This is a piece of a bigger picture. I welcome one and all to guess at what it is. In one week, or so, I’ll give the answer, and post a new one. Good luck and may the guessing begin.
Esta es una parte de la foto grande. Hay que adivinar lo que es. En una semana mas o menos regreso con la respuesta y otra foto. ¡Suerte!
This is a piece of a bigger picture. I welcome one and all to guess at what it is. In one week, or so, I’ll give the answer, and post a new one. Good luck and may the guessing begin.
Esta es una parte de la foto grande. Hay que adivinar lo que es. En una semana mas o menos regreso con la respuesta y otra foto. ¡Suerte!
As I sit on my porch, admiring the garden I have been working on, I figure I had better post pictures of the garden as much as I have.
Picture heavy!
View of front of house. I like to sit in those chairs and enjoy the warmth, and try to catch glimpses of the birds.
Here is from the west. The edges here are rain gutters that were taken off the house(they have been sitting on the ground for quite a while so I figured I can use them). I cut them and buried them as borders.
Same section, different view.
East section.
Sunflower-this is the first I had seen of it above dirt, it grows fast. These are the Mammoth Gray variety and will get heads about 20 inches wide and we will be able to eat the seeds, if the birds don’t get them first.
It is really cool-I think-to see the ground split from the pressure of the plants growing and breaking through.
Here are the beets once they broke through. I had to put the beets in a bigger pot, not pictured.
Here are blooms on the tomato plant (there are two opened, more not yet, one may be harder to see).
There was a furry creature that dug up in this flower pot. I think it must have a death wish!
Then I saw that it was digging up the pot where I had planted carrot seeds!
And if that wasn’t enough, it decided to dig into the unopened bags of soil that I hadn’t gotten to yet.
This picture was taken through the window. The birds like the food I put out, but must not be comfortable around me yet, because if I am on the porch they tend to stay away. Or if they do approach, they fly when they notice the camera.
However I was able to finally capture a few birds. Here is a sparrow.
And here is a Cardinal, we think he is still young and growing his red feathers yet.
We have beets, carrots, green bell peppers, big hamburger tomatoes, roma tomatoes, sun flowers, potatoes (white and red), and some strictly decorative flowers.
I started this post Sunday, so it gets that date, however I did finish it on Monday.
After I let Mallory play with it. I think this is from around Thanksgiving time. Right after I had it cut short. And it would stick however I pulled it. It was weird.
This is a piece of a bigger picture. I welcome one and all to guess at what it is. In one week, or so, I’ll give the answer, and post a new one. Good luck and may the guessing begin.
Esta es una parte de la foto grande. Hay que adivinar lo que es. En una semana mas o menos regreso con la respuesta y otra foto. ¡Suerte!
I love Spring. I love open windows. We have had the back door open with the screen door locked so fresh air can get in.
Apparently, the door is not sealed at the bottom, and we had a visitor enter on Friday. He does not sing and/or walk on two legs, so he does not warrant a name.
Jacob looked on Google, and it said to use humane traps. Sorry, humane went out the window the second that thing entered my kitchen. I called Ronda, she suggested a trap that I found easily and was inexpensive.
We set two.
When we arrived home tonight this is what we found:
He was snapped in this one after eating all the bait in the other one.
The package said to un-clip him into the trash and then the trap can be reused, It wasn’t completely dead yet, we threw it away with the mouse. They are not that expensive, and I really don’t want to touch it any more than necessary.
Jacob wants to put up a warning sign to all mice and spiders that dare to enter our house. Telling them we can co-exist peacefully outside, but in the house they are not welcome, under penalty of death.
I like to catch the spiders and put them in a jar and see which of them is the strongest!
Eight years ago today, I was serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was a part of the Chile Santiago West Mission. I was living in this apartment*, with my companion Hna (Flavia) Franovich, and two other sisters. Hna (Kerry) McBride, and Hna (Michelle) Affleck. We had all moved into this apartment a week before.
I got up to shower, in this bathroom.**
I lit the califont (water heater). The pilot light went out. I was in there for about half an hour. The other sisters began to worry that they had not seen or heard from me. They knocked on the door, no response. They knocked harder, still no reply. Bathroom door was locked, so Hna McBride ran at the door and broke it open. I was passed out on the floor and not breathing. I understand I was not flesh colored at this time, nor was I my normal size. They got me covered up and made calls to get help for me. Elder (Ryan) Williams and Elder (Jeremy) Jeppson arrived and I recieved a Priesthood*** blessing at the hands of Elder Williams. I am told it was a very short blessing and to the point. And I started to breath.
I was taken to multiple hospitals seeking treatment. Each in its turn rejecting me as being gone, and unable to do anything for me. Until I was taken to a military hospital, where I was placed in a decompression chamber. I remember slipping in and out of consciousness. There was a VERY attractive man**** sitting in the chamber with me trying to keep me calm as I would come to and panic. There was a window where I was able to see President John C. Hadfield. The next thing I remember is coming to in a MRI machine.***** Here are pictures of my brain.
top view 
sliced down the middle 
I think it looks like lettuce 
I appear to have a head like Homer Simpson 
my face is kinda scarry looking with out the front of it, makes me think of something from Star Wars 
Yoda-esk 
“tell ’em Large Marge sent ya”
When I really woke up, I was in a different hospital, and I believe it was the next day. It was a really nice hospital with great care. The hospital tag line is “en las mejores manos” “in the best hands” and it is true. The diagnosis was Carbon Monoxide Poisoning.
I was incredibly weak. It felt like the fork weighed 20 pounds.
When I was admitted they apparently had a hard time finding good places for IVs. Here are bruises from different places they attempted to sick me, in the end they found a spot on my right arm mid-way from my wrist to my elbow, on the other side.
much better with a whole face
Hermana Lexine Hadfield had brought me roses and candy. The candy I ate-I love Toblerone, and the roses I dried/pressed. I still have them. 5 days later I was released from the hospital, and we moved into a brand new apartment-no califont in the bathroom. And a great view from our 16th floor balcany. This was my view when I woke up the first morning. I will forever love the Andes.
I had regular check-ups. I took lots of medicine for a while.****** I ended up having sinus surgery to correct damage done there. I can breath, I still get headaches, have to be careful and eat regularly, and I struggle with memory issues. But over all, I am doing well, and am happy to just be alive, and hope that I can be of service to others. I am very grateful for all the people that were there to help me recover from this.
*My companion and I chose the room with out bed frames. It was nice having the mattresses right on the floor. And it is odd, I know, but I kinda miss the milk in a box. And on top of the fridge is an empty bottle of Show -the best apple soda ever! I do not miss cooking on the hot plate. You can see that some one’s mom sent a package and had peanut butter.
**The sink is to the left of the shot. Picture taken in the doorway. Dates printed on photos are only good if they are the correct dates, these pictures do not have the right dates, at least not all of them.
***It is the very same priesthood power that the prophets of old held. Of Moses and Noah. That same priesthood power of Christ’s mortal life, and that the apostles held even after His crucifixion. That same priesthood was restored to the Earth to Joseph Smith. Miracles have not ended. I know this to be a truth.
****I don’t remember exactly what he looked like. He had a beard, I think he had red hair, he wore green scrubs. I have a pair of green scrubs that remind me of the positives of the event. I remember being quite surprised that I was alone in a small “room” with a very nice looking man, then I realized that he was in scrubs and that, combined with my discomfort indicated to me that I was not dreaming, and that I was probably in a hospital. He tried to explain what happened, but I think I passed out again.
*****If you have never been in one of these, I do not recommend it. They are loud and I heard echos of it in my sleep for at least a month later, and for a while after when I was awake too-it made me feel so crazy when people would answer that they did not hear any pounding when I complained.
******I am pretty sure at the highest medicine intake point I had 12 pills in one day. And people wonder why I don’t like to take meds.
What is it?
This morning I decided that since it did not look like rain, I would mow the yard. I got out the mower for the first time this season.
It has rained way too much.
The sun has been peeking through the clouds intermittently.
The grass has been growing. A lot.
So, out came the mower.
I checked the oil. Good. I checked the gas. Filled it up. I pulled the cord. No go.
I pulled again. It wouldn’t pull as far as the first time. With my right hand on the dead-man’s bar, left hand pulling the cord, I braced myself with my left foot on the ground, and my right foot on the lower handle bar to keep it from rolling backwards. The start cord pulled out, but would not start. A couple more tries and the handle on the start cord rips out of my hand and hits my right ankle. I may have chipped a bone in my ankle. I hope not. It may just be a bad bruise. It does hurt a lot. A lot!
I sat down and cried until I was able to talk myself into trying to walk on it. I got up and while it hurts, I still had to mow the yard.
There was a ton of grass. Here is a picture of the edge where I mowed, though it does not show just how steep the yard is.
I finished and sat down. And it really baffles me how my ankle that hurts excruciatingly when I am sitting can be totally forgotten while I am mowing on steep inclines. I got out an ice-pack and put it on my ankle. I sat in a camping chair and propped my foot up on the other chair. The sun felt great and I relaxed.
And finally, I took a nap in the spring-time sun. Just makes me excited for the real summer sun.
This was from when we went out to take Senior Pictures. Jared on the left and Andrew on the right.