Saturday, April 30, 2011
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
He would have absolutely loved the stories, the memories, the pictures, and especially the family gathered in fondness, tears and laughter.
The world is not the same without you, Robbie. Rest in peace.
Friday, April 22, 2011
(The Bailey Island Bridge pictured above is reportedly the only granite cribstone bridge in the world.)
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Learning about life around the turn of the 19th century and seeing people work in all of the old buildings--like the pottery shed, the blacksmith shop, and the one-room school house--was fascinating.
But not quite as fun as meeting the animals!
Or having a portrait taken with a few friends!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Really, what are the odds?
Julie and I now make a point of getting together when I'm visiting my parents, and it's especially nice because Jack enjoys hanging out with her four boys (he's plunk in the middle age-wise).
After yesterday's marathon adventure, today was a deliberately unscheduled day. Connecting with Julie and her family was the only thing on our official agenda.
Now for the shameless promotion. Julie (a writer) and Sally (an illustrator) are the creators of a series of books for kids ages 8-12 set at a school for disruptive boys. Funny, funny stuff. (Hmmm, wish I had a bookstore so I could sell them myself.)
After spending a few hours in Julie's house full of boys today, I can't imagine where she gets all her ideas!
Monday, April 18, 2011
I suppose I dragged Jack out of bed before he was really ready. But I was dying to share one of my favorite childhood memories with him: the Isaac Davis trail march, in which we hiked with the Acton Minutemen seven miles to the Concord Bridge, basically following the route they took in 1775.
Here is Jack at 6 a.m. You can see how he'd caught the vision of reliving my childhood.
I was especially excited to join the march this year because Steve, a high school classmate, was the captain of the Acton Minutemen. He's the guy in the lead. He did a great job captaining.
When we got to the bridge, the Minutemen fired their muskets three times in honor of the men from Acton who were the first to die in the battle with the British that day.
After lunch we went to the Hosmer house in Acton to pick up our scrolls, commemorating our participation in the trail march. They had all sorts of Revolutionary War era activities for the kids, including an entertaining and informative lesson on loading and shooting muskets taught by the Minuteman pictured with Jack here.
If that wasn't enough Patriots' Day patriotism to pack into our day, Jack and I headed to the North End of Boston with my sister Maryann to see the iconic statue of Paul Revere, sculpted by a favorite son of our hometown in Utah, Cyrus Dallin.
As an added bonus my nephew Tim and his wife Ashley met us in the North End for dinner. Italian, of course. You can imagine how hungry we were after our long morning hike and our traipsing around Boston, but honestly, we ate as if we'd actually run the Boston marathon.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Here is Jack at the church in Greenwich. (P.S.: He did a great job tying his own tie.)
The ceremony was beautiful. The whole wedding party did a wonderful job supporting the bride and groom. I was especially proud of the three-year-old ring bearer, cousin Boone, who did not have to resort to the plan B his parents came up with after a challenging rehearsal. He made it down the aisle just fine without his mom.
Here is Jack with the flower girls, cousins Abby and Jessie.
In the car yesterday, Jack told me that his dad instructed him to say “yes” and politely oblige if Abby or Jessie ask him to dance at the reception. He ended up having a lot of fun on the dance floor.
Here is Jack with the bride, Lillan.
She looked beautiful and happy today. I think she’s married a man who loves her and will be a good husband to her. One of my favorite moments was watching her father wipe away a few tears as he watched his youngest daughter dance with his new son-in-law.
I’m very glad Jack (and I) got to go to a wedding today.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
We kept track of some of our unusual experiences, like driving through snow flurries on the way to the airport and seeing a group of veterans welcoming back soldiers while we waited in the security line.
We met lots of nice people, like a grandma who was flying home to Pittsburgh after visiting grandchildren in Orange County and a grandma who was flying from her home in Orange County to visit grandchildren in Massachusetts. The man we shared a row with from Salt Lake to Phoenix was a Southwest Airlines shareholder. He thanked us for flying Southwest and said, “full planes are very good for stock prices.” The woman we shared a row with from Phoenix to Manchester is married to a man who once worked as a brakeman for the Silverton-Durango railroad. While we waited at the gate in Salt Lake we chatted with UVU's long-distance track coach. He'd have been pleased to know that we later met several people who were heading to Boston to run the marathon on Monday.
We talked to a very nice shopkeeper in Phoenix who sold us an awesome present for Uncle John’s birthday tomorrow (shhh!). I will say this much: she told us she almost quit when they started stocking gigantic hairy tarantulas in the shop.
We took advantage of family restrooms at the airports. The family restroom is the best invention for moms traveling alone with their sons who are increasingly embarrassed about being dragged into ladies’ rooms.
By far the most amazing family/special needs restroom we used was in the Phoenix airport. Not shown in this photo was the chaise where Jack relaxed while he waited for me to use the facilities, which were hidden behind the privacy wall in the photo. And check out the shower!
The thought that kept Jack going all day was getting to meet his aunt Maryann's cat named Squirrel. We settled in well after midnight, and Squirrel made a point of sniffing him from head to toe. Welcome to my house, she said.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 09, 2011
Friday, April 08, 2011
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Tonight was another epic fail.
It was a simple project. Really. All I needed to do was tape a stencil of my last name onto our 9 x 13 Pyrex pan, glop some etching goop on it, wait a while, then rinse it off. Inexplicably it didn't take. Or maybe I'm just cursed when it comes to crafting.
This time, though, I laughed.
Having our name etched on our baking pan is a brilliant idea. I wouldn't have to use masking tape and a marker to label it when I make up a batch of funeral potatoes anymore.
The nice neighbor who organized the project said she will help me try again tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
- The phone rang before my alarm went off this morning. Grrr. (A possible contributor to my fog-filled brain?)
- I got to drive my neighbor's Cadillac again. While I was adjusting the rear view mirror, I accidently pushed the OnStar button. I've never talked to an OnStar operator before. She was very nice.
- I stopped by the local art museum and met several people bringing their submissions for the Spring Salon, an annual juried exhibition showcasing pieces by Utah artists. I understand it's quite competitive. It's consistently a good show.
- Someone called me to schedule an appointment for a background check polygraph test next week.
- I missed hanging out with Jack at bedtime like I usually do because I was in the middle of grading a big stack of papers. Which I need to get back to. Now.