Hidden Renovations

1-DSC_2676I am thankful for this house and this neighborhood and to live in this state. But it doesn’t mean I don’t wish for more outlets, some ceiling fans, and hidden internet cables. Many of the renovations we have made on this house are not glamorous. There has been no high-style makeover and not even new carpet yet. But we (this is a loose term) work away at wiring, painting, repairing drywall, installing lights, building shelves in closets, fixing plumbing, and other things. We’re steady, but not very fast. We began in the basement and have completed most work there and this week we began the more difficult work on the main floor.

Richard and Rob spent a couple of days in the attic to wire for ceiling fans. This meant very messy work in tight spaces. I didn’t have the heart to take a picture of Rob, our treasured guest, just as dirty as Richard. It’s not something I want his wife Melinda to see. 😉

This summer the west-facing rooms will have ceiling fans with wall switches and this is a good step toward our goals for the rooms. Perhaps we will finish Paige’s room in time for her to move out!

My view from here

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Giving Mark a haircut the other day

I think that Monday is my favorite day. The week still has possibilities at this point.

Monday is the day I pick up the weekend mess. We have neat and deliberate new holes in our walls from the new wiring in several rooms, thanks to Rob and Richard. There is a ceiling fan to buy and some furniture to move back into place. Most notably, there is no longer a network cable strung across the entry hall and hanging down the banister.

I think that Richard and Rob had a great weekend with skiing, home improvement projects, and a concert. I took a picture of Rob at a restaurant we visited. Our number just happened to be his new age.

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The knee

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Richard really hurt his knee while skiing a few weekends ago. Over the last two weeks he’s taken various days off from work to rest in bed and try to heal. His brother Rob is coming to town in a week and he wants to be healed so they can ski together. The reality is, Rob’s ski trip of epic proportion will probably not include Richard.

Richard yells out in pain now and then, even when it’s the middle of the night. Is it from physical pain or mental anguish? Maybe both.

On Saturday, my sister loaned him some crutches. Bionic Richard was then able to propel himself in great strides ahead of us. This made him lucky because we chose to visit BYU that day and it was one of the bleakest, coldest days we’ve had in a while. He could get between buildings long before any of us could.

The kids and I shopped the BYU bookstore until every aisle was exhausted in its possibilities for our happiness and entertainment. Richard languished in a corner of the store, found a chair, and then settled down for a nap. No one disturbed him because he looked so tired and was obviously physically challenged, his crutches propped against his chair. Sad, sad, sad.

The next day, church seemed to brighten Richard’s mood. The crutches were a source for conversation, opportunities for humor, and some sympathy. He came home and told me that he must have talked to every member of our congregation. That seemed to help him to perk up, even if he might have to go to a doctor.

He’s not had to use the crutches as much the past two days. His moaning has decreased, and he was active all day yesterday. We’ll hope that it’s the beginning of better days for Richard.

Birthday dinner

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We met with Richard’s sisters and their families for dinner before the basketball tournament in Salt Lake. Simple gatherings like this are reason #852 that we are happy to live here.

Birthday Cake for Richard

Richard asked me to make this for his birthday today. We have this recipe from his mother. It is comforting, warm, old-fashioned, and full of butter and spice. Delicious.

Baked Apple Pudding

  • 1/2 cube butter, softened (1/4 cup)
  • 1 c sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 c unsifted flour
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1/2 tsp nutmeg
  • 1 tsp cinnamon
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 2 c grated, unpared apples
  • raisins, nuts as desired (These are no-no’s at our house.)

Mix and bake in an 8-inch square pan for 35 minutes at 350 degrees. Serve with butter sauce. The result will be a dark brown, moist cake.

Butter Sauce

  • 1/2 c butter
  • 1 c sugar
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 8-12 oz can of evaporated milk
  • Sprinkle of nutmeg

Blend together in a saucepan. Warm but do not boil. Spoon butter sauce over cake and serve warm.

A few weeks ago, Richard came home unexpectedly early from work and I sang him this song. Minus the first few seconds, this song is awesome.

Pink Starry Starry Night

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We have taken a couple of days off from our regular routines to reconnect with each other. I am related to each of these darling and amazing women.

Today I taught a little oil painting class to the group. I didn’t get a photo of one of the paintings, but here are most of them.

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Then we painted these letters to hang in the craft room at Spring Lake. My mom pulled out her guitar and we sang songs as we painted. What a happy time.

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Mine is the PINK Starry Starry Night “A.”

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MLK Weekend

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Richard and the boys enjoyed another beautiful day on the slopes on Saturday. Mark has graduated to poles and the yellow skis.

Paige worked on school all weekend. Her life is not for the lazy or fearful.

While the boys were away I met my friend Julie Rose for lunch in Provo. We have been friends since early elementary school years and we were roommates in college. The conversation was long and satisfying. She is a journalist so I always come away from our chats feeling like I was able to tell my stories. I loved hearing her stories. She is on BYU radio in the afternoons.

Daniel played a piano solo in church, Abide with Me, ‘Tis Eventide. I liked the arrangement and his expression.

My parents spoke for my sister’s ward youth fireside on Sunday night. They talked about the miracles associated with missionary work. The meeting was held at their home in Spring Lake and the topic, speakers, and setting left me feeling inspired.

We spent our first night at the new Spring Lake home. My brother in law made everyone some breakfast the next morning. He took a picture of the waffles he made for the kids:

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Richard and my dad built shelves at my parents’ place and I studied and sewed all day. Deer wandered near the windows; the kids made paper airplanes, built forts, and read books. It was a nice holiday.

Words to match the season

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Richard and I were awake early Christmas morning when the snow began to fall. It was a perfect Christmas setting. More things than snow affected my heart this year. There were moments of deep spiritual peace, happiness, some melancholy, satisfaction, and searching. Memories had full expression as I nestled in blankets near the Christmas tree. Here are some of the words that have found meaning for me over this Christmas break.

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Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great desire of nations,
Ye have seen His natal star;
Come and worship,
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn King!

-James Montgomery, Angels From the Realms of Glory

 

With the end of the year comes a lot of introspection for me. I wonder if I am better than I was last year. I wonder if I have contributed enough of myself to others. I wonder if I CAN change my poor habits. It was during some of these thoughts that I really listened to the lyrics of the Christmas Hymn above. “Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar; Seek the great desire of Nations…” I was being reminded to look beyond my plans and thinking and look to the Savior. “Brighter visions beam afar…” With him, all things, greater things than I can imagine, are possible.

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…But [she] kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. -Luke 2:19

Timothy was ordained a Deacon in the Aaronic Priesthood just before Christmas. There were 3 generations of family represented in the room. A week later, Paige received her Patriarchal Blessing. This time, past, present, and future generations mingled in the words of her blessing. Each of these sacred experiences I will keep in my heart for a long time.

If we could look into each other’s hearts and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, I think we would treat each other much more gently, with more love, patience, tolerance, and care. -Elder Marvin J Ashton, Ensign, May 1992.

I learned to love several more people in 2014. This required throwing away some of my hasty judgments about their motivations and choices. I was humbled several times as I learned about challenges that they face, mostly in silence. I learned again that loving people is less about merit (mine and theirs) and more about vision. We love who people really are, not the things that hold them down.

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And it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! -Charles Dickins, A Christmas Carol.

I was a little stretched and had some grumpy Scrooge moments as we were inundated with things to buy and things to bake and places to be. I heard the words of Dickens about the reformed Ebeneezer Scrooge, “And it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well.” Had we kept Christmas well? I sat down and wrote the things that we did that really mattered. This winnowing of memories helped me to see that we had.

I have many hopes and dreams for 2015. At the close of the 2014, I am so thankful for music, lyrics, literature, family, and scripture that helps me keep the season in proper perspective.

The year-end photo swap

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Photo by Matt Sanchez: Polar bear challenge at the Weber

I’m trying to compile pictures for 2014 and I’m relying on lots of sources to do it. There has been a big exchange of photos among my sisters, a brother, and friends. These are some of my favorite finds this month.

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Photo by Susan Vaughn: Mark’s room
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Photo by Dean Brockbank: This was the most harrowing event of the year (more than rappelling and Angel’s Landing). Boys are sprung at each other in this human rubber band contraption.
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Photo by Dean Brockbank: Youth Conference
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Tubing at youth conference
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photo by Andrea Donaldsen: Les Miserables at Jordan High (our kids are in the pit!)
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Photo by Sarah Hainsworth: Thanksgiving at Spring Lake
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Photo by Sarah Hainsworth: Thanksgiving at Spring Lake