from Thursday, December 24, 2009 at 3:47pm
I wanted to make my sister a table top water fountain for Christmas. After some fits and starts getting a design, I figured out that the rocks I got and the amount of rocks were heavier than I originally planned. And upon further pondering, I realized I had qualms about boxing up rocks and paying to send them through the mail. After all, Trina has rocks in her yard. Really, paying for a heavy box of rocks made no sense to me. I considered sending a gift card to Home Depot to get her own (or wash the ones from the yard.) Ben suggested I personally deliver them. The "seats available" looked good so off I went.
I put the pot in with my clothes, wrapped with the t-shirt and socks. I double bagged the rocks and put them in the same duffel. I wondered if TSA would consider them dangerous. I mean, Goliath died.
Sure enough. I watched my duffel go through the x-ray. I saw what she saw on that screen. I saw the look on her face. And was not surprised when she pulled my duffel off the belt and informed me that she was taking a look inside. I told her to look under the jeans. The look on her face was wonderful. Yes, there really were rocks in there. She said it did look a little funny on the screen. I knew that.
I put the fountain together for Trina last night. Brooke has lived in dorms and apartments for 1 1/2 years at college. I'm not sure if that experience lead to her reaction to the gurgling and trickling that came from the fountain as it sat on the counter and we watched BYU basketball, interspersed with Utah football. Brooke observed that it sounded like someone taking care of business in the bathroom. Then she got up and went to the bathroom herself. (I think she was getting ready to work out, but the timing was more than coincidental?)
Rachel came in from a day on the slopes with friends.
I felt so lucky to sit with that "boring" family. Stephan came home; Trina, the girls and I had just finished eating. The something bowl was on and Utah was playing. So everyone was just sitting together. Boring is nice. Even peaceful.
Trina had called back after I asked if I could come. She was remembering events from the previous visit (not her fault). I told her I really just wanted to sit quietly in a warm safe place. The Ford home is that.
I put the pot in with my clothes, wrapped with the t-shirt and socks. I double bagged the rocks and put them in the same duffel. I wondered if TSA would consider them dangerous. I mean, Goliath died.
Sure enough. I watched my duffel go through the x-ray. I saw what she saw on that screen. I saw the look on her face. And was not surprised when she pulled my duffel off the belt and informed me that she was taking a look inside. I told her to look under the jeans. The look on her face was wonderful. Yes, there really were rocks in there. She said it did look a little funny on the screen. I knew that.
I put the fountain together for Trina last night. Brooke has lived in dorms and apartments for 1 1/2 years at college. I'm not sure if that experience lead to her reaction to the gurgling and trickling that came from the fountain as it sat on the counter and we watched BYU basketball, interspersed with Utah football. Brooke observed that it sounded like someone taking care of business in the bathroom. Then she got up and went to the bathroom herself. (I think she was getting ready to work out, but the timing was more than coincidental?)
Rachel came in from a day on the slopes with friends.
I felt so lucky to sit with that "boring" family. Stephan came home; Trina, the girls and I had just finished eating. The something bowl was on and Utah was playing. So everyone was just sitting together. Boring is nice. Even peaceful.
Trina had called back after I asked if I could come. She was remembering events from the previous visit (not her fault). I told her I really just wanted to sit quietly in a warm safe place. The Ford home is that.
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