Songs

Songs are a powerful memory trigger for me. Some uplift me, others make me sad. You can tell my mood by what is playing on Rhapsody. (My ipod shuffles all my songs so that doesn't count) I can remember the songs the bus driver would play when we lived in Marshfield MO. Neil Diamond and sappy 70's slow music. My mother had an eclectic collection of records, yes vinyl records. We had Peter, Paul and Mary, The Electric Horseman, Mormon Tabernacle choir and the ever important Disney stories. I have some of the old records but need a turntable. Anyway, I was listening this morning to my random shuffle of songs and Death Cab for Cutie came on. Death Cab will forever remind me of riding to Utah with Sarah as fast as motherly responsible to see Mom before she passed away. Fergie's Glamorous is the song playing on our way home as we reached the outskirts of Fallon. Depeche Mode is high school and Derek, Yaz is my apartment at Liberty Square jamming out with Aimee, and John Denver will always be Idaho. Church music calms my soul, I thank my mother for playing Saturday's Warrior and My Turn on Earth as a small child. I could go on and on but that would get rather boring. So play some music today and remember.

My Aunt Elizabeth

My Aunt Elizabeth passed away last night. She was my mom's younger sister. She always scared me a little as she was a bit rough around the edges. But she was bipolar and had some other mental issues. I know she must be so happy to be with her parents and my mother again and all her physical problems are now resolved. I feel sad for my Aunt Martha as she is now alone with only her children left on this earth. And being the oldest I doubt she thought she would be the last one left living. I will miss her. Rest well Aunt Elizabeth, rest well.

My weekend..

I ripped a hole in the rear of my favorite pair of capris. I'm a sad panda. Abigail is mostly running around naked as she is getting potty trained. It is much easier to have her get on and off the toilet without clothing getting in the way. I went grocery shopping. I needed two carts but with only me I had to make due with piling my one cart sky high. The kids and I shared our first ripe tomato from the planter box. It was warm and delicious. A second tomato will be eaten today after church. I bet it will taste even better after fasting. I am fasting today for Stephanie Nielson, I may not know her in person but her story has touched my heart. I've been watching more than my fair share of politics. I'm glad I get to vote for a person of my choosing. I talked to Sarah and then I missed her. Come back to California Sarah...come back :) Life is good....

What is really important...

Anya and I held hands today as we walked to school. She talked about my mother, her memory of MeMa making breakfast for her on our last visit to Utah. She asked me if MeMa was happy, I told her she was. Family really is the only important thing we have. I came across a story of a lovely mother who recently was severely injured in a plane crash along with her husband. You can read about her story here.




We never know what tomorrow will bring so today I am grateful for my children, my husband and my home.