It's been two weeks so quite a bit to catch up on. We are
settled in to the RV and we love it! The dynamics of the number of people has
changed drastically. We are now up to twenty with one more coming tonight. We
found out that the one more couple that is scheduled to come is a good friend
of Dads from high school and was from my good old Parleys Second Ward - Steve
Schauerhammer and his wife, Sue.
The last time I shopped at Costco they were doing food
samples of pot stickers and "Indian Samosas" so I decided to do a
"far eastern" themed meal. It included sweet sticky rice steamed in
banana leaves served with guava slices and coconut milk (purchased at Costco
also). Everyone was at least "polite" about it - except the father of
this family. His verbal abuse that it was the "worst" meal I had ever
served him continued into the night when he told me I would be lucky if no one
called the Health Department and reported me for trying to poison them all.
That was just before he fixed himself a bowl of grapenuts to try to counteract
the deleterious effects!
This morning he was telling me about his night of
"vivid" dreams and still blaming last nights meal.
I guess I'm going to stick to meatloaf, chili, sloppy joes
and barbecups. After all, I am nothing but a dutiful, supportive wife.
The weather has been windy with liquid-sunshine; the
Trillium have passed through its white and pink cycles, are now are purple and
fading. Our Elk heard has moved up higher into the mountains but we had seen
signs of a bear and then last week one senior elder saw two bear cubs
frolicking in the meadow when he was out for his evening walk. He was smart
enough to not stick around to see the mother.
There is lots of work to get ready for our season to begin
very soon - the hides are being put on the tepees, the climbing wall and rope
swings are being tested for safety and over 50 "biffies" are being
pumped, cleared of cobwebs and winter living quarters for all kinds of small
animal life from mice to flying squirrels (really) (now that could lead to a
real nightmare) and stocked with TP. Note: not too much at one time because
that would lead to inappropriate use of said TP- so each Buffy has to be
"checked" and stocked at least three times a day. Dad is NOT excited
about this being his regular assignment should (more like when) it come. Or it
could be to actually go to each Buffy and pump it out each morning-for sure
he'll get some of that duty.
When we were in SLC to get the motorhome, while shopping at
Camperworld I fell in love with something I just had to have!!! The color was
pinkish-purple, had three wheels and a ding-a-ling bell! I begged for it for
Mother's Day and "he" refused - imagine that! The next day, after
much quiet-harrassment - he agreed that I could get it - but I had to use my
"own" money from what remained in the dwindling fun account. I was so
excited!!! It has been great - both fun and useful to get back and forth. I
have ridden it every day except the day that the worlds fanciest-bicycle-lock
became disfunctional and had to be "cut off".
(Go figure) Anyway - I'm determined to prove Mr. Bah-humbug
wrong and that I will use it more successfully than I did the last bicycle
(powder-blue-Townie with front basket rack - remember). I will admit I have
been in one accident but it honestly wasn't my fault. The young elders were
vying for my attention, each promising to "FIX" my handlebars and
after they all were tired of "fooling with it" they left them not
tightened. Unknowingly, I jumped on the next morning and just as I got up
enough speed to start up a small hill, the handlebars went CRAZY and I crashed
into a fence. Luckily the fence was there, or I would have ended up in the
pond. I scrapped my knuckles and bruised my arm but mostly bruised my pride. I
mean - really! How can an old lady go
wrong with a tricycle?
Don't worry about me because
I'll just be Cookin'
- meatloaf and Grandma Kenney's meatballs.
Love, Mom
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