Winter Picnic at a Cemetery

Most of this blog was written last winter but never finished. I hope the “wintry” thoughts and pictures will cool your very warm June weekend.

The most un-spontaneous woman I know (me) proposed a spur of the moment activity to her husband this past January.

A friend called us one Tuesday morning with an interesting project. She has recently retired and decided to begin her application to the D.A.R. She had lived in the Elko area for several years but moved away about 12 years ago. She was looking for snapshots showing her great-grandfather’s tombstone standing in the Tuscarora Cemetery. Her snapshots have disappeared and she was wondering if
Dean and I would like to make a little outing to Tuscarora some time.

The sun was shining that Tuesday and we had nothing specifically scheduled for several hours—don’t snicker, retired folks to have busy schedules at times. So, I said, “Dean, let’s go to Tuscarora, try to find the right tombstone and take a picture. Then have a picnic in the snow.”

Here is what we found:

 Hope the snowy scenes help soothe

the heat. (We ate our "picnic" in the

truck, not on the snow)

Promise Kept

I said I would write a blog every Friday—and I meant it. Yikes! The problem is, I never know how I’m going to feel when I get up in the morning (is that an excuse or what). I just read Deception by Randy Alcorn and his main character expressed so well my feelings regarding morning. “The problem with morning is that it comes before coffee.”

Now I happen to be writing this early Friday evening so you would think that “morning” would have no bearing on writing this blog. The problem is my coffee this morning didn’t do anything for me in the energy department. Two naps didn’t help either! Maybe I’m anemic.

I think I will insert a picture of my flowers in this blog. That way you won’t just have black print to look at. As I write, I can even see how flowers could be used as an example of “promises kept.” Seems like God has stuck a promise in the bulb of an iris, for example. At the right time, the bulb pops open and green leaves poke through the ground. Eventually, there is a stem among those leaves that may support two, three, or even four buds that open into absolutely gorgeous flowers. Promise kept!

I don’t have a slick segue into a farewell so will close with the encouraging words a cousin sent to Dean today. “Keep your chin up and your feet under you.”

Hello Again

It’s time for me to endeavor to write a weekly blog again. Much has happened since I last wrote, including Christmas in Ft. Worth, April in the Midwest for Brian’s birthday and May with a lung cancer diagnosis for Dean.

He has had one round of chemotherapy (three days worth) and managed to weather it pretty well--PTL! He is noticing being tired more often with some possible additional joint pain, but his coughing has decreased dramatically. We are trying to live our lives as much like before as possible.  Case in point is the picture I am inserting below.

Guys at church asked Dean to ride with them last Saturday to Taylor Canyon (on the way to Tuscarora). So Dean on his Honda got to ride with the Big Boys on their Harleys  In all of his years of motorcycle riding, Dean said he had never ridden on a trip with a bunch of guys so it was a memory maker for him. Thank you guys!

My goal from this point on is to write a blog each Friday. That means even with trips to SLC for chemo, we should be back home. Hope I can think of something worthwhile to write.