Monday, June 30, 2014
And as we were about ten miles down the road, I realized I'd forgotten my camera on the breadbox in the kitchen. I had the charger and all, but no camera.
Then about two hours into the trip, I realized that the pictures I'd taken at a real estate appointment I'd driven from the lake back to Minneapolis for? And then returned to the lake?
Were on the camera, and I needed them for a report to be filled out in the morning.
Oh, only unprintable language applies.
The idea of five MORE hours of driving to retrieve the camera? Noooo. It made me weak.
I thought I could contact the seller's friend and retake the pictures with a different camera, but that's stupid and embarassing.
Then I remembered John may have his laptop up there. He could maybe work magic.
He did have it with him, and he did perform magic. At bedtime the photos arrived by email, praise God.
And these are some of the reasons I'm so glad it's now and am so happy for the magic of technology--like Jay was able to email me the pictures he'd taken with his phone over the weekend.
Anyway, those six little rowdies in a row at the top? Just looking at the picture makes me laugh.
Good night. love always, Val
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Here's dad and a grandchild blowing out candles:
Thank you for the laughs, the lessons,the meals, the prayers, the college money, the financial safety net, the encouragement and for upholding all of us as we sort life out and struggle through the rough spots.
You were never a very strict dad or prone to rules. But you did know brats from good kids, and a well told story could impart a lot if the listeners had ears to hear.
Like the day Grandpa told you that he'd seen some real bad-acting kids in town and you and Wes pondered on who it could have been? What kids had you guys even run into in town? Then you realized he meant YOU TWO.
Yeah. Even to the point some anecdote would be shared and I'd feel concerned enough to ask Mom: "Is he trying to slip me a message??"
"Oh gosh, I don't think so!" Well. I'm not sure.
And yet the time John wanted to you to go down to the basement with him so he could shoot the cap gun, and you said you weren't interested because he'd probably shoot you--and John answered, "Oh I would only shoot you in the feet because you're OLD." (You were 41.)
Thank you for believing in us and loving us.
This whole family loves you SO MUCH. love forever, Val and EVERYBODY, hey.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
It's always beautiful there. A summer day like this one? Yes.
A day in the fall? Stunning.
Winter? Yeah, breathtaking.
Those are my kids, trooped down the cornfield to show the grandkids some cows.
People smoked a lot back in the day. Anyway, he could light a match on the walls inside the outhouse. (It was lined with tar paper.)
Well, they haven't had that in a long time. You gotta have a lighter. Plus nobody smokes really anymore.
They are still the same wonderful aunt and uncle they've been my whole life with a herd of grandkids who are great and facebook helps all us cousins keep in touch.
(I love facebook for reasons like that.)
He nodded, "True."
I added, "Some days."
We laughed. Oh yeah, Joe can piss off a sister in law like nobody's business. That's why that video of Beyoncé's sister taking a swing at JZ had me laughing my head off. (What did he SAY to her?) You know there's a story there.
Best wishes, you guys.
Happy Anniversary, and love always, Val and EVERYBODY
They brought along this game, Mall Madness, which was fun, though a little confusing as games are, especially when the instructions are explained by children.
Jay's not big on shopping at the mall anyway, and he got more and more aggravated and cantankerous as the game went on until finally even though he won, he stomped off.
In the morning we went to the fishing museum in Hayward.
That's the big fish with a stairway inside and viewing tower out the mouth.
It was a lovely, lovely day and it's fun that they're so adult-like and easy.
I mean, we knew there are bears around, but we've never seen one before.
And tonight we were back in town so we could go downtown and listen to jazz--my sales manager plays piano. And now it's the end of the night.
Perfect, beautiful June. love always, Val, aka MOM