Rasmania 101: A couple of mostly routine weeks (pre-July 4th Holiday)

I took Roy to the hospital, early Monday morning, June 19, for his 2nd excruciatingly painful treatment. This time (because of prior experience), I left him there and told the nurse to call me when he was nearly done. I went home and took Caitlyn to the airport and then did housework to pass the time. Roy wasn't ready for me until around 3:00. This time he went to bed when we got home and rested. He said it has made his recovery this week a little better than last time.
This week I enjoyed a sewing/embroidery class; Roy and I went to the play 1776 with Lloyd and Gayla Allen, I spent a lot of time sewing while Roy went to his HAM radio camp (this year he didn't stay all night, but did a lot of driving to and from).
Also, Roy and I started reading grandpa Cook's autobiography together.
We saw pictures from Max' birthday party. It looked like he had a fun day.

As this week was so uneventful, I took a couple of backyard pictures to show how well everything is coming together. Our garden has already produced about 5 yellow and green summer squash, 1 cucumber, radishes, and numerous herbs.

Garden Boxes

Week of June 26-July 2:

Caitlyn returned from Europe on Wednesday night. It's interesting to me that in many countries in Europe, marriage is becoming a thing of the past. Caitlyn said that the road crossing lights are not a stick figure of a man anymore, but symbols that randomly change throughout the day from man/woman, to man/man, to the symbol for a transgender person, etc. She said that her guide said that London is all about equality. I thought it was ridiculous. At least in our country, marriage is still the ideal for most people.
We were able to take her and her friends boating on Saturday for a fun day in the sun.

We bought a new tube on the way (I'm not sure I told the story of the tube we popped at Lake Powell). You can ride this one forward, sitting down, or backward, kneeling. It was a lot harder backward. Forward it seemed impossible for anyone to fall off, which is good for the grandkids. It is a really stable tube.

Sunday, there were many who bore their testimonies and expressed gratitude for the privilege of living in this country. I am also so grateful for those who have given up so much for the freedoms we enjoy today. Those who have fought and died for our country, and those, like Phineas Wolcott Cook and other ancestors who accepted the gospel of Jesus Christ and left everything they knew to give us a wonderful place to live, but more importantly, our own testimonies of the gospel of Jesus Christ that is the key to living wonderful, fulfilling and happy lives. We are so blessed!
Our Sunday School lesson was about not allowing ourselves to be deceived, and our Relief Society Lesson reminded us to "Ponder the path of thy feet and let all thy ways be established." Proverbs 4:26. Both of these lessons brought my thoughts back to my agency and the blessing that I have to be able to choose my path. It's good to ponder our path often and make sure that we are not getting off the path by many small choices.

Sunday evening we had the family for our 4th of July dinner. We cooked hamburgers and hotdogs, and everyone in Utah came. We had little toy boats for the creek in our backyard. We had told the kids to make sure their kids wore shoes and clothes that could get wet because we had boats for them to race in the creek. Gunnar came in and immediately asked grandpa where the boats were. Roy brought out the plastic Dollar Store boats to show him. He said, "grandpa, these aren't boats. I thought we were going to be able to sit in them." He was quite disappointed. We had a good laugh at trying to put boats large enough for a child to sit in, in our little creek that is only about 4 to 6 inches deep.