Saturday, January 26, 2013

Life is hard and then...

... yes, you die.  Then they throw dirt in your face.  Then the worms eat you.  Be grateful it happens in that order.

Though I say that first sentence on occasion, none of the above originates with me.  No doubt because it's a truth that's been going on a lot longer than I've been around.  One of my Dad's favorite scriptures was about Job (19:26-27):  "And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:  Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me."

Had a very nice birthday a couple of weeks ago.  And now I'm the age my mom was when she died.  I remember Daddy commenting later that day that she'd lived a long and full life ... considering the seriousness of her health issues.  And considering how often she threw caution to the wind (I though to myself) as she skipped meals and burned the midnight oil on various projects.  Church projects, of course.  And I remember him reminiscing about people being concerned that he wanted to marry her because diabetics didn't fair very well in those days.  He asked his father what he thought, and he said life would be a challenge regardless, and so my Dad would just know in advance what some of theirs would be.

Doorbell rang late morning,
and I discovered the delivery person had trucked through the snow
to hand me this from Jewel and family.
(I always wait until the warmest part of the day, if I have a choice,
or until the snow stops or at least slows, before I shovel.)
This was the perfect size.  I shared a bit of it with Rawlinsons when I went there for dinner on Sunday,
but otherwise, I ate every bit of deliciousness in the several days it stayed nice and fresh.
 Mailman came that afternoon, bringing with him an envelope from Grant's family,
lots of pictures and artwork, including Hazel's first school picture.
Hazel attends all-day Kindergarten at a magnet school which focuses on sciences
(if I remember correctly).
 Which reminds me that my grandkids are growing up, darn their hides!
Here's Hayden and Raygen, deep in techno-Heaven one recent Sunday evening.
Here's a picture from days gone by - a visit to Houston.
And another visit to Vegas.
And Hazel and Hayden visiting me.

I did do a bit more birthday celebrating over the course of the next week:
dinner with my neighbor at Winger's, dinner at Red Lobster with my friend
headed to Madrid on a mission (she called me yesterday, all excited, just landed,
and she chatted for 15 minutes - so it's a good thing her husband left her well off!),
and lastly, breakfast with two friends from the old neighborhood.

Next celebration coming up:  Hayden's birthday and then his baptism!
(And best wishes to Jewel who speaks in Sacrament meeting tomorrow.)