Thursday, October 29, 2015

55 Bald Eagles.

Not sure where this picture was taken.  James says the ones that don't have white heads and the young ones.

We had rain this morning here in Vernon.  It went from unseasonably warm to cold in two days.  

I made pumpkin bread to take to the sisters I visit teach.

I made another one for Jean Howard.

These are for Elida Pope and Hailey Chafin.

We took the truck and James drove me to the Chafin's where we shared the message about attributes of the Savior, love and charity, with Hailey and her baby Huntley.  

I tried to call Elida Pope but she never answered.  We decided to drive out anyway and leave the bread.  Thank goodness for James and his truck, I would have never found my way and we had to use four wheel drive a couple of times because of the mud.  

Later I got a thank you text from Elida saying they were planning on having the bread tonight with their hot chocolate.
On our way home we stopped at Stanford Store and picked up a couple of sandwiches. 

I did something exciting today, I paid our tithing online!  How convenient. 

We watched a Hallmark movie we had seen before called, "Three Weeks, Three Kids."  It had a good message and we enjoyed it just as much as we did the first time we saw it.

Kim had a pumpkin carving event at her house this evening.  This is something we always did with our kids and I am glad to see she is carrying on the tradition.

Michael, Cash and Carter Pace, Joe, Adam, and Alex.

Michael and his Bum pumpkin.

I got a text from Stacy tonight that made me really sad.  It went like this:

"Joshua is so distraught.  He has been crying for 45 minutes about the house.  He is so upset about his grandpa selling it.  I have explained but he just keeps saying he shouldn't have sold it and his whole life was there and grandpa built it.  I have tried everything.  Paul is talking to him now.  

Still crying.  I just don't now what to do.  He says he hates this house and he is mad at us for not buying grandpas house.  I try to explain but it doesn't matter.  Mom, he is just heartbroken.  He is lonely and misses the neighborhood.  Nothing I say seems to work."

This broke my heart.  I hope we can talk to him and help him to feel better when we come down.