Roxanne playing the national anthem, Feb 2010

Moon Dog

I came home yesterday from a day of art and adventure in SLC/Springville and looked heavenward and saw one of my favorite celestial signs, a moon dog. A moon dog is a huge circle around the moon on a clear starry night. When you see a moon dog, it signals rain/snow within two or three days. The news tonight said, slight chance of rain. Well, I woke up this morning to streets that were freshly watered. Today it is windy and a storm seems to be blowing in. My money is on a moon dog any day. Btw, I spent the day with Grant Lund, (Gerald Lund's older brother) and Brenda Sun of Little Bloomsbury. We had personal tours of some of Utah's finer art. Our final destination being Springville and it's openning exhibit. On the way home, I was told Gerald Lund's story from his brother. It was a fun story to hear. I learned how Gerald Lund got into writing, his over the top request to his financier (in hopes of discouraging the project that would becomer the Work and the Glory), how he ghost wrote love letters for a fellow missionary who wanted to capture the heart of a girl back home, but didn't have the writing abilities to swoon her, (Gerald latter married this same girl). Was reintroduced to the drama that few experience known as "churh committees". It was an entertaining day. Speaking of "church committtees", we stopped at a stain glass workshop at Thanksgiving point to look at he process of blowing glass and making stain glass windows. We watched and touched windows that were being made for the Hawaii temple and saw designs and reviews of glass windows being created for the Rome temple. A delightful artisan from Argentina shared with us the process, and ironically, inserted the "church committee" line into the equation. A one year process usually gets extended to two because of the "CC" process. Someday, when we are all in good spirits, I'll share my conspiracy theory with you. Only for laughs...

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Junior Prom

Just a few pictures so that everyone can see! It was a great evening for Daniel and his date.

Kachoo, Kachoo

Okay, we are either too tired or having too much fun...
Karen is presenting saturday on music in the Kindergarten curriculum. One of the goals is to have the children sneeze into their sleeve. So, Kristina had the first idea of giving your arm a hug, Daniel the second idea of making the arms come to life like some prehistoric pterodactyl, Roxanne burst into laughter, Larry left so he could study and have some peace and quiet, John added kachu, kachu, which he says is Quichua for Kachoo, Kachoo, (the sound of a human sneezing...) Karen tried to flap her arms like the prehistoric bird. She says it's diffucult because she's left handed. It is a good thing she learned to play the piano before she knew the difference between right and left. Oh well. We have a song....

Enjoy!

The woodpecker is back!

We have an old family friend that visits us every year,  Mr. Woodpecker.  He first visited us while Christopher was on an orchestra trip in High School.  It was the funniest thing.  I heard this rattling through the house.  I had only heard this type of ratcheting machine gun type sound when water would back up in the pipes in our old house.  When I heard the sound again, I first thought, "Oh no, trouble with the pipes."  But I realized that it was a woodpecker on top of our chimney, trying to peck into the metal exhaust pipe on the top.  I joked how you'd be able to identify our weekpecker by his bent beak.  I would even walk around with my finger pointing away from my nose at an angle to identify him.  Well, he's back.  This morning, I heard the rivoting on the roof.  I woke up Kristina and told her the woodpecker was back.  You should have heard the excitement in her voice  "Woodpecky is back!"  She jumped out of her bed, ran to the closet to get her jacket, put on her boots, dragged me barefoot out in the snow to look up on the roof.  Sure enough, on the very top was our beloved friend.  The woodpecker with the bent beak and aching headache.  Our dear friend.  It brought a smile to my face.  Even now, as I type this, the occasional rivoting machine gone on the metal pipe echos through the house.  What a delight.