To Burn

at our Provo High School 45th Reunion tomorrow night.  Explanations later . . .

Late Throwback Tuesday -- 1960

When it rains, it pours.

We had another of Gary's cousins pass away last week.  Alene Hone.  That is just a short time after his cousin Paul.

Then Gary's sister had a freak accident and fell into a crawl space at her son in Oregon's home.  She shattered her leg.  If she had the surgery up there, she would have to stay for a couple of months, so she (very painfully) flew home and had the surgery last week.  Now she is in a rehab center here in Orem for at least a month.

Then Richard has not been doing well and is in a facility where they can monitor him and his medications closely.   This is so hard.

The inspirational message from Paul's funeral was that anytime anything went wrong, Paul didn't get angry, but he would just ask "Well, did you learn anything from it?" or "What did you learn?"  All of the kids basically said the same thing.   A great way to approach life.

At Alene's funeral each of her 6 boys basically said that her love was unconditional, but that she didn't let them make excuses.  She would say, "You know what you need to do, so do it."

I can learn a lot of life lessons from funerals.  It makes me wonder what my one remembered phrase would be.  Maybe, "Keep Calm and Eat a Cupcake?"

Tried some new

Dishes today.  Yummy.

Just because

I love this picture.

Grandfather Clock

Every time I've looked at my grandfather clock the last few years, I've felt sad.  It hasn't worked, and the weights were jammed.  Dad built it, and I love it, which was why I was sad.

A few times I've played around with fixing it, but to no avail.  Finally on Saturday, I decided to get serious about it and give it one more try. In fact, it was almost a challenge in my mind that if I could get it working that it was a message from mom and dad.

I pulled up instructions on the Internet, and basically troubleshooted by changing the weights, bending the pendulum, etc. -- all along figuring that the worst thing I could do was break it more and have to call a repairman-- which I was going to have to do anyway since it hadn't been working for years. 

Well, I feel loved, because now it is working. The chimes are erratic, but just having the mechanism work lifts my heart.  I'll deal with syncing up the chimes later, but for now I just love watching the pendulum swing and hearing the rhythmic tick-tock. 

Thank you. 

Goodbye

Bee and beehive decor.