The miles we will go…

Table Rock / Branson, Missouri

Scott and I made an incredible trip to Missouri this month. I loved it. He’s still recovering. The poor boy. We drove. That was my first mistake. We left the world of mountains and headed east, across Wyoming and Nebraska. Long in miles and leaving his mountains behind. I feared I’d need to conduct a wake. Iowa was a breeze. And then, we dropped into Missouri. The abundance of her dense woods. I wore a smile all the way.  The destitute of Utah, (you can feel the dry desert air when you say the word) was forgotten. I was home and he was ready to board a plane. The darling man was truly out of his element. No mountains… how do you know your directions? Puzzled, he asked my sister, “why do they allowed the trees to grow down to the roads?” Cindy asked him, “Jealous much?” We drove back through Kansas and Colorado. Scott smiled all the way home. Crossing the Utah border, I asked him, “So, how do you feel about moving to Missouri?” Yeah, that was my second mistake.  I’ve lived here for 40 odd years. What’s my hurry, right? Especially since my Dad and brother live in Las Vegas, Nevada. Where the word ‘chill’ rarely exists and dense refers to, well…

Get out and see the world. Stop in Seattle and find out why people whine about the rain. Compare the California and Florida beaches. Believe me, Cocoa Beach is nothing like Ventura, California’s. If you’ve never been there, Mustang Beach is really neat. Make a trip through all the eastern history museums. That is something I want to do. “Bucket List.” And every night, remember… JOURNAL. Grab the day. The sites, fill your senses and get them posted. You’ll be glad you did.

Just keep writing. Just keep writing.






The Happiest of Holidays

MERRY Christmas Time…

Can you believe it? Ten more shopping days. How dare I – yep I said it. And then Santa Clause will climb down the chimneys and leave presents for each boy and girl… of course that’s if you have a chimney. We always did, we just never used it. And talk about the arguments with our little girl. “And don’t give me that dumb old story about the front door. It squeaks. I’d hear him.”

“Santa Clause will be cutting a tiny round hole, just a small one, cause the dude’s an elf, you know. Into our living room side window he’ll go, Then with his tiny little glass cutter and his tiny little hammer, he’ll tap out the circle, with a squeak not a mutter. The glass falls to the floor with never a clatter, cause the wind carries it down so it doesn’t splatter. He’ll jimmy the lock to open the window. Each move that he makes is guided by moon glow. Once he’s wiggled his way through, all quiet like a mouse, the reindeer will shove the packages into our house. Santa will leave, just you wait and see, the presents all sparkly and cool around our Christmas tree. He’ll return to the window and magically, replace the glass. Nothings disturb, cause this guy’s first class.  No fireplace is needed, no door is unlocked, this Kris Kringle has it covered and you’ll know nothing my dear, because that’s how he calls it, and he’s been doing it his way for years.

Well? What  story do you have to explain the workings of an imaginary elf  who drops down a chimney to leave packages when you’ve nailed in a thick piece of plywood into the front of the fireplace so that you can sit the television, its stand, large speakers, and VCR player in front of it?

Now that our daughter has grown and has children of her own, she too, doesn’t use the fireplace as a ‘fireplace.’ Talk about passing down traditions. I believe that they leave the sliding back door unlock and make melted snow tracks across the kitchen floor.  We enjoy Christmas Eve as a family at my house now and put out Soup and Sandwiches, play games and always exchange pajamas as our Family Christmas Eve gifts.


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Grateful for the memories.

In American Fork Canyon, the mountainside is exquisite with the changing of the season. Bushes are splashes of color so brilliant it’s speechless. I love it here.

During the summer months, you can hike the 1 ½ mile incline to Mount Timpanogos Cave. There are guided tours that take about an hour to walk through the numerous caverns. It’s cool, literally and dark, so take a flashlight.

When I was a senior in high school, I walked up Tempee with my family. Mother, father, sister and my good friend visiting from Kansas City. Connie, Cindy and I had locked arms and marched up the hill singing “We’re off to see the wizard,” almost all the way to the top. It was exhilarating.

It was fun. There were a few stops along the way. You’d think it was for water, right? I wish! Have you ever run into a ground squirrel? Those little buggers are rather demanding. They will yell at you if you don’t give them a moment of your consideration. Oh, and that piece of nut (yes, you have them and specifically for the fuzzy little critters), wants you to drop it. Three girls not stop to watch the antics of a cute little animal, please?

My point in this blog is memories. The importance of them. Walking back down the hill, my sister and I couldn’t remember ever passing my parents. We never even met up with them in the cave. Finally, I gave in and asked a stranger if they’d seen our parents. After describing my mom, the gentleman laughed.

“I have seen her. In fact, I believe she’s the woman who’s entertaining a dozen squirrels at the entrance of the cave. She shoo’ed off the man she was with and stayed outside.”

Yep, that’s mom. She left us when she was only 56, way to early for us to have enough memories.



It’s Holiday Time

Can I hear a Yeah!, Whoop!, Wow. great, whoopty do, big whoopee, yep, happens every year. Ah come on. It’s the big Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years Cheer! Not the grumpy gus, the Grinch gripees, or the bah humbugs. Need a nudge. Pick up a puppy, mush your face it its chubby little tummy and do 10 raspberries. Better now?

Okay, you’re right. We should all do it our way. And this year, I’ll do it my way. I’m celebrating it with seven other writer friends by doing a holiday cheer website exchange. Each specific day for eight days of December, a writer will write a blog and give a website with a chance for everyone reading their blog to put their name in for a chance to win $40.00 gift care. Six of the ten writers are also putting in one of their published books, up – autographed, as a raffle prize too. Happy holidays.

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