I want and need sleep but there are these kids ... and then visitors and laundry to be forgotten about and plans to be made and messes, that I made and others that others made, to be cleaned up. Will I ever be caught up and able to do the work I want to do?

I'm bidding Facebook farewell. If someone wants to get a hold of me they can. FB will find me.

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It is nifty to be able to post onto this blog from my phone... but perhaps irresponsible to do so in a sleepy stupor. My allergies (to 2 adorable kittens in our garage and really all over our house via children who snuggle with kittens while wearing pajamas, the children, not the kittens) are killing me. I'm taking all sorts of meds suggested by Dr. V. Johnson, some that might make me extra tired and! C just about killed me by doing something spontaneously funny, which kicked my asthma on via a laughing fit. All that on top of an exciting CLOSING night of K in Annie! Wow.

What I was trying to say is:
Happiness is a pair of warm knee-hi's that stay up.

K, the VERY beautiful and very bald was brilliant. Closing night was bittersweet since a lot of bugs had been worked out. It seemed that at times the pianist dragged, which K said was the case. Great cast. So motivated and happy! Lovely director.

M

My baby doll with my baby doll, both are very loved.


The once cute flip-flops! M was ecstatic about them!

D is for Dreams of my Dad.

Sleep doesn't always come easily...

My Pop (82 years young) broke his leg (femur) while trotting about Zermatt. Everyone is glad that he is getting the care he needs -- no cast! Lots of metal and tape however. Wonderful modern care in Visp, if you should ever need it. Also wonderful that he wasn't more seriously hurt, nevertheless, I'll keep my fingers crossed, knock on wood and say more than a few prayers, to the God that my father doesn't believe in.

Several people have called him, which has made him happy. My beautiful mother is with him and my brother is heading over there to act as return tour director/escort for the return flight. For a bad situation, it is good situation. My dad is about one of the greatest dads ever, smart, funny, thoughtful, committed. Definitely my greatest, favorite Dad. Eternally youthful, fatherhood still seems to surprise him; grandfatherhood is a treat he didn't anticipate and yet enjoys, with some distance. Did I mention he is funny? Very funny.

A short while ago I was on the phone with him. He doesn't call very often so when he does I answer. He asked me something, I responded and a lady next to me, not on the phone, who knew I was talking to my Dad, but doesn't know him, laughed! He makes everyone smile. It went something like this: Ring Ring. Hi Sweetie Pie. It's your dad. Oh Hi Dad! How's it going? Good. Did you hear the 49ers are playing the first game of the season Monday? No! I didn't realize. [A minute more chit-chat.] Hey, I gotta go. OK. I'll call you later. Do you know the number? :) Yes, I know the number! :) Big Kisses. Big Kisses Dad!

He said he has a view of the Swiss Alps that reminds him of our backyard view of Timpanogos.

I'll be riding my bike in a few minutes in the shadow of Timp.