Fletch Sketch continued...

For some reason I have not been able to publish posts here for months, so I started a new blog for us to store our memories. The new address is fletchsketch.blogspot.com.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Passing time.

Now that American Idol is over, I've been looking for things to fill the enormous void.

First on my list:

Fix the yard. I love/hate this job. I stink at it, but flowers make me happy. I wish I had more pictures of all the work I did yesterday, but the truth is: None of the work I did turned out all that well. Here 's a picture of the view out our basement window. I love potted plants. Any idiot can successfully pull off a reasonably lovely potted plant (as I, myself, have demonstrated).

Second on my list: Read this book.



Third on my list: Turn off the television and avoid all reality television shows (until next season's American Idol, of course, but that is many, many months away).


Another BIG thing on my list: Try and find the marriage record of my great, great aunt who died at age 105. No one ever knew she was married because she kept it a secret. Apparently back in those days (WW2), she would not have been able to keep her job as a teacher if she was a married woman. She confided to only one person (that person--her niece--is now 90 years old), but my aunt never revealed the actual name of her husband. She was very tight lipped and secretive. Now the task falls to me to find proof. Ideas, anyone?


Other random May happenings in our house:

Lincoln enjoyed a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich dipped in ranch dressing. And yes, he really did enjoy it. Both he and Laura are fans.



I found this rather cute picture of Noelle taken by a mystery photographer, whom I suspect also took the picture after this one.





An upside-down Isaac mouth.




A bird fell out of its nest in our backyard. (Those are Laura's hands. The girl was born to be a wildlife conservationist.)




Steve preparing a lesson. (Audio clip of the snoring, not provided.)

8 comments:

HG said...

Are you sure Steve didn't knock the bird out of its nest himself?

Emily Norby said...

The picture of the bird is AMAZING! I keep clicking on it to enlarge it...

literaqueen said...

Have you checked on the new Family Search program at new.familysearch.org? I'm not sure if it's been launched in Iowa yet, but if it has, that would be a good starting point.

I wish more of my lesson planning involved napping on the couch.

Did the baby bird survive?

Uglies is on my list of "to read" as well; tell me what you think of it.

Fletch said...

Oh yes, I've checked new.familysearch. Nothing. Really, I've got to find a marriage record in either Utah or California sometime around the end of WW2 and I only know the name of the bride. I've talked to every remote relative still alive and this is all we know for certain. So right now I am wondering if I just ought to start calling each and every county in both states and have them look up her name, since marriage records aren't typically digitized.

No, the bird did not survive. Laura was heartbroken.

I'm halfway through Uglies and it reminds me a lot of The Giver, Brave New World, etc. It's another take on a faulty "Utopia" system. I like it better than both of those other classics so far.

The Conductor said...

I have to say, I am impressed by your goals. Maybe I will now try to pull off a potted plant.

Garrett dips everything in Ranch, too. But I will not tell him about the PBJ sandwich idea...

I bet Steve's lesson turned out just fine. Right? How do men get away with that??

Unknown said...

Did the bird die or survive. Looks kind of dead. Sad.

I went up to Jackson Hold and Yellowstone this weekend.

I accidentally hit a bird.


It died.


Sad.

Garrett and Heather Wood said...

Your great aunt's story sounds so mysterious--I love it. How is "Uglies" I never heard of it. I really loved the Isaac's upside down mouth pix. Now that's a true artist at work.

Garrett and Heather Wood said...

P.S. Happy Birthday Lincoln! We love you. May the Force be with you...Always.--the Woods