Let's Have a Look-See

Sometimes it is hard to be the mom of these kids of mine.  Callie was defending her thesis on a day that was a scheduled work day.  I had decided not to go but when they changed the work day to a 1/2 PD day, I decided that I wasn't going to be working anyway, and took the trip to Boise.    She was professional and polished.  Her thesis was very Statistical, I  may or may not of understood it all. What through me for a loop was when I  noticed that all her work people called her McAllister.   She works for the Idaho Policy Institute. Her co-workers are young, professional and extremely smart.   I said to her boss  ' Did you call her McAllister?' And she answered, 'It's her name. What do you  call her?' When she was born after the three boys, I wanted her to have a name that would not slow her down in the business world.   It is what I envisioned all those years ago.   She has now finished her...

Callie gave me this book for Christmas.   I loved it.  An Idaho author writes a historical fiction novel taking place in the early 1900's, in the Wood River Valley.   Very nicely written.  It did inspire a day trip to the Sun Valley area.  It is not the first time a book has inspired a trip.    It was a beautiful day and I was happy that I could spend time with my family. 

Around 30 years ago, my mother asked me if I wanted the table that had been in my grandfathers basement.   Wes and I had no money and definitely wanted the table. . .              -This is not my table.  It is just like my table, only it looks a lot better than mine.- The table itself was problematic.  It was older and the we had a hard time finding chairs that were the right height, but we figured it all out and have been using it for years. When we moved here, it did not get up wrapped up correctly and it developed a problem or two during the move.  In the last few years, I knew it needed to be refinished.  Neither of us had any desire to refinish it, so we decided to buy a new one. You need to understand, I am a purger.  I have no problem throwing things out, but I have struggled letting go of this table.  It was my grandmothers table.  She died in 1940.  I've not only never met ...