Monday, February 11, 2008
It looks like all of the thoughts and prayers are taking hold. We have entered a new phase, the holding pattern. Utah is continuing to improve, he took a short walk around the hospital unit and his numbers (doctors jargon) are improving as well. Now it's just a matter of waiting for all the medications to perform their balancing act. I know Ive said it before but hopefully he will be home by the weeks end.
I don't have much else to report so hopefully you don't mind if I share another short story with you.
It was another one of our spontaneous family trips through Souther Utah dad was well known for. This time we pilled in dads old green and white VW micro bus. Some of you probably remember that bus old bus very well. It was a long trip down through Bryce then down to Zion National Park over to Capital Reef and back home by way of Moab. Somewhere between Capital Reef and Moab we stopped for lunch at an old beaten down dusty, wind swept rest stop. We had been on the road for a long time and our provisions were running low. Dad ever resourceful said he was going to brew up some tasty hot dog soup. I figured on some kind of hobo gourmet delight. Boy was I wright. Dad fired up the cooking stove and threw in the last couple of hot dogs that had been floating around in the melted cooler water. After the dogs boiled for awhile he got out the dinnerware, I was puzzled, mom and dad got plates, Kay, Scott and I got bowls. I soon found out why. Mom and Dad got the hot dogs and the kids got the water that the hot dogs were boiled in. I was wright it was a Hobos delight.
Hey , listen if you want me to skip the stories I understand, but it's a nice way to pass the time.