Beneath the Wraps

            I don ’ t know why I didn ’ t post these pictures before.  Four months after snowmagedden Richard ordered a backup generator that would work on its own rather than our having to “ jump start ” every eight hours.  Though it had been ordered in August of 2019 it wasn ’ t delivered to us until October.  It had been left next to the carport as the equipment for unloading was too tall to fit under the carport.  It took Jaime, Richard and I two days to push it from the carport entrance to where it sits today.             Evidently there was some kind of vehicle crash that caused the power to go out sometime last night.  When I checked early this morning there were over 300 (about a tenth of MC population) but the number continued to go down and this was about 5:30 this morning: I would have not known except I heard the generator.  I ’ m certain the whole neighborhood can hear our ge...

        I just read my brother ’ s latest post in which he mentions paying fees towards a park that he never uses.  It is annoying paying fees for something in which you don ’ t feel a part.  For example there are many paying taxes for schools when they have no children.  Those who reside in Myrtle Creek pay taxes on a small airport.  I remember a man complaining about it. At the time I didn ’ t even realize there was an airport in Myrtle Creek.  And though it ’ s true that no commercial planes will ever land here, and I will never personally train to fly, I do reap benefits of having an airport so close to my house as I had mentioned in this post .         My brother took a picture of himself at the park – I don ’ t know from the photo how big the park is or if there is a playground or walking trail available.  If so, I would think that it has the potential of being a good source of giving children or walkers a pl...

               There are so many things I miss about my flip phone.  No accidental butt dials.  Not that I can actually butt dial as my touch screen is so LARGE that it will NOT fit into a human pocket.  Often it is too big for the provided pocket that comes with totes especially designed for the cell phone.  NOT my cell phone.           My last phone was an Easyfone which totally lives up to its name.  Turn it on and it is ready to go.  No waiting for the forces of nature to connect to cyberspace even though I don ’ t have all the so called cool features as apps and the internet.  Unwanted ads.  I already get that through texting – Thank you very much.  Never got the ads through my cell phone – not even Trump ’ s important message that went out to most cell phone owners.  Not me.  It was great.         I ...

         We have contacted landscapers throughout the years but have never been able to afford the asking price.  The last bid was at 8,000.  Uh, that ’ s twice the amount I was willing to go – though I thought it was still too high.  Since then Richard has been watching DYI videos on what we can do.          While we were watching the DYI landscape videos, we heard our censors go off to indicate that perhaps there was more presence than just the turkey in our yard. Two youth were at the door announcing that they were willing to do some landscaping work.   I let Richard know.   He ended up hiring the kid who said he would replace our pipe hose for 50 dollars.   That ’ s a lot of work for only 50 dollars – but Richard accepted his offer.   No written contract.   No credentials.   The kid is a high school drop-out.   But he did it.         He weed wa...

Father s’ Day seemed to be a big deal in the last ward that I had come from.   Our first Sunday in Myrtle Creek shortly happened to be Father’s Day.   I don’t recall Father’s Day being mentioned.   The last couple of years the primary children (and our number is dwindling – count of 7 today) have been singing either Mothers’ Day or Fathers’ Day (depending on the month) in sacrament meeting.   Before it was in either RS or Priesthood.   Neither one of them were incorporated into a program.   Today we heard the first Fathers’ Day I’ve heard given in this ward.   As we were on the way to Church Jai reminded us of this comic routine.   Very appropriate.  Tony called to wish Richard a happy  Fathers’ Day and the three kids sang him (well, one sang, one echoed and the other was just there)  Happy Father's Day and Happy Juneteenth.  

  Though not necessarily today – it had to be done.  Still isn ’ t complete, but it has now become a family project that will need our attention – especially if Richard thinks he ’ ll have to watch TV. I have been aware for some time that we would need to go through our evacuation bags – in the event that we will need them.   Richard has packed them so full that they are so heavy – especially his as he has extra items – such as a square pan.   Though small, it still makes it a challenge for closing the bag.   Also heavy.   So it has at least two purposes.   Cooking or a weapon for clobbering – should we feel the need. We were looking for something specific but as long as two of them were open I thought I would pull out everything!   Why in the world do we feel the need for that many clothes?   Why not make a separate piece of luggage JUST for clothes?   Though that would not work if we are not all together.   Jai will be m...

  I feel like it is a safe guess to say that my family has been to Yellowstone at least 15 times from the time I was born and up until my father ’ s death.     I remember fires having closed Yellowstone Park – but never flooding.   This weather has been so strange. I know that I mentioned how tired I get each time the wind blows.   I don ’ t know why it has sent me into a coma so often – like I ’ m taking sleeping pills that knock me out into another week.   The fact that it really does happen is strange.   I also get hot whenever it rains.   When I am sound asleep and the rain is pounding on the roof, it is not the sound that wakes me up.     It is the rising temperature in my body.   Why does it do that?   Why would I get hot when the rain itself is so cold?   That is also strange.   I never referred to the summer as “ fire season ” until I mov...