Thousand Lakes RV Park, Torrey, Utah
Like a fluttering sparrow or a darting swallow, an underserved curse does not come to rest. ~ Proverbs 26:2
Our sons sent a birthday/Father’s Day gift to our mailing service. We had it sent to us in Torrey, after checking with the PO to make sure they accepted general delivery. Blaine received an email from out service this morning saying it had arrived, and believe it or not, just before lunch, he got a phone call from the PO telling us it had arrived! Does anyone else provide that kind of customer service anymore? That’s small town hospitality at its finest!
He spent the day doing all kinds of odds and ends –– cleaning our windshield sun shade (Remember when it blew over to the neighbor’s the other day?), fixing a shelf that kept falling down, fixing the wall that kept coming loose, repaired a shelf in the bathroom (a lot of hammer usage went on today), walked to the gift shop to pick up the muffins we ordered last night (good, but not worth the $1 a piece we paid), heated up lunch and cleaned it up, went to the post office and the grocery store, fixed most of dinner and did dishes. . . . and all so I could work towards catching up the blog. Which means, he also did some proofreading. Whew! He should sleep good tonight!
All I did was type, fix pictures, put blog posts together, address a couple of birthday cards, cleaned up after the dust storm, and did some mending. Oh, by the way, whatever problems Verizon head with their service has now been fixed. We now have a good strong and steady signal.
We also received some love from home in the form of pictures! We sure miss everyone! ☹
Have I mentioned the wind we’ve come to know the past few weeks? I don’t think I have. It’s a constant. Always blowing to some extent, and oftentimes, in great, extended gusts. This afternoon was no exception. It kicked up in notches, beginning shortly before lunch, and by 1:00pm, it was beyond simple gust, and became windy, with those extended 20mph gusts we come to love (not). I was home alone when it hit and had to race around closing all the windows to keep the dust out, but it was too late. And now a fine dust sits on a lot of our countertops – – and by default, the furniture too. I don’t know how people live with this all the time. Oh. Wait. We have been . . .
Mark this down. . . .
My wonderful, always accurate, knows pretty much everything about most things, was . . . .
Wrong!
It was actually seventeen years ago that we vacationed out here, not seven. My Grandma Glass was right – – time does go faster the older you get. 😊