The absence of recent posts does not indicate an event-free calendar. I’ve snapped pictures of this and that, whenever I think of it. Sometimes I think of it too late and then, after a few unconsolable minutes, I move on. So tonight you are the lucky one who gets to see, in the few photos collecting on my phone, what we’ve been up to in the past week or so.
This goes back more that a week to Easter Sunday. Brother DK and Stacey bunked with us a couple of nights, visiting Mom and other family members during the daytime. They are easy guests who only request Mauri’s world-famous coffee in the mornings. We went to church together at the Friendsview Retirement Community Sunday service, then joined Mom on the third floor for a delicious meal. At nearly 96, Mom is slowing on her feet but still fairly speedy in her mind. Her blindness limits what she can enjoy but didn’t stop her from sitting in front of the big-screen TV to “watch” the George Fox women’s basketball team nearly win the NCAA championship. They lost the final game.
Speaking of basketball, did I mention that Duke won the championship this year?
Back to Easter, my niece Cheryl shared this delightful picture of her family on Facebook, which I uploaded into my phone. They live in Florida so we can understand why they are all squinting. We rarely squint in Oregon. Left to right, they are Cheryl, Cameron, Peyton, Suzie, Aubrey, Johnny (my brother), and Kevin (son of Suzie and Johnny). Divorce might have divided the parents, but I’m ever grateful they are still on friendly terms.
A benefit of living in a small college town—free concerts! This one caught our interest because we’ve known the director of the jazz band since he was a little boy and the sax player since birth. Also, the fabulous Melissa Thomas was the featured soloist who belted out several favorite old-timey tunes such as “Fly Me to the Moon” and “They Can’t Take that Away from Me.” We know Melissa through our local sons but . . .
. . .also in her credits she listed “”…and an appearance on Wee Sing.” Ya gonna love that!
Friday night and all day Saturday NFC hosted a conference featuring Richard Foster (author of “Celebration of Discipline: the Path to Spiritual Growth”) and his son Nathan, who has also authored a couple of books (I read “Wisdom Chaser”). I attended only one session, though I was registered for the whole thing on a discounted ticket because I was a volunteer.
I was assigned to a team with these two cuties, granddaughters of my friend and cohort Susan. Now that’s what I call fun!
Some might recognize this woman as Kim McDonough but she is known to me as an angel. Maybe you’ve heard about essential oils and the many ways they can add warmth and health and well-being to your life. “Angel” (Kim) is a firm believer in essential oils, so she’s the one I asked to recommend oils that might help our Rachel feel better or think better or maybe even help her cancer behave itself. Let’s say “Angel” took my request to heart.
She researched no small amount before placing my order. But then she went above and beyond the call by preparing these little remedy cards and . . .
. . . tabbing the pages of the instruction book. Her daughter even colored a “feel better soon” picture for Rachel, who got some really hard news on Friday. She doesn’t qualify for the immunotherapy trial after all because of her alkaline phosphatase liver level is too high. She is now playing the waiting game, which is anything but a game, to learn what her doctors recommend next.
John, Rachel’s husband, finds drawing every day in his art journal therapeutic. This might be a self portrait.
These are the only ones who didn’t scamper when I pulled out my phone to snap a picture as Josh and Jessi and Ridgely (and the others—Tammy, Jeff, Mauri, and Wally) gathered in the foyer after church on Sunday. We visited a local church together. Josh and Jessi recently bought a house in our neighborhood’s vicinity, and the four parents came to town for the weekend to help them paint and etc.
Then straight to Wu’s Open Kitchen for some lunch and to follow the Master’s golf scores. We aren’t usually so interested except we know the winner’s caddie, Michael Greller. Of all things.
Mauri’s been taking long walks, per doctor’s orders, and on occasion I tag along. I had to stop along the way to take a picture of a palm tree, something you see in Arizona. But Oregon?
You still with me? We’re almost to the end of my photo dump. But look!
Beth texted this picture to my phone today. It’s Taylor mailing off an envelope containing the results of today’s ultrasound of the baby to Beth’s sister Shannon, who will take it to a baker who will prepare the gender reveal cake (pink or blue) to be cut open on April 26 in the state of Virginia the day after Shannon and Will’s wedding. You follow that? And yes, I plan to be there to learn the gender of my newest grandchild.
And finally . . .
Bailey and his friend Tanner (with their parents) at their “signing party” at Gilbert Christian High School. Both Tanner and Bailey will be attending Dordt College in Sioux Center, Iowa, on athletic scholarships.
It’s all just very exciting.