This week was sloooooow. Sometimes this happens. My theory is that time doesn’t really exist, and that God has a machine that makes time, and every once in awhile, this week for example, his time-creating-machine gets rusty and needs a tune-up.
Diana and I went on a fun date Friday evening. We went over to a casino and ate an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet. It was my first attempt eating crab legs. I had to ask two different people how to go about it. Food originating in the water still doesn’t turn me on. I had plenty of shrimp though. I don’t have much problem eating those little shrimpies.
It was a two hour drive o the casino by Cortez, CO. When we got there, the lady told us it would be a two hour wait. We had driven that far, and we just wanted to hang out anyway, so we stuck around. There wasn’t a single place in that casino where we could even sit down. I’ll tell you who that casino is taking money from….Native Americans. I only saw about ten white people the whole night.
So we only had to wait 1 hour 40 minutes to get in at 10:10 p.m. I thought about my friends who love to wait in line for food like Stoyan. We were wishing you were there with us to share the pain. Once we got in, the food was good, and the water was wet.
Then we drove home. We rolled into Monument Valley at 1:30 in the morning. Now that was a date! We really just wanted to spend some time together, and we accomplished that. Our babysitter was still awake. I told her she should have sacked out.
Mahrin this week has continued her nightmares. The nightmares change, but Diana is the one who always has to wake up. She dreams about monsters and big men that are going to take her away.
Diana asked Lara this week if Grandma Pam was silly.
“No,” was Lara’s reply.
“Do you think Momma is silly?”
Again, “no.”
“Do you think Daddy is silly?”
Lara broke into a big grin, and said, “My daddy is plenty-plenty of silly!”
Aint that the truth! Sadie spent the day jabbering. She is improving in her ability to pray. Sadie loves to parade around with Diana’s porcelain doll saying, “Ma bebby.”
That’s all folks. We love you.
Lewis, Diana, and the girls
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
1-20-2008
Dear Family and Friends,
Things move on. Julie Whitney Maze, my hyper-intelligent niece, suggested I use a blog rather than a newsletter to post our updates so that it will be more accessible and you can see what has been going on in past weeks. I think this format also allows others to see what is happening if they happen across it on the information superhighway. I don't know whether I like that or not...but the blogger instructions assured me I can limit who views it, and so forth...so we'll play it by ear.
Yesterday we tried to go to a hot air balloon festival in the Valley of the Gods, just a few miles north of where we go to church in Mexican Hat. We had a lovely drive and saw zero balloons. I guess it was windy so they moved the event. The kids had fun regardless because the road had lots of what I call "wee bumps" and kids from Holden called "whoopty-do's." On one especially promising one, I backed the blue bullet up again for a second try. We got going about 35 or 40, and it was almost as fun as Disneyland. Sadie let out several sounds of disapproval. Diana looked back and Sadie was grimacing in pleasure with both arms above her head, tightly gripping her headrest for support.
Our neighbor Rena brought by some pajamas for the girls. They are ecstatic about their new clothes, We certainly have kindly neighbors and friends. I have always been blessed that way.
School is fine. I had to give a test this week. I don't run anything like a silent or even quiet classroom. Three consecutive days of testing silence was plenty for me. Hopefully any students who enjoy working in the quiet took advantage of it, they're not likely to see or hear it again for awhile.
Mahrin is spelling out words and doing some basic reading. She loves it when I tell her stories. Yesterday Pinocchio ended up learning the value of education, going to Yale, becoming a middleman in Indiana, taking money from the people on both sides of him in the business scheme, oh, and living happily ever after. Mahrin has requested that story several times since.
Lara told me a story of her own. After the first paragraph and several lungfuls of air, she was still describing the princess's clothing. After the third paragraph, I realized she was still just describing the top third of the princess's dress...we still had to talk about the waist and skirt. Heaven help me when that girl learns about shopping!
Sadie is speaking more clearly all the time. She is flaunting her new pajamas at every turn. Down the hallway, as she walks, she raises her arms above her head again and again, adding a little sauce to her walk. That kid's got some personality.
I never know what to say about Diana. It always seems like she should write about herself because she is such an amazing writer. I will say she is doing a wonderful job with our girls. I'm very glad she married me. As my dad often says, we married girls who were smarter than us. It is certainly true in my case. I'm very grateful for Diana.
That's about it from the REZ.
Love,
Lewis, Diana, and girls
Things move on. Julie Whitney Maze, my hyper-intelligent niece, suggested I use a blog rather than a newsletter to post our updates so that it will be more accessible and you can see what has been going on in past weeks. I think this format also allows others to see what is happening if they happen across it on the information superhighway. I don't know whether I like that or not...but the blogger instructions assured me I can limit who views it, and so forth...so we'll play it by ear.
Yesterday we tried to go to a hot air balloon festival in the Valley of the Gods, just a few miles north of where we go to church in Mexican Hat. We had a lovely drive and saw zero balloons. I guess it was windy so they moved the event. The kids had fun regardless because the road had lots of what I call "wee bumps" and kids from Holden called "whoopty-do's." On one especially promising one, I backed the blue bullet up again for a second try. We got going about 35 or 40, and it was almost as fun as Disneyland. Sadie let out several sounds of disapproval. Diana looked back and Sadie was grimacing in pleasure with both arms above her head, tightly gripping her headrest for support.
Our neighbor Rena brought by some pajamas for the girls. They are ecstatic about their new clothes, We certainly have kindly neighbors and friends. I have always been blessed that way.
School is fine. I had to give a test this week. I don't run anything like a silent or even quiet classroom. Three consecutive days of testing silence was plenty for me. Hopefully any students who enjoy working in the quiet took advantage of it, they're not likely to see or hear it again for awhile.
Mahrin is spelling out words and doing some basic reading. She loves it when I tell her stories. Yesterday Pinocchio ended up learning the value of education, going to Yale, becoming a middleman in Indiana, taking money from the people on both sides of him in the business scheme, oh, and living happily ever after. Mahrin has requested that story several times since.
Lara told me a story of her own. After the first paragraph and several lungfuls of air, she was still describing the princess's clothing. After the third paragraph, I realized she was still just describing the top third of the princess's dress...we still had to talk about the waist and skirt. Heaven help me when that girl learns about shopping!
Sadie is speaking more clearly all the time. She is flaunting her new pajamas at every turn. Down the hallway, as she walks, she raises her arms above her head again and again, adding a little sauce to her walk. That kid's got some personality.
I never know what to say about Diana. It always seems like she should write about herself because she is such an amazing writer. I will say she is doing a wonderful job with our girls. I'm very glad she married me. As my dad often says, we married girls who were smarter than us. It is certainly true in my case. I'm very grateful for Diana.
That's about it from the REZ.
Love,
Lewis, Diana, and girls
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