I turned around like “pause. I’m, actually there IS work involved, you just aren’t the one doing it.” π my dinner game has been top tier lately and these lovely cranes of mine are getting from scratch excellence served up every night. Without any work. Lol. These are the moments when I think about families who like go live on a working farm or a sailboat or serve in an orphanage in a developing country or go off grid for a year to teach their children about hard work and self reliance and suddenly their ideas don’t seem so radical or crazy. We’re struggling with entitlement for a 1 hour walk. For leisure. On a paved And landscaped trail.
-Years ago when Aaron was in the bishopric and I had 5 or 6 little kids on our row. Corbin was probably around 6 years old and he would take off during sacrament meeting, knowing full well my hands were too full to chase after him. One Sunday, Corbin bolted…and yall were sitting behind us. Shane put a hand on my shoulder to sit me back down and got up after Corbin (who had headed straight for the parking lot.)
Not long after, Corbin marched back in and slowly sat reverently, but looking very cross. Kid did not bolt again…but I did see him turn back to look at Shane, who just winked at him.
-Quincy of course, can thank Shane for coming over and telling her he sucked his thumb until he woke up
on his 5th birthday and it had popped right off lol. She quit cold turkey AND went to preschool and told Leah Scheele, who also quit once she saw Shane that Sunday and he made a point to wave at them with his stubby hand and re-traumatize them each week.
-I loved the way Shane loved everyone as if he was a favorite uncle to my kids. He hugged the tightest, kissed you right smack on your face, always called me darlin’ and asked how I was doing with a genuine heart to hear my answer.
-Shane could talk about deep Gospel doctrine with Aaron for hours on end like neither of them had anywhere else to be. He was a good friend and ministered so well.
He could tease about a ball game with Corbin, who cried very real tears and then nodded affirmatively, “Shane was a good man.” when I told him about his death this afternoon.
Newborn baby Sloane had more forehead kisses from uncle Shane than any baby has ever had in the history of baby forehead kisses!
When his brother got sick, Shane would share stories of hope and miracles he witnessed in his messages to our kids. I know that one of the reasons my children look out for each other and love each other so well is because of the example he set for them.
-Shane taught me how to use shims to a door plumb in a frame and how to adjust the torque with the screws so it closes perfectly. I confidently replaced all the doors in my last house after he taught me and then he came over and held baby Soren and let Corbin climb all
over him and Reese and Quincy asked him a dozen questions while he taught me how to install bifold doors in all the closets. He was excited about every carpentry endeavor and supported my projects with compliments and sound advice.
-No matter what I was eating when Shane stopped by, he reached over and took a bite of it right out of my hands or off my plate. A cookie, a sandwich, enchiladas, an apple, a bowl of ice cream using my spoon. It didn’t matter and I didn’t seem odd and aaron once pointed out that I am also this kind of person and it something that is actually not very normal feels super normal to me because we are kindred spirits.
-Shane gave blessings to so many of us when we were sick or tired or just weary in spirit. I remember being so very sick and pregnant and he and Aaron ministering to me after in had vomited until I passed out. He was compassionate and generous beyond average and served without ever being asked. He was a friend to Aaron and a role model to me. We are so thankful for his spot in our lives as my little family has grown up. We loved him and will miss him very much.
Music stuff:
There is a lot of new activity on the Two Door Cinema Club social media accounts dropping funny hints and obscure teasers and clues of a vinyl repress of our favorite album, Tourist History, for its 15th release date anniversary. This record is impossible to find, has not been in production for 14 years. I ask the owner of every record shop I ever step foot in, and turns out it’s notoriously impossible to obtain. We would definitely geek out over a repressing, or even better, an album anniversary tour! TDCC have not released new music in a loooong time. End the draught!
That said, another concert without Fake Band with us would definitely be less fun.
Also of note in the music scene (no one who reads this cares, but it is relevant in my brain and a discussion topic among Aaron and my children):
-Dayglow, Mon Rovia, and The Head and the Heart are all coming in the next month. All three concerts are on Sundays ππ»ππ». Bummer to miss. Dayglow isn’t even the headliner, they are opening for Twenty One Pilots. We know lots of people with tickets to the show and I hope they appreciate the quirky and happy opening act!
-Taylor Swift and The Good Neighbors both drop albums tomorrow. Taylor is scantily dressed as a Vegas showgirl on her album art. Goth Babe dropped an LP and it’s just like the other stuff.
-there are lots of NOT-on-Sunday live music events coming but it’s all stuff I listed to with Q so I wouldn’t have a fan to attend with. That’s kind of a bummer and a reminder of the weird loneliness that is life with adult kids who live far away. Alex Warren, Jonah Keegan, Saint Motel, Cage the Elephaht, Jelani Aryah to name a few. Any middle aged women out there big fans of indie music? Wanna be my friend? ππΌ π Beuler?
Our wonderful prophet President Russell Marion Nelson died Saturday night. Soren gave a good talk Sunday morning about the blessing of having a latter day prophet. He shared a story about how the words of the prophet turned around a terrible and contentious day our family was having and changed us for the better. President Nelson’s love was easily felt. His optimistic, hope filled counsel was inspiring. He will get his own post
I spent the morning volunteering at BHS orchestra Senior Media Day. I don’t have a senior but their banners are going to look so good. Here’s of peek
of Mr Collett working with philharmonic orchestra. I’m not on campus nearly as often as I was in past years. SBO still keeps me busy and All region and Honors will be all weekend long days, but for now I’m there so rarely that it was a treat when I do get to pop in and see the students..
I love a pot of bean soup. Every time I smoke a brisket, tri tip, pork butt, etc, I save a single portion in a ziplock and freeze it. On soup day all this greatness was added to the pot (along with ground sausage, a strip of bacon, diced tomatoes with green chilies, spices and love) it was a chefs kiss!
PSA: these mint Oreo thins are delicious. I was heavily influenced by the clean simple eats marketing to buy them as a mix-in for protein ice cream in my parents’ Ninja Creami.
I was heavily influenced by myself to decide the mint flavored protein powder sample that I purchased was not good and took a lil stack of Oreos to my bed last night.
I’ve had a few phenomenal late night walks with Kasey lately. She rode with me into town and LeoWe had a pretty successful family Sunday walk this week, and by success I mean we were present. There was, as always, moderate complaining, but we just kept going bc Willies show up. The girls loved this walk and the boys tolerated it.
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