What I Did This Summer part 3

The day after we got Michael home, Bruce's sister Marilyn and her husband James came out to Vernal for a visit. That Saturday (July 25) they took us to the Utah Field House of Natural History. It was pretty interesting learning a little about dinosaurs and rocks/geology, and stuff like that.

But the real fun started when we encountered dinosaurs!

rraaaawwrrrr!

During the next two weeks we worked on organizing our new home.

This is the front of the house; we Norths live upstairs. We all—both families—cook and eat together on the main floor.

This is my new bedroom. My bed is in an alcove (gable?).

This is our living room/girls' bedroom/sewing room. I have the camera and I'm standing in the hallway, facing east. There's a bathroom to my direct right, and to Bruce's left (my right) is an alcove with the sewing and ironing tables.

We also did some gardening with the Rays

And my kids worked on corrupting the Ray kids with their tablets and iPads.

On August 7 we went back to Salt Lake to take care of some errands and appointments, and get the rest of our stuff out of the house. On Saturday (the 8th) we went to Provo River Falls on our way to pick Lindsey up from Camp Steiner (where she worked all summer).

And on Sunday we had an open house/welcome home for Michael. We headed back to Vernal on Tuesday.

The following Saturday we drove down to Ephraim to deposit Lindsey at Snow College. She is excited to be back there and she's excited about her classes. Yay!

Moving into her new apartment.

Then we had a four-day breather before school started here in the Uintah Basin. 

one teacher, three high-schoolers, and two middle-schoolers

It has been one crazy-busy summer!

What I Did This Summer part 2

We stayed in Vernal arranging our things and getting settled for a couple weeks before we went back to get more of our stuff from the West Valley house.

Our first week there, we got to go to a ward activity: a picnic and swim party at the local recreation center. It had been nice, sunny weather until the day of the picnic—in fact, up until the hour of the picnic. Then they were grilling burgers and serving potluck sides and desserts in some cold, cold rain! But the swimming was indoors, and the kids had fun in the pools while we grown-ups visited.

Here's one of the youngest members of our new family,
feeling sleepy and trying to have dinner in the rain.

fun in the pool

A dinosaur in the kiddie pool? Of course!
In Vernal, dinosaurs are everywhere! (Seriously, statues on the main drag of town, pictures on the street signs—even the rodeo is called the Dinosaur Round-Up.) It is my goal to take pictures of my family with every dinosaur we see. 

We also took a Saturday outing to Remember the Maine Park—we got rained on there, too. In fact, it was nice all day and then rained pretty hard every evening for about the first three weeks we were here. Here's a bunch of pictures of the kids playing at the park:

We did other fun things with the Rays, like having family movie nights:

baking goodies:

and picking cherries?

There's someone picking cherries!

On July 15 we were notified that Michael would be finishing his mission in one week, and we would need to pick him up in Orem on July 23. We also got the opportunity to attend the Salt Lake Temple on July 22 with him and other missionaries who were leaving his mission at the same time. The Ray family was also going to be in Salt Lake, so Daniel took a trailer down to help us pack up some more stuff on the 22nd. (Actually Daniel and Bruce did all the packing. Just walking into the house and seeing all the stuff we still had to deal with transformed me into Cranky Girl.)

We went to the temple with Michael on the 22nd, attended a missionary testimony meeting in Orem that evening, and picked him up the next morning.

fireside in Orem, July 22, 2015

President and Sister Killpack of the Utah, Orem Mission 

We had lunch with Grandpa North...

...and visited with Grandma and Grandpa Johnson 
before we went home to Vernal. 

Hi Everybody!

I totally copied this banner after I saw the one my friend Sam had for her son—such a fun idea! And I can re-use it for Jason. ;-)

Well, that's still not everything we did this summer. More next time!

What I Did This Summer part 1

In honor of the first day of school, and in breaking an almost three-month silence (except for the missionary posts) I am "writing" an essay on What I Did This Summer. Really, it will be mostly pictures. :-)

As most of my friends know, last year Bruce got a job teaching 5th grade at Maeser Elementary School (in Vernal, Utah). He drove three hours to Maeser every Sunday night, and then commuted back to us every Friday night for the whole school year—August 8 thru May 22. It was not very fun. So we decided to move to Vernal (Maeser).

In May we finished tiling the bathroom and painting the house:

We also got a message from a friend who needed to get rid of her baby rooster. She said she'd give us three hens that were already laying if we took the rooster. So we did!

Kaylie's got one of our new hens!

The chickens went to Vernal a few weeks before we did.

Then we started packing up all our stuff, which took all of June and a lot of July. On July 4 we rented a U-Haul and started packing stuff into that, we drove away on July 7, but that wasn't the end of it by any means. 

Bruce did a pretty good job backing the truck up to the house
—but he missed the lightpost by only about 5 inches!

Brandon uses his manly muscles to pack up an important item.

Our friend Ralph and his wife Jamie helped a lot with
loading the truck. Ralph just started hauling the piano out
by himself, but that thing weighs about a ton.  Instead he
lifted it up to let Bruce slide a dolly under it.

This was our brand-new refrigerator for the weekend.

This is just a small sampling of the stuff we left behind,
until we could make another trip. Moving is a pain!

All last year, while Bruce was working away from us, he stayed with some new-found friends, Daniel and Wendy Ray. The Rays very generously invited us to move into their house while we got things settled—things like selling our own house—so that we could all be together. They cleared out the entire top floor of their house for us to move into. So when we got to Vernal late Tuesday night we unloaded the necessities into the upstairs rooms, saving the rest for the morning.

Tuesday night we moved the beds in.
Everything else waited until the next day.

So here's the story of Luna, our cat:

Luna was very curious and wandered all around the forests of boxes as we packed them up. She also  had to explore the moving truck as it sat outside with the gate open. But she did not like the moving of the big furniture; she hid out most of the day. Since we were loading the truck on July 4, our neighbors were also lighting lots of fireworks that evening. Luna raced through the house and then hid under my bed for the night. (The local skunks didn't care for the fireworks either. Just sayin'.) On moving day, after we gave up on packing all our stuff, I stuck Luna in a box, packed her in the van and we drove away. She complained until we got onto the freeway, and then she was dead quiet. Even when we took a short break from driving there was no sound from Luna.

The kids and I took a little break at the Duchesne Welcome Center—
2 hours in to our 3-hour drive. They wanted me to 
take a picture of the magnificent sky.

The cat stayed quiet as we unloaded beds and bedding from the truck, and got all our clothes and blankets out of the van. Not a sound. I was feeling a little worried. Finally, after we had everything in that we needed for the night, I grabbed Luna's box. I wasn't super careful, but still not even a little meow. Uh-oh. I tipped the box sideways. Nothing. I shook it slightly. Still nothing. Had I killed the cat with stress?! I got to the porch and opened the box and Luna looked up at me and yawned. I had not killed her. Thank goodness! So I closed the box back up and took her upstairs to our new digs. She totally freaked out when she got out of that box. She didn't know where or how to hide, or whether her curiosity was stronger than her fear. So she warily crept all around our floor of the house with her backside crouched low to the floor but her neck stretched as high and far as she could extend it. After a couple days she got used to our place and started exploring the main floor of the house.

It was another two weeks before we went back to get more of our stuff, but that's a story for next time.

Missionary Monday!

Well, I am (apparently) not so good at posting my Missionary Mondays on Monday.

This week Jason sent us some pictures! But none of them were of him. :-(

Elder Mattice
this is a great photo of him, I'm sure, but it's not Jason

That's Elder Villareal in the center.
Neither of the other two guys is Jason.

the ferry—still not Jason

But here is the week's news:

"So on Tuesday Elder Mattice, Elder Mahabeer and I got up and out early (10:00,) to help a less-active member remove his blackberry bushes. In Utah that would be an easy task, but in two weeks BC blackberries will get the same amount of growth as Utah blackberries get in several years. Imagine a hedge made of Rose bushes, but with blackberries instead of flowers and green thorns instead of red thorns. (Are rose thorns red in Utah? I don't even remember.)

"So we started by eating all the ripe blackberries, because why waste perfectly good blackberries? Then we proceeded to use pruning shears to cut off most of the branches, and we finished them off by breaking the thorns by the base off and then pulling them out like any other weed. Fortunately the earth was fairly loose and the bushes not too thick. In the middle of all this, President Burt called, specifically for me. He asked some standard things, like what we were up to and if we were using our time wisely (he doesn't like us to do service or anything else if there's no way it will lead us to fulfill our purpose of finding, teaching, and baptizing). Then he said that an elder was going home and he needed me to fill the vacancy, and he asked if I would accept the assignment. I wonder what he would have done if I had said no, I really like my new companions and working in Victoria. But I didn't and last Wednesday I was shipped out again (literally) and headed to Chilliwack. So my new new companion is Elder Villarreal. He is from Mexico, so we have Language study every day. It's really weird, he watches church movies and pays very close attention and sometimes asks me what a word means, and I find something useful to do for an hour.

"On Friday Elder Villarreal (say Vee-uh-real or -rill) and I met this interesting guy named Fred. Fred is paranoid I think. He has a very fancy door-intercom thing, it has a camera on it and a light for nighttime use so that when some one knocks on the door in the evening/night (like us) he can still see who it is. He met Elder Villarreal before, which I found out because he spoke like he'd met us before. Sounds like he's interested primarily in the apocalypse side of the gospel and the signs of the times, but he seemed interested in the Restored Gospel when we told him that God had restored his Gospel and Priesthood preparatory for the second coming of the Messiah. So we'll see him tonight. That should be good.

"So that's my week. We met other cool people but  I can't think of them right now.
Love you guys!
Jason

"Ps. I forgot my shampoo and conditioner, so I don't have honey bucket hair anymore. But I don't have conditioner anymore, I've been using elder Villarreal's shampoo.
Also Ferry Food is super expensive, so I hardly have any money for the rest of the month. Meaning I probably won't be replacing my Honey-Bucket scented hair product. Thought you'd enjoy the Trivia.  =) "

The Spirit of British Columbia