May 7th, 2007

I’m just not functioning up to par today. Nicole will soon be here and I’m hurrying to get done in one hour the things I should have done this morning.

I’m still doing dishes from yesterday. We had another big Stirland meal.
The food was the same fattening menu we always manage to cook. The Burr’s were here until about 9:00. Kort and Craig came, as did David and his family. Bob and Tommy come every Sunday. We missed all of you. We went for a walk down to the old sheds. The boys managed to find a few remnants from their past.

We had a great day going to the temple with Brad. You would never know it was his first time there. It was another wonderful family experience. After the temple we had pizza at Metcalf’s. The girls shopped and I came home with David and the Burr boys. (interesting conversation with Steven)

The left over food from yesterday is still in my fridge. It is tough to diet
when there is a bowl of pasta salad still here. Last week I dieted the entire week and only (gained) one pound. Now I’ve got to start all over again.

My yard is progressing slowly. I haven’t seen Bruce since Friday. It’s a touchy situation. What he has done so far is impressive. The comments from everyone are varied. Michelle thinks I’m losing my good judgment. David won’t really commit. Thank goodness Kort walked in and said,
“Mom, your front yard is great”. That gave me hope . My ultimate goal is to improve my home so that it will sell well. The yard should help.

I’m talking at the “old folks” home tomorrow for R.S. My talk will be about the little stove Cindy found on the internet. All my life I have mourned for the loss of the stove that I got for Xmas when I was about four. I cooked little biscuits in the oven and fried eggs on the burner. When I got married my treasured stove disappeared from my keepsake box I had carefully packed away. For over seventy years I have dreamed about the stove. When I opened the box Christmas morning, I was overjoyed. As I caressed the stove I remembered the times I had spent in the kitchen with my Mother. I realized it wasn’t the actual stove that I longed for, but the love I felt while following my Mom around the kitchen. I wanted to do what she did. Now whenever I look at my little stove I remember my kind, gentle Mother., and I’m still trying to be like her. The little black stoves in our lives will soon be forgotten, our example will live forever.