Thursday, July 23, 2015

In love with Yellowstone and the Tetons

Maybe it's because I went there so many times as a kid.  Maybe it's because I love the slower pace and all the beauty of this amazing area.  Whatever it is, one thing is certain.  I love Yellowstone National Park and Grand Teton National Park.  Amazing.  Inspiring.  Peaceful.  Serene.
(And, it's kind of exciting to know you are staying right on top of a huge volcano that could explode at any moment!)

This year I got an invitation to return with my daughter Claire and her family, including her husband's family and some members of his extended family. I know all these good people from previous encounters and I enjoy spending time with them.  They are so gracious and kind.  They are an easy going bunch and it is their tradition to go to Yellowstone and Colter Bay every summer. Every year.  I'm pretty sure they have a standing reservation at the Old Faithful Inn and the Colter Bay cabins.  Because they have made this trip many, many times, they have the routine down to a science.  I also made an observation as we spent time in both areas.  There is very little ethnic diversity in these two park (other than foreign visitors.)  Apparently other people are making the same observations and voicing concerns about what this means for the future of national parks as noted in the New York Times.  

My favorite part of the stay at Old Faithful Inn this year included a chance to climb the stairs to the top of the Inn and go out on the roof to take down the flags with a ranger.  They only allow six people per day to go on the roof and a reservation needs to be made months in advance.  It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and wouldn't you just know it, Old Faithful went off while we were on top!  We spent three nights at Old Faithful Inn and two nights at the cabins at Colter Bay.  The hikes were beautiful in all locations!  I prepared a couple of meals, tended kids and tried to earn my keep.  It was a joy to tag along.  I enjoyed the week with Claire and R and especially being with Lizzie and Will. The things they said and did, the adventures we got to do together and the places we went and the things we saw won't soon be forgotten.







Will with his stuffed elk.  We was trying to make it walk.  Silly boy.

We saw Old Faithful go off so many times it became common place.



Getting ready for a swim in a shallow and warm stream.



The crows nest at the top of the Inn.



Ranger R and his munchkins

Yellowstone stuffies for all children were a hit

The intrepid guests getting ready to climb to the top.

My favorite picture of them all!!! Baby Paul Bunyan (aka Will)



Looking for squirrels under the deck - Pancake and Waffle


Climbing higher and higher. Yikes!



The entire crew on Yellowstone Lake!





Our hike to Phelps Lake.  Gorgeous!  Right through bear country no less.

Happy kids at the cabins at Colter Bay.

A boat ride across the lake was a highlight.

Loved being with these two for the week and I even shared a bed with Lizzie.
 She said it turned out OK, even thought she was worried about it.  We bonded and had some good talks and stories.

This rock skipping adventure turned into a screaming fest when Will stepped on an innocent baby frog.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Robert









My younger sister Carol lost her husband on June 8.  His loss has been terribly hard for my sweet sister and her family.  She married Robert just a year ago and now he is gone.  He didn't get to stay with her for very long.  They fell in love and had a story book romance and had such wonderful plans to enjoy the future together.  She was widowed almost 12 years ago and we were all so happy for her to find Robert. 
We all mourn his loss.  He was such a sweet, genuine man and though I didn't know him well, I know he loved my sister.  The heartbreaking ironic tragedy is that she has now lost two husbands in her young age to brain tumors.  It just doesn't seem possible.  It just doesn't make any sense.   How did this happen, twice?? Why??
I mourn with my sister and I love her.  I don't know answers to why this happened to her.  Living in the land of WHY is a sad and lonely place.  I can only trust that God will have answers and that someday all will be made right and hope and pray that through his grace she will be comforted and helped through this almost unbearable trial.





Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Renovations

So much time has passed!  It has been a crazy, fun month.  We've been going 100 mph from dawn to dusk.  So much to report.  I need to go back to work so I can rest!
I'll start back in late May to begin.  We decided to take on some much needed house updates.  We hired a wonderful handyman named Spencer to to rip out our old deck and our old shower in our master bath and put in new ones.  He is a Jack-of-all-trades and can do almost any renovation job that needs to be done.  Our old deck just needed to be replaced after years of serious use and plenty of neglect.  Our shower was the same story.  They were both in need of an update.  Spencer installed a new Trex deck that is guaranteed to last for 20 years.  Awesome! Many good times will be enjoyed (have already been enjoyed) on this new deck.







He also ripped out our old shower and we thought our new Tyvarian shower would be installed within a couple of weeks.  Not so.  The installer WhiteWater has been a joke.  We have been without a shower for almost two months now.  I told them I desperately needed it installed before our family came to visit and we had 18 people in the house.  No go.  Seriously frustrating.  Finally they gave us $750 off the final price, but still.  I would have rather have had it installed timely than to receive the discount.  We wouldn't have ripped out the old one if we would have know it would take this long. FINALLY the walls are installed, but we still have no hardware or a door, so it is still unusable.




The final project has been to de-junk and organize our garage.  That turned out to be a BIG project as we got new shelving and worked to get rid of stuff.  The results are great and now I can find anything I need.  My seasonal decorations (which are substantial) now have a permanent home with new shelving and more organization.  Can I just say that I love organizing things if I have the tools needed to get the job done right?  I love a clean, well-organized garage.  Happiness!









Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Retirement part I

April 30 was my last day of work.  I've meet some wonderful people over those 35 years that I've worked on and off, and some interesting (not so wonderful) people as well.  I've worked about 25 of those years at Brigham Young University.  It's a great place to work, but it also has some draw backs, just like any large institution.

Let's review.  According to my employment record I received from BYU, I started working on August 13, 1979.  I worked full-time until April 2, 1982. I worked in the Advisement Center for the College of Family, Home and Social Sciences as an academic advisor for students who were majoring in Home Economics Education (my major), Clothing and Textiles and Child Development and Family Relationships.  My main duties involved meeting with students and helping them chart their course to graduation and then clearing them to graduate.  I had my own office and used an IBA Selectric typewriter with an interchangeable ball for different fonts and a correction ribbon right in the typewriter.  We all thought those typewriters were cutting edge.
I went through two pregnancies while working full-time.  It was hard to work every day while pregnant and then to leave Jordan with a baby sitter all day.  Rick was in law school during these years.  Some of the people I worked with were Larry T. (my supervisor), Sharon D., Paula H., Omar K., & Merle W.  I liked my job well enough but was happy to move on.  Among other lessons, I learned that some students can be whiners if they don't get their way. I learned to hold my ground and compromise when needed.

Next leg of my journey involved being on call from June 25, 1982 until September 11, 1987.  I worked again in the Advisement center for a time, in the Kennedy Center for International Relations, in the Economics department two times, in the Political Science department two times and as needed with the FHSS Dean's office.  I work a few short-term stints while other secretaries had a baby or underwent surgery or if extra workers were needed.  During this time, our son Dave was born and I had three young children at home. We needed the money, so I took whatever came my way.  I would work for a week or a month here and there, but it was doable. We moved into our first home during these years.  I met a lot more faculty members during this time and enjoyed moving around.  Over 90% of the faculty are wonderful, but the other 10% made life difficult.  I learned that some faculty can be whiners if they don't get their way.  I learned to hold my ground and compromise when needed.
During this time I worked with David M., Scott D., Dennis T.,  (my supervisor) Jim M., Rulon P., and I was sent out on these jobs by the Dean's Administrative Assistant Joyce P.  I worked mostly with men and learned that I would rather work with men than women.  Ha!  My duties were almost exclusively secretarial work.  Computers were just getting established on campus, and each department had a couple of computers that everyone used.  Word processing students were hired to type up documents, tests and papers in a place called...The Word Processing Center.  If someone wanted something typed up on the computer, they had to submit it well in advance. I remember when I heard the very unlikely rumor that in the future all professors would have their own computer in their office.  That seemed laughable!  How could BYU afford to buy every professor their own computer? I learned a lot of new skills during this time.  My first word processing program was Word Star and we used Dos commands.  Then the first Word Perfect word processing program came out and we thought there couldn't be anything better than that.  Little did we know.

I took a break from work from September 1988 (when Andy was born) until September of 1993.  I was home full-time with my kids and I loved it. But expenses started building up and so back to work I went.

In September of 1993 until January of 1995, I taught Home Economics at Independence High school part-time.  I started working when Andy was in pre-school and the other kids were in school all day. I taught two sewing classes and loved it.  Independence HS is an alternative HS and I worked with at-risk kids.  I loved the kids (even though I've never heard such foul language in all my life) but had trouble with the administration.  Long story there, but let's move on.

I went back to BYU on January 3 of 1995 and worked part-time (20 hours a week) until January 13 of 2000.  During these five years I worked in the Dean's office of the College of FHSS.  I was a receptionist and did all the things receptionists do.  I answered the phone, took messages, sorted the mail, filed and organized, made appointments, scheduled travel, ordered lunches, and organized meetings. I also did secretarial support for the New World Archeological Association and set up all their travel plans.  It was kind of a boring job but the hours fit with my family.  I was allowed to work from 10-2, M-F while my kids were in school.  I would get them out the door and then be home before they returned.  I also didn't work during the summer.  Those were perfect hours for a working mother of four, but not the normal hours of a worker at BYU.  I knew I was capable of doing more assignments, but this time the work schedule was more important than the work assignments at this point.  I appreciated Joyce P. and Clayne P. allowing me to work those hours so that I could take care of my kids.  I worked closely with Dean Clayne P.  We was a very nice man who was quite disorganized.  Other people in the office were associate Deans Dennis T., Paul P., Sally B., Jim H., and the full-time administrative assistants Lori S., and Marilyn W.

In January 13 of 2000, a new Dean came on board.  David M., asked me if I would be his AA and work full-time.  I told him I just couldn't do that and take care of my children.  He told me he wanted me to be his AA anyway and he said he would work with me if I would take the job.  I agreed.  I got moved up to a 3/4 position and started qualifying for the master retirement plan.  I got a nice raise and I hired three students to help me essentially do a more than full-time job in 3/4 time.   David had lots of ideas and started immediately creating more work.  I worked for him for seven years until 2007.  These were the busiest years of my life.  I worked hard at work and never got my "to do" list done.  Never.  I was the Relief Society President during this time.  Two of our children went on missions and our daughters married during these years.  Sometimes I thought I would churn into butter.  I literally had every minute of every day fill to the max.  It was stressful, but I loved it.  Dean M. had me start taking on event planning for the college and I really enjoyed it.  I planned and executed graduation exercises for the college.  I planned and executed the inaugural Marjorie Pay Hinckley endowed lecture and chair and got to meet President Gordon B. Hinckley and shake his hand.  Dean M. started a National Advisory Council and I helped a lot to get those gatherings going. We had our first Fulton poster conference I and worked hard on that too.   I met some wonderful people along the way.  Finally, I could plainly see that the Dean needed a full-time person and that I should move on and open up the space. I couldn't keep up that pace much longer.  Robin S. came on board and I trained her to do many of my responsibilities and I took on event planning for the college exclusively.  I loved doing event planning and found my niche in that area. I learned that some administrators can be whiners if they don't get their way.  I learned to hold my ground and compromise when needed.

To be continued...




Sunday, June 7, 2015

Trust in God

Wow.  A month has gone by since my last post.  So much has happened.  Some wonderful happenings and some very hard happenings.  Through it all, I've had a thought go around and around in my head for several weeks.

It is this...I simply trust God.

I do.

I trust that he knows me.  I trust that he loves me.  I trust that he is aware of my situation and of those happenings in the lives of those I love.  I trust that he sees the big picture.  I trust that I can turn to him and that he will hear my prayers, by hopes and dreams and the pleadings of my heart.  I trust that his answers to me will be for my best good.  I trust his outcomes even when (and especially when) I don't understand or agree.  I trust that he will direct my path.

I trust that he knows what he is doing.

Sometimes certain happenings just don't make any sense to me in the here and now.  The suffering, the sinning, the unfairness, the pain, the losses. Oftentimes I can't see the beginning from the end. Sometimes I have to look back to see the Lord's hand manifested in the details of my life and in the lives of those I love.  Living in the moment, they are often too hard to differentiate.  Sometimes I just don't get it and sometimes I do.  Some of the stories in the lives of the people I love around me are still unfolding and some don't look like they will end the way we would like.  But through it all, I trust.
Yes, there is faith, hope and charity.  I believe in those eternal truths too, but to me, trust is the compilation of all three.  At the end of the day, you can believe, hope and love, but if you don't have trust in a higher power who is omniscient, then what is the point?
There are so many things I don't understand and so many things that are a frustration and a trial and hard to bear.

But I trust in God.
I feel his love.
I know he is there.
I see his handiwork.
I feel his kindness, wisdom, goodness and forgiveness.
I put my trust under the shadow of his wings.





Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.  In all thy ways, acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy path.
Proverbs 2:5-6

The fear of man bringeth a snare; but whoso putteth his trust in the Lord shall be safe.
Proverbs 29:25

How excellent is thy lovingkindness, O God! Therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.
Psalm 36:7

Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid; for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song, he also has become my salvation. 
2 Nephi 22:2

And thus we can behold how false, and also the unsteadiness of the hearts of the children of men; yea, we can see that the Lord in his great infinite goodness doth bless and prosper those who put their trust in him.
Helaman 12:1