


In backward glances, I took my chances and said he was the one, now look at what I've done: one, two, three, four, five have come along... they've helped me write my greatest song.
In all my excitement of finishing my first official Christmas project of the season, I forgot to take a picture of it before Rich and I miraculously stuffed it into a large flat rate shipping box, which will explode when it's opened, like those pressurized biscuit cans do when you bang them on the counter. This is what the project was: a twin sized four-patch quilt made with fabric that I inherited from my mom when she passed away in May. I have five siblings, and divided the cloth into six color groupings. Each Christmas I'm going to give one of my siblings a quilt that I've made with my mom's fabric. She left two 18 gallon containers full. She sewed aprons and pillowcases and was an accomplished embroiderer. I'm sending it to my sister in Colorado today.

My personal alphabet of life doesn't have a "z" in it. When I go to bed at night I close my eyes and breathe. After two or three hours of just laying there, I start thinking about the national debt, Michael Jackson's mother getting custody of his children, who I'm going to vote for in 2012, and about my food storage little black bug infestation. This should explain why I've looked and acted like an "ombie" this past year. And why this is such a short post. And why I use such short sentences. And why I haven't posted very often.
I think I overheard Rich telling someone that he bought some miss-mixed oil base paint from some place around here for a really good deal. He was getting ready to paint some doors at one of our duplexes in Cedar City (you want to buy one?) and was getting the paint sprayer ready to go. We've had these folding chairs a coon's age since La Verkin city offices moved out of the "old white chapel" to a different office building. They had a yard sale and we (Rich) bought 22 of them. They used to say "La Verkin Third Ward" on the back. Lori and Kevin sanded them and Cesar helped Rich paint them. These chairs are now very nice looking and are READY TO PARTY! We are going to keep them in Kevin and Lori's basement instead of behind our back porch swing, and they won't collect cobwebs or dead leaves, and we won't have to wipe them off before we have parties. Our next party, by the way, will be the Friday and Saturday right after Labor Day. Mexican Food Potluck.

My parents, Wally & Nora married sixty years ago in Salt Lake City.
Their wedding reception was a week later in Taos, New Mexico at Visarriga's Dance Hall & Skating Rink in El Prado. Mom's brother, Tito and his new wife, Carmen also celebrated their marriage that night. My mom's sister, Lorraine (to the right of my dad) was a bridesmaid. (She borrowed my mom's wedding gown for her own wedding a few years later. I wore the same gown for my wedding in 1978. My uncle Ralph bought the gown for my mom.)

