Friday, September 26, 2014

Swimming in the Great Salt Lake

Last weekend, Erica asked me if I'd like to go swimming in The Great Salt Lake with her.  I thought that sounded really icky.  Over the years, I've come to think of The Great Salt Lake as a fly-infested swamp.  Luckily, I blurted out, "Yes, I'll go."

She drove us to Antelope Island to a pristine beach and an endless view of blue sea and sky.  My blood pressure dipped way down and all anxieties of the morning disappeared.

We floated floated floated.  There were no flies.  They were on holiday.  We floated in the sun.  The water was warm.  We floated in a world of blue.  Nothing mattered except floating.  It was mind altering.

I'm going to continue doing this for the rest of my life.

And about the rest of my life:  I've decided to begin a list of things I do in my seventies that Mother didn't do.

Thank you, Erica, for getting me started.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

My sister Janie came to town

Does Janie's head look particularly large here?

I won the Golf game for the second month in a row.

My sister Janie came from Seattle this last weekend (you might have noticed the rise in energy and light in the Salt Lake Valley for those few days).  On Friday night we had dinner outside at Teddy's house to   celebrate our parents' 73rd wedding anniversary, and also the five birthdays in our family beginning with August 29th to September 23rd.

My parents liked having sex in January.

Janie is the woman who takes all the photos in our family.  She makes us line up or stoop over or hold up Golf scores (2nd photo), and then we all say, "Will you send me a copy of that?"  She does.

She emailed me several photos, but I look fat in most of them, and I'm not that much of a masochist.

Besides dinner at Teddy's, the sisters also had a middle of the month card night at Judy's.  Janie is the ultimate competitor when it comes to game playing.  I will never play Monopoly again with her.  There's no point.  She ALWAYS wins.

So it was a surprise when I won the Golf game.  She came in second.  The universe was on my side, as it often is, but not necessarily with Golf.

She and her husband, alphabet letter, do volunteer work with Mormon missionary housing, which means they have to visit the missionaries in their apartments.  She was really excited to tell us that they always bring them a gift of Folex carpet stain remover.  She said the missionaries loved it.   I can imagine Janie being excited about stain remover, but not 20-year olds.  If I were twenty, I'd be wondering why she hadn't brought brownies.

I can imagine Janie's enthusiasm spilling over into young missionary minds, so they actually think that Folex is a great gift.  She's quite sparkling.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

High Tea for the old lady

 When I see photos on a blog that look like the photos I'm about to post, I always want to slash my wrists, because I'm sure that others live more perfect lives than I do.

So I want you to know that one of these beautiful women below called another one a "lard butt" in the car on the way home.

Does that put our lives in perspective?

It was Erica's idea to have tea at The Grand America with just the girls for my birthday.  Lovely, lovely, lovely.

A few days later, Rian announced that she had bought a new dress from Anthropology for the occasion.  This put the rest of us in a tizzy.  Maybe we hadn't given enough thought to our clothing.  I went out and bought a new jacket and ended up not wearing it.  Erica said she tried on everything in her closet.

High tea carries so much pressure with it.

It was like playing grown up.  So grand. So fun.  We've planned the next one for after Christmas when more "girls" will be in town.  Rian said the only way it would have been better is if the Queen herself had been there.

Speaking of lard butt.

I've been looking at this photo for twenty-four hours.  Kisses to you all.

Grandaughters: Rian, Murgatroyd and Anne  (Missing: Samantha, Katelyn and Sally)

The waiter wanted to know if Anne was a celebrity.  She said, "No, we always bring along our own photographer."

Who would name a lovely child, Murgatroyd?
I stole this  and other pics from Anne's blog (

Tom's photo of Sarah
Anne took this shot of her mother, Erica

Rian set the standard
Anne, Anne, come quick as you can.  There's a talking fish in the frying pan!

Happy Birthday to me.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

When the electricity goes out

Being an overly anxious person, I worry about the big earthquake.  I worry about not being immediately killed by a mountain falling on me or being slurped up by the earth.

I worry about living without electricity.

Once in awhile, this anxiety leads me to buy some useful product just in case.  Clothes dryer  doesn't work anymore?  Ha!  I have a clothesline and clothes pins.  

Dishwasher doesn't work?  Ha.  I have dish soap!

No laptop?  Ha.  I have books.

Here's a list of things that might be really useful after the big quake:

1.  A burro
2. A milk cow
3. chickens
4. A Spring bar tent.
5. A good sleeping bag(s)
6. A compass
7. An autoharp or an accordian
8. A 500 lb. stash of chocolate chips
9. An axe
10. A wheelbarrow
11. A shovel.  Latrine anyone?
12.  And, of course, lip gloss.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Ann Cannon and I try to show you our depressed faces while eating Indian food today

"Where are we supposed to look?"

"I'm looking up here."

"I'm still looking up here."

Impossible to be depressed on camera

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Trip to Brigham City

Here I am in my birthday shirt (Thank you, Janie, it's perfect) and my birthday Fiat.  I decided to drive 65 miles north to Brigham City and buy peaches.  Tom had a model coming, and I don't like to be in the house on model days and hear giggling coming from the basement.  Why do they giggle?

I've always liked Brigham City, but today it seemed even prettier and well cared for.  I thought it was the kind of town where you might stay and live awhile, but I think that about every place I go.  I like to try on places like clothes.

Anyway, after I bought the peaches I decided I wanted to eat lunch, but not at Maddox, which had a full parking lot, but in the center of town at the Idyl Isle Cafe, open since 1921, the year my mother was born.  The second I spotted it, I knew it was the place.

They served a fabulous sausage and kale soup.  In fact, I can't get it out of my head.  I should have bought a quart of it to take home.  I also had a BLT but turned down dessert, knowing I would have peaches and cream the minute I got home.

But here's the thing:  I get on the internet and find out that the Idle Isle Cafe is known for its Idleberry Pie.  I mean, it's on these national foodie lists.  Why did the waitress not say something.  "You're not having Idleberry pie?  Are you crazy?"

I was just telling Tom about this serious misadventure.  He couldn't stand it and left me to go get a berry pie and vanilla ice cream.  He said we'd both go to Brigham City next week and try the Idleberry pie.  

Brigham City in September is always a good idea

Friday, September 12, 2014

Birthday donuts

Thank you all for the birthday wishes.  We had no cake, but my sister left Dunford donuts on my porch and Emily left Ghiradelli Intense Sea Salt Soiree.  Who needed cake?

I shared them on the front porch with Maxwell and Harrison when they dropped to give birthday wishes.

Tom and I  celebrated by having dinner at the Road Island Diner in Oakley with Bill and Christine.  Bill also has a September 11 birthday.  He's a year older than I and prepares me for what's coming.  Next year, I'll be deaf.

Christine gave me the best present: Poo Pourri and then had us watch the ad on her iPhone  See it here:

No more smelly poops.  It's a miracle!