The other day I put on my khaki shorts and got ready to walk on the beach. However, I discovered that I had a problem when I tried to put the key to the car in my pocket. I couldn't find the pocket. It took me only a moment to realize that the reason I couldn't find a pocket was because I had my shorts on backwards.
It is a sad situation when you have to face the fact that your belly is as big as your behind so that you can't tell if your pants are on backwards just by the fit.
Tonight after swimming in the pool and taking a shower, the professor and I went out to a comfortable buffet style restaurant for dinner. I took a favorite shirt out of the closet and put it on. It is a white shirt with a small red design. I had on denim capris and red shoes. I actually thought I looked fairly nice.
We got settled in a booth and were enjoying our dinner. The professor got up to check out the salad bar. It was then that a woman with a definite New Jersey accent approached me and said, "Excuse me, but I think you have your shirt on inside out."
There was no mistake. I certainly did have my shirt on inside out. There was a label sticking out on the side and when I went to the restroom, I discovered that there was a label at the neckline as well. At my age it is not embarrassing to have someone kind tell you that you apparently don't know how to dress yourself. Honestly, all I could do was thank her for telling me about it.
When the Professor returned to our table, I told the women sitting behind me that it was all his fault for not having noticed my inside out shirt. In truth, I have been known to go to work with my shirt on inside out as well. My co-workers have no problem pointing out that I need to go to the restroom and put my shirt on right.
It was an interesting dinner because Nancy told me about a few of her embarrassing moments and I shared a few of mine with her. Before we left, she gave me her business card. It says she is a housekeeper/nanny. She only told me about one client. She goes once a week to care for a very sharp 94 year old woman. She helps her bath and shampoo her hair and makes sure that house is in good order.
If I live to be 94 I hope there is a Nancy to come help me at home. As for the daily part of my life, I am so grateful for the women or men in my life who don't hesitate to point out that I have my clothes on backwards or inside out or are willing to tuck in the label at the back of my neck.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Bump in the Road
On Jul 11, 2013, at 8:53 PM, Notaconnoisseur wrote:
The inspector has finally looked at the house. A few of the things on the list are 1. A new switch in the electrical box 2. Replacement of an electrical outlet 3. Paint on eaves in back yard 4. Crack in foundation 5. New roof.
We'll let you know what happens next. Maybe we won't be moving for a bit.
The following conversation took place between my children following this email. It would be wise to read from the bottom up:
Of course not. He'll still make money at Walmart and BYU.
On Jul 12, 2013, at 17:19, Notaconnoisseur wrote:
The theory about E will not actually work. He will say that he cannot take money for doing work for us because "you are my family."
On Jul 12, 2013, at 4:48 PM, L wrote:
E can do everything and earn the money.
On Jul 12, 2013, at 16:45, C wrote:Great and you can do all the chores dad doesn't want to do. Perfect.
On Jul 12, 2013, at 4:39 PM, L wrote:The parents can't sell the house because I'm going to quit my job an live in their basement.
On Jul 12, 2013, at 16:21, L wrote:Are they requiring you to replace the roof for the deal to go through?None of us want you to move yet, so you should say no and go back to live in your house for a couple more years. I'll hire a kid to shovel your drive during the winter and mow the lawn in the summer. Serious. I will if that's what it takes to keep you there.
On Jul 12, 2013, at 14:55, Notaconnoisseur wrote:We did replace the roof in the mid 80s. The shock is that was about 30 years ago. In a couple of years they will need a new roof. So how do we handle this? Since it is not in need of being replaced NOW.
From: l
Subject: Re: Bump in the Road
Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 05:34:25 -0700
Didn't you guys replace the roof when we were growing up? Is it already ready to go?
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On Jul 11, 2013, at 20:23, L wrote:I thought Jeff had fixed those things.
On Jul 11, 2013, at 20:58, C wrote:4 and 5 appear to be a big deal.
Friday, July 12, 2013
Kirsti and Liissan
Kirsti and Liissan lived in a house in the country with their mother and father. The house was snug and warm in the winter.
Close to their house was a hill. When the snow fell the hill became a wonderful place to go sledding. The two girls' favorite pastime was taking the sled to the top of the hill and sliding down the hill as fast as they could.
Every free moment that they had they would take their sled to the hill. They would climb the tall hill and then get onto the sled. Sometimes the sisters would ride together and sometimes they would lie on the sled and fly like the wind down the hill alone.
Kirsti was the oldest so when the girls slid down the hill together, she was the one in the back who would push off. Down the hill they would fly. Whee! It was a thrilling feeling.
Their sled run was getting very good. It hadn’t snowed in several days, so the area where they went sledding was getting hard and icy. It made the slide down the hill very fast. However, as it is with most things, the sliding down and climbing all of the way back up was getting a little routine and boring.
There was an old shed at the top of the hill. The girls had been told many times by their parents that they could not go near the shed. The shed was starting to lean and the girls’ parents were worried about their safety. Kirsti and Liissan had been told clearly that they should never climb onto the roof of the shed.
One afternoon the girls talked about climbing up onto the roof. The shed was in the perfect spot. If they lined up the sled just right, they would go flying off the edge of the roof and go sliding
down the hill. It would be the fastest run they had ever done.
In Finland it becomes dark very early in the winter. Kirsti and Liissan decided that they would wait until it was getting dark outside to climb onto the shed. They waited patiently for the sky to grow darker. They did not want anyone in their house see them climb onto the shed’s roof. When they thought it was dark enough, the girls climbed carefully onto the roof. Kirsti waited on the ground until Liissan was safely on top the roof. Then she carefully lifted up the sled as far as she could so that Liissan could grab it.
Finally they were ready. They were so excited but a little bit afraid too. They took deep breaths and Kirsti pushed off from behind. Whomp! The sled fell off the roof with two little girls and quite a bit of snow. Their great trip down the hill was a failure. They had not slid anywhere.
Neither one of them was hurt so they silently slide down the hill one last time and quietly walked home together.
The next morning when Kirsti and Liissan got up for breakfast, their parents asked them to talk to them. Once again Mother and Father told them how dangerous it was to play around the falling down shed. They knew that the girls had climbed on the shed the day before and they hoped the girls would never disobey them again. “Stay away from the shed, girls.”
The girls were puzzled. They had been so careful. How had their parents found out that they had climbed onto the roof?
Father put on his winter coat and boots. The girls did the same. Together they climbed to the top of the hill. There in the snow by the shed and on the remaining snow on the roof were two sets of small footprints.
Liissan and Kirsti did not stop sledding. Not that winter or for so many winters afterward. They still loved to fly down the hill over the clean white snow.
However, they never again played close to the shed. They had learned how important it was to listen to their parents. Eventually the old shed fell over and when it snowed it disappeared under a white blanket. Kirsti and Liissan never forgot about the time that they climbed onto the roof of the shed. They had learned that day to obey the rules their family made.
Moving the Piano
The piano at one time belonged to my mother, Muriel Toole Fisher. A few years after she died in August of 1982, one of my dad's neighbors moved the old piano from the state of /Washington to our home in Provo Utah.
When we had the piano tuned, the tuner told me that it was a model built in 1913. It has a cracked sound board, but other than that it is a good piano to learn to play at home.
Today that 100 year old piano moved from our house to my daughter's home about a mile away. I hope that all of them will be happy with the new addition to their family.
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