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Arla's Aimless Anecdotes

This is my attempt to write one occasional email to various people at one time. I specifically write with my cousin Judy in mind. Since we grew up together we agreed in our teens that we'd always try to keep in contact. This is a supplement to our twice yearly phone calls and our once yearly visit at our Johanson Family Memorial Day Reunion.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Bad Words

You can only hear them from naughty boys in school. Lucas is a good guy but he told us this mean kid called him a “Monkey Butt” on the playground so soon in the school year. I hope no one says anything is “stupid” as that word is really bad. Miles doesn’t say the bad words but he has a way of acting out the ‘b’ word by shaking it around in the swimming pool letting his bathing suit slide down. I spoke with Charlie the other day and he can tell the best stories about his boys and their conversations. Of course I’m certain Charlie embellishes his stories while mine are pure facts.

We are moving from summer right into Halloween. The giant Spirit of Halloween Superstore is now open so Lucas picked out this costume, tried it on, pronounced it very scary and now he’s ready. I hope this means no more trips to the Halloween store. Miles is much easier to please when it comes to costumes.

Your sister and husband are just back in town after their trip to Lake Louise in British Columbia. Larry is headed to Medford on a plane today while Nancy heads to Prosser tomorrow. At this time we are hoping Dorena will be able to attend but no matter where we will feel her determined spirit as we race to the finish line.

I still can’t hardly believe that Lincoln Park has fired all the docents after your 18 years of volunteer hours, leading groups, lecturing to students and guiding guests. You are so fond of all the animals and I know how you will miss them. Maybe their policy will change soon as they will never again have such dedication from volunteers.

My mom has made her last visit to the Rockwood Clinic as she complained for one hour while we were in the waiting room. When she arrived in the doctor’s office she continued to perseverate on going home and asking who was going to get her home. She seems to be content to sit in her recliner watching television and napping most of the day. She says hi to me and visits with a few sentences and then tells me to go home so she can sleep.

Your trip to the Galapagos sounds great. Are you making plans yet? And how does it now feel to be 68? Our one hour phone call was great so we are caught up with details for now.

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