Friends and Family Days

Dear Friends and Family,

We're going through closets and all the stuff in them as we prepare rooms upstairs for paint and new carpet. Here's the latest discovery: 3 perfectly good vaporizers. We don't need three.

1.  We've had one here for years.

2.  The Professor bought another one when he was at Notre Dame.

3.  Sometime BN (before Notre Dame), he got up in the night here, unable to breathe, but couldn't find ours so he went to the store and bought another one. In the middle of the night!  (I can't really blame him for not waking me. I mean, which is easier? Going to the store or waking me to ask where the vaporizer is?  Do not answer that to my face, please.)

So, like I said, we don't need three. Anybody want/need one? If not, they'll go to DI.  Because we're on good terms with DI this month.

Love,
Nicea

Next up:  Hammers, screwdrivers (one can never have too many Phillips head screwdrivers), gloves, flashlights and other multiple purchases*. Amazing what you can find when you clean. Here's the success story of the summer so far: I found my favorite umbrella.  The red one.  It was in the bottom of my white purse.... IN THE LINEN CLOSET in the upstairs hallway!!!  I should have known it would be there, right? Because most people store their handbags with the sheets and pillowcases.

Love,
Nicea

*On the subject of purchases.  I'm pretty good at buying the occasional birthday/wedding/baby gift.  It's getting them into the hands of their rightful recipients that brings me down.  So, if your name is Megan or Brian, Jeff,  Max,  Rebecca (formerly Gilbert),  Melanie Elison**, or Annie (formerly Pinegar***) you might want to come over and pick up your gift.  It's taking up space. 
N.
 
**Sorry Ab.  We'll make it up to her when you come in September. 
***Melanie - This plant's gonna die.  Get over here!

Memorial Day Weekend - Part 2

Nevermind.

Memorial Day Weekend - Part 1

Mt. Timpanogos was there.  As always.  Firm.  Like the song says.

And so were some very special military people when we said goodbye to Papa on Friday.  He was 85.  We're told that only the best are selected to pay tribute to fellow soldiers at their final resting place.

They're dignified.  And solemn.  And the way they handle the flag!  The ritual makes me feel secure.

I wanted to salute them.  Like these men saluted Papa.  He had served in the Navy as a young man.

And this older soldier!  Such dignity!  I'm SURE he's part of the Greatest Generation.  But I'm afraid he might never know how much esteem we hold for him.  I really don't think there's a human way to communicate that to him.  Can we EVER adequately thank him (and his comrades) for everything?
He kinda looks like my dad.

They presented the folded-up flag to Fred.

These three granddaughters were present.  Blake came.

And little great granddaughter Perry, too.

She liked the chairs.