Good Things Come in Little Packages

I grew up in Southern Utah where the deer hunt was a big deal. Hunters would come up from California, hunt in our beautiful mountains, and take home their kill. It was a common sight to see hunters cruising along with a big buck tied to the back bumper. When I was a teenager I saw a cartoon that I thought was hysterical. It showed a car with California license plates, and strapped to the back bumper was a jack rabbit. Better small than nothing, right?!

So this is sort of my "jack rabbit" from the quilting retreat. It's small, but hey, it's done! And don't think it wasn't a challenge for my poor little left hand to manipulate those tiny pieces. They aren't perfect, but as my teacher said, "If a man on a fast horse wouldn't notice it, it's good enough."

Please Join Us For Leftovers

A few months Randy and I arranged separate rides to meet at the temple. The brother at the recommend desk was one of our high councilors. When I arrived I inquired if Randy had already arrived. He said, "Randy who?" I realized that he definitely knows Randy, but had no idea in the world who I am. I told Randy that we need to get the high councilors and their wives into our home where we can get better acquainted. We divided the group into three and had the first group over last night. It was a lovely evening (and I assure you, the photo is not a good one. The silver had been polished!).

We had a lot of food left over, and I thought it would be a shame to have dinner alone today, but how do you call someone and invite them over for leftovers? Rulon and Barbara graciously accepted, fussed over the delicious food, and even took seconds. That's what I call real friends!

Under the Weather

Sniff, Sniff! Cough, Cough! Sneeze! Sneeze! Sneeze! Sneeze! Sneeze! Sniff, Sniff! How depressing!