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Look carefully...at the seemingly small moments...in the constant shaping of souls.- Neal A.Maxwell

to Utah and back
     Recently, walking to the ladies room at a crowded rest stop something hit me in the back of the head with enough force that it temporarily knocked me off balance.  Turning to see what or who had hit me I saw a magpie flying away from me.  In the restroom I asked two women if they had been attacked by a magpie, neither of them had.  Back in my vehicle I watched to see who would be attacked.  Not everyone was, and all who were were tall, dark haired females.  Speaking of, while in Utah this summer I asked a gentleman to relay a message to my husband and 15-year old B.  According to them, this was the interchange, "A tall, tall woman with gray hair wants me to tell you she is waiting for you outside."  Six-foot B responded, "She's not tall."  Grayer husband added, "She's not gray."  I think the magpie agreed with husband, though the mirror tells me the gentleman is not far off.

     On our way to Utah we stopped to visit our oldest, J, and his wife H in Rexburg Idaho.  J purchased a drift trike a year or so ago.  When he bought it I told him I wished I could ride it.  He remembered my saying that.  When he noticed the back wheels wearing thin he stopped riding the trike so B and I would have a chance to try it when we came.  B rode first, then I took a turn.  J asked if either of us had drifted on it.  B said he did not want to ruin the back wheels.  J said that that is what he saved it for.  B got back on, pedaled fast, drifted around a corner, pedaled fast, drifted again and the wheels were shot.  It was enough - B and I both know what we want for Christmas.

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     We have an overlook near our hometown that is a favorite of J's.  He would drive the 30-40 minutes and hike the 20 or so minutes it takes to get there on a regular basis when he lived here.  The aforementioned gentleman in Utah told me of an overlook that is a 10 minute drive from dad's and a 10 minute hike (15 if you aren't used to the altitude) from there.  Husband and B joined me, with some resistance, the evening I had heard about it.  Husband and B and husband's sister joined me very willingly the next evening.  B said if we lived near my dad he would drive to this spot frequently once he had his license.

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     My 83-year old father recently got a Samsung tablet.  He is surprisingly quite savvy with it.  B is savvier.  B taught both dad and I tricks with the tablet camera - including how to take a panoramic shot.  Dad kept moving during my first attempt at a panoramic shot.  If you know anything about the energy and work ethic of my dad, you know my result matches him perfectly.

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     A number of my Utah friend's, dad included, are in their mid to late 80's.  Each year when I leave, I know there is no guarantee these people will be where I left them when I come back.  I guess that lack of guarantee applies to friends and family of any age, and any location.  When I arrived home I learned that my 80+ neighbor - one of my best friends, my late-into-the night porch buddy -  had moved.  She now lives with her daughter and her house is getting ready to be sold.  I am grateful for phones for talking and cars for visiting but I miss the porch.


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