my refurbished tiller yesterday. That was extremely satisfying to say the least! If I don’t mind waiting for 1 to 2 months, rebuild kits are available for 3 dollars. I think I’ll order a few and have them on hand for future rebuilds. I also discovered it was oxygenated fuel that destroyed the diaphragms in my tiller, so spent some time searching for a local source of gasoline without ethanol. All the things they never taught me in school…
We’re looking forward to your letter and pray for your success and safety multiple times daily. The gospel and its fruits stand in sharp contrast to the world view and the destructive paths it promotes. Stay the course and keep the faith. There truly is no greater path to happiness than faith in and obedience to God, His son Jesus Christ, and membership in the gospel of Christ. Till next time.
Love,
Dad
Re: Letter 67 of 3
Dear Riley:
The weather is beautiful right now and I’m enjoying the sounds and sights of spring through the open windows. We’ve thoroughly enjoyed General Conference and feel renewed, enlightened, and resolved to go forward trying a little harder to be a little better. A wonderful spirit permeates our home and I feel badly there are individuals who refuse to acknowledge the nobility of what just transpired over the past couple days or recognize the delicious fruits of the gospel. Shouting voices of descent during the sustaining of Church officers has become the new normal and stands in stark contrast to the unanimous votes in the affirmative of years past. President Monson looked and sounded stronger than he has in recent past conferences, but spoke only briefly for General Priesthood (5 min max) and the meeting only went 90 minutes rather than the customary 120 min. This morning he was our first speaker but once again was under 5 minutes. He announced four additional temples and reminded us that there are 27 temples currently under construction in addition to the 150 currently in operation. The prophecy that temples will dot the earth is being fulfilled in our lifetime. As I consider the content of this conference it seemed right in line with the issues I see as bishop that concern me. There was a lot of focus on marriage, family, temples, priesthood power as it relates to worthiness, and rescuing the lost sheep.
Tomorrow marks the first day of spring break. Spring brings a lot of initiative for me that quickly fades in the heat of summer. Right now I feel driven to get plants into the ground and work to beautify and improve the yard and home. I plan on getting up early each day to put in a couple hours of yard work before heading to work. I’m also considering taking some time off work while I’m on task to knock out a few projects. Tomorrow I plan on getting lettuce, cabbage, peas, and strawberries into the planters. We haven’t decided what or where yet, but will likely take some family time for an outing.
Cambry and Cameron are adorable together and things are progressing well toward June 3rd. In addition to immediate and extended family, we’ve been informed of up to 8 Indian friends who plan on being in attendance for the celebration. We’re excited to see our friends and family, and feel touched by their support.
Last week at work was the exciting culmination of many months of seemingly little progress on getting our double cone vacuum dryer up and running. In retrospect, I probably wouldn’t purchase a piece of European equipment again. Customer support is agonizingly inefficient, a handful of replacement parts were astoundingly expensive and four months in coming, everything on it is metric and specialty order (if at all available in the U.S.) and costs up to 5 times the amount of non metric equivalents. Some parts needed to be custom made in order to marry European to U.S. technology. I was told by someone that a general rule of thumb is that you will spend as much money getting equipment installed as you spent on purchasing it. This certainly applies in this instance. However, we have it powered, hooked up to heating and vacuum, and it’s a thing of beauty to behold, at least to someone who has a lot of time and money invested into getting it up and running… We just have a few instrumentation and control issues to address and I’ll feel confident in using it to dry our germanium. This means good bye to Pyrex drying trays. As for the reactors, they’re slightly behind the double cone, but truly should be fully functional within 6 weeks, provided I can get some badly needed instrumentation assistance. We have a good deal of work to do on some other equipment we’ve acquired, but it’s still nice when things come together quickly once a multitude of nearly imperceptible issues have been suitably addressed.
I should be getting my bee package this Friday. I’m a little excited and a little apprehensive of a repeat of last year. There are a host of forces working against bees that make the matter of bee keeping more difficult than meets the eye. One thing that prevents a multitude of ailments for a hive is to have a strong hive. I learned about the destructive power of wax moths on a weak hive and was grateful I at least didn’t need to deal with them. However, while tending my extra frames and honey super with drawn out comb I discovered they had been fully infested with wax moths through the course of last summer. Bummer! It’s just one more thing to manage and protect. I need to prepare the main hive to receive bees and hope it’s in better shape than my unused honey super.
My mantis tiller needed a carburetor rebuild this year. It was beginning to weigh heavily on me so I priced it out. Would you believe it’s a $100 now and a two week waiting period? Considering this unacceptable, I went online and found a $10 rebuild kit a few days out with free shipping. I took a couple hours one evening putting my kit to good use and tilled my garden with my refurbished tiller yesterday. That was extremely satisfying to say the least! If I don’t mind waiting for 1 to 2 months, rebuild kits are available for 3 dollars. I think I’ll order a few and have them on hand for future rebuilds. I also discovered it was oxygenated fuel that destroyed the diaphragms in my tiller, so spent some time searching for a local source of gasoline without ethanol. All the things they never taught me in school…
We’re looking forward to your letter and pray for your success and safety multiple times daily. The gospel and its fruits stand in sharp contrast to the world view and the destructive paths it promotes. Stay the course and keep the faith. There truly is no greater path to happiness than faith in and obedience to God, His son Jesus Christ, and membership in the gospel of Christ. Till next time.
Love,
Dad