I haven't written for four months. I guess I haven't been able to deal with much for most of this time. I let our trials get me down for awhile. Max and I still have no jobs, but we did sell our home. It closes on August 7th. So now we have got to find a place to live. We are looking at two rentals, one which includes a job for me to manage their properties. Hopefully we will know soon where we will be going. Lots of changes: moving, Karolyn and Kyle coming home from their missions in four weeks, Max being released as Bishop of the single's ward so that he can finish his doctorate (seven years running so far), and . . . hopefully we can add in "new job" to that list very soon.
Three weeks ago, Kimberly asked me to come early to California to help her get ready for Bryce's baptism. I went by bus. Greyhound bus. Don't do it--ever! The first leg of our trip (8.5 hrs.) was in a bus with no air conditioning. Vegas was 112 degrees, 95 at night. I had no leg room in my seat. My knees had to go up a little to rest on the seat in front of me. And as we were trying to sleep in the dark, a young man was loudly talking on his cellphone for over two hours. The next busdriver stepped on to the bus and angrily proclaimed, "If anyone on this bus is going to go crazy, just get off now because I won't take care of you, I'll drop you off in the desert and leave you there." (We didn't know why we were going to go crazy, but it later came to us.) As we tried to sleep, he drove so fast that if he turned a curve one way, we smashed into our seat partner, or if he turned the other, we fell off the seat!! Seriously! He honked at any car in front of him and scared us all to death. (But no one dared say one word to him.) Then at the LA station, I missed my next connection because they cut it off in front of me. I waited another hour and they then told me that it didn't go to Long Beach. (But it did.) I waited another hour, and someone stole my ticket. When I asked what to do, they just told me to buy another one. (The third driver sneaked me on. :)
Max drove in by himself on Friday and Rob's parents came from Provo as well. We all left California on Monday morning, July 12th to drive through the desert to Utah. Much better than the bus! I'll take Max for a driver any day. We stopped in Las Vegas to visited one of my bestest friends, Terri. She treated us to a buffet and we talked for a few hours. I hope her boss didn't get upset because we kept her for such a long lunch hour. It was so-so-so good to see her again.Now we are home and getting ready to move and find a place to go.Busy summer. The pic below has three fun boys with wizard wands.
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