A Dusting of the Cobwebs....
welcome to my blog!
...allow me a brief introduction...
In a reacent conversation with my daughter, her questions were why I, and her Dad were so quiet about our lifes? Meaning writing or telling about our own personal historys.
I didn't think there was anything important to write about. As I was just a normal person, getting up in the morning and getting the day started, getting kids off to school, or meeting schedules of the whole family, cleaning house, and landry. Keeping little ones busy, and changing diapers, comming home fixing dinner, helping with homework, putting kids to bed, watch some news, go to bed. And then do it all over again the next day. Then some days was teaching lessons in Primary, RS, MIA, Sundayschool, cub scouts, or helping at schools, ect. Family home evening, Visiting teaching, and even some Home teaching and being the family schaefer. most of the time we had one car, 6 kids, one working husband. Oh yes, the multi years of music lessons, and baseball teams, coaching, and even one major jumproap champion, for one daughter.
We had trials too. some were very hard, just thinking about a single memory of losing our son, brings tears. But we are told that this life is to meet trials, and how we handle them will be for our own eternal growth.
A very wise Stake President, President Alred, once said "We are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity. We will work by the sweat of our brow, to work our way through this life... But remember we are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity."
So, I welcome you to my blog. Please feel free to stay and go as you please, and wander where you wish. And, as always, feel comfortable in sharing those stories that you may feel are just "an every day" thing as well...
Treat...
I had a Dr. Apt Wednesday, in SLC at the Utah Cancer Center, where the RN Dave drew blood, to check my blood counts after the first Chemo.
Spent a little time with Pauli, and left for home. Lynn treated me out to a Arbys. I didn't think I could eat anything. I think Lynn was hungry. I ordered a small vanilla shake, hoping for frys, but the curly frys had their own seasoning on them, and my through and mouth burns at almost anything.
I went and sat down as I am still weak. Lynn brought my shake and some frys. I tasted the shake and it was so good. The coolness of the ice cream cooled my whole mouth and the back of my throat. Wow....that felt soooo good. I munched lightly on the french fries. Lynn bought me a Baby Roast Beef sandwich with nothing on it. I had forgotten how good food can taste.
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