I am in!

(Continued from previous post)

I was pushed off that ominous diving board into 2016

by a one and a half year old

nicknamed “Ookie.”

I came up drenched and splattering,

but laughing!

“Ookie” had contracted the nasty virus going around the United States called hand, foot, and mouth disease with a blistery rash, just simply from breathing the air or touching something random.

Once his fever broke lying around was no longer an option for him.

He got up and stood with his back to the front door watching me closely with his droopy eyes and soft blanket close at hand.

I engaged in a hide-and-seek game, hiding behind a wall about 15 feet away, sneaking a peek to see if he was looking.

He was.

I wriggled my fingers out from the wall so he could only see part of me.

He giggled which sounded like little bells,

after seeing him lie limp.

Then he ran.

He ran towards me to the place where I was hiding!

He did not stay far away safely by the door nor

 wait for me to come to him in full view.

He ran with gusto to the unknown;

the place of surprise and possibility!

He knew about the “boo” that could come.

But he ran



Ookie is wise.

2016 I am in…


Been Blowing Kisses

Been blowing kisses lately


Blowing to Daffy who is my very first beauty that finally is warm enough to open-

Blowing to my toooot-toot-toot, Lake Tahoe bird singing under my window-

Blowing to mini meadow and peek-a-boo path my old walking friends finally uncovered from snow-

Blowing to Lovely Lake, who literally last week melted her last patches of winter’s ice-

Other’s are blowing, too.

Today I watched a little boy walk the long path into school blowing kisses to a car stuck in school traffic. He blew and blew and blew with exuberance no matter who was watching. When the car passed I expected to see a woman (a mom) blowing back. But it was a man (a dad) and he was blowing back, his arm out the window, with gusto! 

Blow some kisses…

there is so much to love!


delight  v. 1 please, gratify, satisfy, gladden, cheer, tickle, amuse, entertain, excite, thrill, captivate,entrance, fascinate, relish, revel in, glory in, love, adore, enjoy, appreciate, like, savor, delectation, bliss, charmed, thrilled, enchanted, rapture, tickled pink, tickled to death, happy

I gave a talk once about DDD (Delight Deficit Disorder)

There is an epidemic!

There is also a cure.

This time of year is the best time to come to grips with it

so healing can be lasting.

It involves a heart attack!

To see what’s deep in there that is creating the deficit.

It involves a “cleanse,” (or two, or three)!

To purge our inside garbage cans.

It involves injections!


It involves partaking of the most lactose fee, gluten free, soy free, whole food, vegan, low carb, pure sugar, low sugar,  low sodium, low cholesterol, low fat, natural-soul pure diet which is labeled the Atonement of Jesus Christ. The true meaning of EASTER!

“Behold, my soul delighteth in proving unto my people the truth of the coming of Christ…and all things which have been given of God from the beginning of the world, unto man, are the typifying of him.

And also my soul delighteth in the  covenants of the Lord which he hath made to our fathers; yea my soul delighteth in his grace and in his justice, and power, and mercy in the great and eternal plan of deliverance from death.

And my soul delighteth in proving unto my people that save Christ should come all men must perish. For if there be no Christ there be no God: and if there be no God we are not, for there could have been no creation.

But there is a God, and he is Christ, and he cometh in the fulness of his own time.

PHEW!  There is a cure for DDD!


Scripture extraced from: (2nd Nephi 11: 4-7) The Book of Mormon

How can I?


This is my childhood home.

Tomorrow is the very first time in my entire life that I am anxious to go there.

I have referred to it as “The Big Yellow House on the Corner since I was young. The name stuck with everyone and it has always been some shade of yellow.

This place has had the same phone number since the day it was built.

It is the very place my parents brought me when I was fresh from heaven to add to five others. I was the caboose.

There are probably a thousand tennis and baseballs hidden in that ivy which grows all the way around the corner over a white fence.

The wreathes on the door changed for every season. My mother loved flower arranging.

There are great places for hide and seek in this yard and we played nearly every summer night.

We climbed the fruit trees and ate cherries and apricots until we got sick. The lemon tree has huge thorns and the juice from the oranges are delicious!

That front door is where I had my first kiss…

But we never entered the house through that door. That was only for picking up the mail and the vacuum cleaner salesmen…and dates. Family and friends always entered at the side gate through the back yard. The gate where the dogs waited with their tails wagging and the cats slept on top of the fence.

That entry is near the driveway where I drove a stick for the first time in a white VW bug.

It is tradition to honk as you drive past this house. It sends an “I love you” signal and to remind all that I will be back soon.

The kitchen light over the stove is always left on for us.

I had my wedding reception in this garden.

And I brought each one of my babies here to be cuddled, adored and spoiled by two doting grandparents. So did my five older siblings and then later–our own children. My parent’s posterity has grown well over 100 now!

Over to the left is the place we buried our family dog of 16 years. He had epilepsy but such a dear heart.

The lower window was where we looked out as this group of 8 had family dinner’s together, we kept adding more and more family over the years. We laughed and ate and repeated eating there over and over again.

This was for sure the chimney Santa climbed down to leave presents at Christmas.

This was the entry where friends and family entered to say their last good-bye

to my father first,

and now recently my mother.

The house sits quiet now–



Tomorrow I will fly six hours then enter the back door as I have my entire life.

The light on the stove will not be on.

There will no note from my mother welcoming me home, or a tiny rose or gardenia in a cup, or a sweet roll.

The house will be happy I have come home.

I now have to open closets and drawers and reveal the treasures my parents kept secretly hidden. I will reverently lift worn shoes and hug folded sweaters, knowing they won’t be worn any longer.

How do I face this?

How can I capture 55 years and put it in my pocket?

I want to break open the walls and pour the laughter and love inside my suitcase so I don’t have to leave it behind.

If I could I would reach around the entire house and embrace it and say thank-you over and over.

How will I be able to drive away in a few weeks and leave it–


I am not ready.

But it is time.

My parents will be there to help, I know it.

What blessings they brought to our lives.

I have so much to hold in my heart.

I love you my Big Yellow House on the Corner!

My HOME forever.


Blogcation until Sept.