Birdhouse

 

Charles Cunningham Boycott was born in England in 1832. He was discharged from a military academy after failing exams. His family bought him a commission in the 39th Foot Regiment, but his military career was unremarkable. Charles became a land agent for Lord Erne. Essentially, he was to manage a 629-acre farm in Ireland and collect rent from tenant farmers. In 1880, after a particularly bad harvest, Charles evicted eleven tenants behind on their rent. The community objected. The process server, escorted by 17 policemen, was pelted with manure as he tried to deliver eviction notices. The locals treated Charles as if he had leprosy. His household staff, farm laborers, and stable hands refused to work for him. The shopkeepers in town stopped doing business with him. He even stopped receiving mail. Charles and his family fled to America and changed their name to Cunningham, because “Boycott” had come to mean shun, spurn, and snub.

Twenty-Four Kitty Cats

 

Ignacio Anaya was born in Chihuahua, Mexico in 1895. He worked as a maître d'hotel during the 40’s at the Victory Club, a restaurant near the Mexican/U.S. border. The Club was a popular spot with servicemen, because of its proximity to a U.S. Army base. One day in 1943, a hungry group of Army wives walked in, and the chef was A.W.O.L. Ignacio seated the women and said, “Let me fix something up for you.” He went into the kitchen, picked up tostadas, grated some Wisconsin cheese on top, and put them under the broiler. Once the cheese was golden-brown, he topped his creation with sliced jalapeño. The wives loved the crispy, cheesy dish. They returned often to request “Ignacio’s Special.” In no time at all, the simple recipe showed up in cookbooks and other restaurants, often with additions like meat or beans. Ignacio never patented his creation, but to this day it bears his nickname, “Nachos.”

Striped Heart

 

“Jesus Christ has infinite capacity to forgive, promising that ‘as often as my people repent will I forgive them their trespasses against me.’ Because of Jesus Christ, sins for which we have sincerely repented leave no spiritual scar, track, or trace. There is no scarlet letter to wear, now or in the eternities. When we repent with real intent, the entirety of our sin, not just a part, is figuratively nailed to the cross and we no longer bear its spiritual consequences. After we have repented, we owe no more to justice because Jesus has paid the debt; He pardons us from deserved punishment. We are forgiven, our hearts and hands are made clean, and the Lord remembers our sins no more. The Lord our God is mighty; he will save, and he will rejoice over us.” – Elder Dale G. Renlund

Eighteen Leap Frogs

 

Wikipedia calls Centralia, Pennsylvania a “near ghost town,” because it has four residents. In the 1950’s, there were nearly 2,000 people living there. In May, 1962, the borough council hired volunteer firemen to “clear” the town landfill, meaning they were to burn the trash, then put the fire out. The area had been an old strip mine, above a warren of coal mine shafts dating from the 1860’s. There should have been a layer of fireproof clay between the trash and the mines, but someone dropped that ball. In 1979, a service station owner noticed his gas was very hot. A thermometer lowered in the underground tank read 172 degrees. A 12-year-old boy nearly died when a 150-foot sinkhole opened in his grandma’s back yard. Carbon monoxide spewed from the ground. In 1983, Congress allocated $42 million to relocate residents and demolish homes and businesses. It’s estimated the underground fire will continue burning another 200 years.

Green Bat

 

They started showing up the day after July 4th, and now there are displays of Halloween-themed merchandise absolutely everywhere. Halloween is exactly two months away. While there are plenty of minor holidays between now and then, none of them seem to drive consumers to whip out their pocketbooks like the spooky end of October. So, store windows that held red-white-and-blue everything just a few weeks ago are now full of orange, black, purple, and slime green. There’s even a name for this odd phenomenon. It’s called “Summerween.” I think the Disney program “Gravity Falls” coined the term back in 2012. In the show, Summerween fell on June 22nd, and I’m sure die-hard fans still observe that date. But it might be more rewarding to celebrate sometime in August. It’s a great excuse for dragging out your 20-foot skeleton several weeks early. Pumpkins aren’t available just yet, but you could try your hand at carving Jack-o-melons. 

Gold Star

 

You know Murphy’s Law. Do you know these?

Parkinson’s Law: “A task always expands to fill the allotted time.”

Hofstadter’s Law: “Everything takes longer than expected, even when you take into account Hofstadter's Law."

Hanlon’s Razor: “Don’t attribute to malice that which can be explained by stupidity.”

The Pareto Principle: “Roughly 80% of outcomes result from 20% of causes.”

The Peter Principle: “In a hierarchy, every employee tends to rise to their level of incompetence.”

Hick’s Law: “The time it takes to make a decision increases logarithmically with the number of choices available.”

Goodhart’s Law: “When a measure becomes a target, it ceases to be a good measure.”

The Dunning-Krueger Effect: “People with low ability overestimate their competence, while highly skilled individuals underestimate theirs.”

Occam’s Razor: “Of two competing theories, the simpler explanation is to be preferred.”

Chesterton’s Fence: “Look before you leap; understand before you take action.”

Brook’s Law: “Adding manpower to a late project makes it later.”

Corn and Tomatoes

 

Jeffrey “Roofman” Manchester was born in Sacramento in 1971. After high school, he served in the Army, where he learned weapons handling, rappelling, and several other skills he would use later as a career criminal. Before embarking on his crime spree, Jeffrey was a McDonald’s worker. In November, 1998, he began robbing businesses – most of them McDonald’s locations. He’d start by meticulously casing the joint. Then, late at night or early in the morning, he’d climb to the roof, drill or saw a hole, and enter the building. He’d wait until employees showed up, then hold them at gunpoint and lock them in the freezer while he emptied the cash registers. Jeffrey used this method for up to 60 robberies across the country. He was caught and incarcerated, but escaped prison by hiding in a truck undercarriage. For several months he evaded capture by living in a Toys “R” Us, eating candy and baby food off the shelves.

Twenty Kitty Cats

 

Darius Salem Clement, my third great-grandfather, was eight years old when his father died in New York. His mother took her young children to Nauvoo, and when the Saints abandoned their “City Beautiful,” she followed. She died along with her oldest son and daughter at Winter Quarters, leaving Darius to walk the rest of the way to Zion with his younger brother and sister. I think of them whenever I hear the song, "Pioneer Children." They arrived in the Salt Lake valley in 1848, when Darius was just 14 years old. Darius worked at the Archibald Gardner Mill with his uncle Warren Foote. (Yes, this is the same mill that today houses Archibald’s Restaurant in Gardner Village.) Later, when Warren built his own mill between the Big and Little Cottonwood creeks, Darius worked with him there, too. His grandchildren spoke of him as a quiet man who loved tending his orchard, his garden and his bees.

Four Tomatoes

 

“As we extend Christlike love to each person we serve, our eyes are opened to their divine potential. We begin to see them as the Lord sees them—mortal souls with the capacity to become exalted beings through the Savior’s restoring power and grace. As we care for each soul, we help connect them to the Savior, inviting them to be healed and transformed through His atoning blood. In return, our own lives are blessed—we become more like the Savior and are filled with great joy. My dear brothers and sisters, as one of His special witnesses, I testify that our Savior, Jesus Christ, loves us more than we can ever imagine. In the words of the hymn, ‘For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.’” – Elder Gérald Caussé

Sixteen Leap Frogs

 

George Reynolds, my second great-grandfather, was a nine-year-old boy in England when he met his first Mormon; his grandmother’s maid. He attended the Paddington Branch with her and wanted to be baptized. His family was furious. They sent him to a boarding school in France, but he managed to be baptized at age 14. George was 21 when he was called to serve as George Q. Cannon’s private secretary and emigration clerk of the Liverpool Mission. He made arrangements for thousands of European converts to come to Zion before he was able to make the trip himself. He took a steamer to New York, a train through St. Louis, a river boat to Nebraska City and a stage coach to Denver. The Sioux nation was on the warpath at the time, so George and two companions had to make most of the rest of their journey by mule. They travelled at night, careful not to light any fires, to avoid being seen.

Two Tomatoes

 

My third great grandfather, Henry Weeks Sanderson, was born in Massachusetts in 1829. His parents became converts to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and moved to Nauvoo in 1843. He wrote in his journal about hearing the news of Joseph Smith’s martyrdom less than a year later. Henry was only 17 when the Saints arrived at Council Bluffs, but he was accepted as a member of the Mormon Battalion in Company D. The battalion made a grueling 2,000-mile march from Iowa to San Diego, helping the U.S. secure much of the American Southwest, and opening a southern wagon route to California. Henry never made it all the way to the coast. He rejoined the Saints in the Salt Lake valley with a detachment of sick soldiers from Pueblo, five days after the original band of pioneers arrived. He was not yet 19. 

United

 

Tomorrow is Pioneer Day, a holiday in Utah, Idaho and Arizona honoring the explorers, homesteaders and refugees who made the intermountain west their home. One of them, John Nebeker, was my third great-grandfather. John was the second of 13 children, born in Delaware in 1813. He and his bride were in their twenties living in Illinois when they met with missionaries and were baptized. Determined to follow the Saints wherever they went, he went to Winter Quarters where he fitted three wagons with oxen and gave them to Brigham Young for the first company to cross the plains. Brother Brigham asked him to stay and help the second company prepare for the journey. John arrived in the valley with the second company September 26, 1847. He cut the first wheat crop harvested in the Intermountain region. His farm was where West High School stands today. Some of John’s children founded Laketown, on the shores of Bear Lake.

A Pair of Ears

 

Did you know your ears never really go to sleep? Even when you’re dreaming, your ears constantly process sounds. This is why a loud thunderstorm or a smoke detector can wake you in the dead of night. Your middle ear contains the tiniest bones in your body. They’re called malleus (hammer), incus (anvil), and stapes (stirrup). All three can easily fit on a penny. You’ve probably heard your ears and nose are the only parts of your body that never stop growing. This isn’t quite true. Your skeleton stopped growing during puberty. But ears and noses are made of cartilage, which stretches or sags as you age and appears to grow. Earwax protects your inner ear from dirt, bugs and bacteria. Ears are meant to be self-cleaning, if you don’t use Q-tips or other objects to impede the process. Most people use their right ear to process language, their left ear for music and other non-verbal sounds.

Eighteen Kitty Cats

 

Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon fifty-seven years ago yesterday. Over 600 million people worldwide watched the event on television. Many of us were convinced it wouldn’t be long before there’d be scientific outposts on the moon. Surely within our lifetimes, we’d book lunar vacations. That didn’t happen, and probably never will. One reason is the high cost of fuel we’d need to escape Earth’s gravity. Another is the hostile environment we’d need to deal with once we were there. Earth’s atmosphere protects us from solar radiation, cosmic rays, and micrometeorites. The moon has no such protection. Then there’s dust. The moon is covered with regolith: sharp, toxic, magnetic dust that infiltrates and destroys equipment and people. It chewed through astronauts’ boots, scratched visors and contaminated sample cases. Tracked into lunar modules, it became airborne and was inhaled, causing “lunar hay fever.” Short-term exposure means sneezing, congestion and sore throat. Long-term exposure threatens lungs.

Ripe Tomato

 

“Not only does the Savior know you, but He also wants you to come to know Him and His Father. In His great Intercessory Prayer, He declared, ‘This is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.’ He is the Good Shepherd, who leads us to green pastures and still waters. He is the Light of the World, who lights our path so that we need not walk in darkness. The question should never be ‘Will the Savior walk with me?’ He will. The real question is ‘Will I walk with Him?’ As we choose to walk with Jesus Christ, everything begins to change. He is no longer a casual acquaintance but a trusted heavenly friend. May I invite you to choose to remember Him and follow Him—not casually or occasionally but deliberately and always.” – Elder Clement M. Matswagothata

Fifteen Leap Frogs

 

William Kampiles always wanted to be a spy. While he was attending Indiana University in 1977, he was recruited by the CIA. He was given a job routing message traffic. I’m not sure what that means, but apparently it was very boring. He really wanted to work in the covert section of the CIA, but that would require a good deal of training. William had a better idea. He stole a top-secret KH-11 spy satellite manual from CIA headquarters, and quit his job. Then he flew to Athens and visited the Soviet embassy there. He offered them the stolen manual and was paid $3,000. The Soviets gave William a camera and told him to gather more secrets. William then contacted an agent and told him what he’d done. He thought the CIA would be impressed with his skills and make him a double agent. Instead, he was sent to prison. 

Ear of Corn

 

In 1825, a wealthy Welsh industrialist bought an American town to prove socialism could work. Robert Owen paid $150,000 for New Harmony, Indiana. His purchase included 20,000 acres, 160 buildings, working mills and farms. The town had been founded by German immigrants who’d later decided they’d rather be in Pennsylvania. Owen, who’d become rich running Scottish textile mills, believed if you removed private property and paid everyone equally, cooperation would naturally replace competition. He filled his town with educated, civilized, industrious people. But things fell apart almost immediately. The hardest workers resented being paid as much as those who did little or nothing. Production waned and food became scarce. Buildings decayed because no one owned them. Owen wrote seven different constitutions to fix the problem. None of them worked. Two years later, he admitted defeat. Owen blamed his settlers, saying they were “unprepared to be members of the community of common property and equality.”

Sunlight and Shadow

 

I just finished the novel I’ve been reading. I’ve got plenty of great books worth a second (or third or fourth) read, but I’m enjoying the convenience of an e-book. I can adjust the font (no reading glasses), and the screen is backlit (no itty-bitty book light). Lately I’ve been wading through murder mysteries and classics. What I need right now is a really funny book; one to make me laugh out loud. Here are some I’m considering:

A Walk in the Woods – Bill Bryson

The Best of Me – David Sedaris

The Princess Bride – William Goldman

A Long Way from Chicago – Richard Peck

One More Thing – B. J. Novak

Me Talk Pretty One Day – David Sedaris

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams

I Feel Bad About My Neck – Nora Ephron

If you know of a book that belongs on this list, I’d love to hear about it.

Green Maple Leaf

 

Victor Lustig was born in Bohemia in 1890. His father was a salesman who frequently brought Victor along on business trips across Europe. His school career was less than stellar, but he was fluent in six languages, including English, French, Italian, and Hungarian. Victor became a con man operating on ocean liners between France and New York. Sometimes he’d pose as a music director seeking investors for a Broadway production. Victor’s most infamous scam was selling the Eiffel tower. Twice. In 1925, he invited a group of scrap metal dealers to a meeting where he informed them the famous tower was crumbling and repairs were too expensive. Paris wanted it discretely removed, and Victor would be accepting bids. He pocketed the largest check (70,000 francs) and fled to Austria. The crazy thing is, as soon as he realized he’d gotten away with it, he pulled the same trick again with a different group of patsies.

Sixteen Kitty Cats

In 1916, fourteen-year-old Antonio Gentile submitted a drawing for a design contest to create a mascot for Planter’s Nut and Chocolate Company. His sketch of a peanut with arms and legs was selected, and Antonio won five dollars. Andrew S. Wallach – a commercial artist – added white gloves, a monocle, top hat, spats and a cane to create the Mr. Peanut that is still on every package. But the founder of Planter’s, Amedeo Obici, (Right now, are you asking yourself why his name wasn’t Planter, or why the company isn’t called Obici’s?) didn’t just hand the teen a five-dollar bill and move on. He became close with the Gentile family. He paid for Antonio’s education. He even footed the bill for schooling four of Antonio’s siblings. Antonio eventually became a doctor. His original crayon drawings of Mr. Peanut sat in a drawer for nearly a century until someone rediscovered them and donated them to the Smithsonian in 2014.

Golden Checkerboard

 

“Young men and women are peacemakers when they forgo the temporary pleasure of self-gratifying activities and involve themselves in service projects and other acts of kindness. Persons who seek to reduce human suffering and persons who work to promote understanding among different peoples are also important workers for peace. So are faithful mothers and fathers who lovingly care for their own children or shelter foster children and raise them in righteousness rather than leave them to be scarred and twisted by the sins of others. Our missionaries seek to be peacemakers. By inviting all to repent and come unto Christ, our missionaries are working for peace. As followers of Christ, let us follow Him by forgoing contention and by using the language and methods of peacemakers. In our families and other personal relationships, let us avoid what is harsh and hateful. Let us seek to be holy, like our Savior.” – President Dallin H. Oaks

Green Marble Frog

There are lots of unwritten rules that we follow, because our moms raised us that way, because it’s good manners, or because we’d rather not get punched in the face. Here are some:

Never use your speaker phone in public. Sharing the audio from your game or video at full volume is also considered rude.

Wash hands when using the bathroom. Be sure to shower regularly, too. Your nose is not designed to smell YOU, so it’s safe to assume you stink and act accordingly.

When entering a train, bus or elevator, let the people who are ON get off first.

Remember “please” and “thank you.” They really are magic words.

Don’t let your kids scream and run amok in public. We’re more likely to think your children are adorable if they’re also quiet and well-behaved.

There are more, but they all boil down to: "Do to others as you would have them do to you." – Luke 6:31

Night Music

 I think most people are aware John Wayne’s real name was Marion Robert Morrison, that Marilyn Monroe was born Norma Jean Mortensen, and that Cary Grant was really Archibald Alec Leach. But did you know Cher is short for Cheryl Sarkisian and Sonny was really Salvatore Phillip Bono? Vin Diesel’s real name – Mark Sinclair – makes him sound like such a milquetoast. So does Whoopi Goldberg’s (Caryn Elaine Johnson) and Elton John’s (Reginald Kenneth Dwight). Post Malone sounds like the kind of guy who’d cover himself with tattoos. Austin Richard Post does not. When Katy Perry started her singing career, she adopted her mother’s maiden name, because Kate Hudson was already taken. David Tennant changed his name from David McDonald at age sixteen, because there was already a British actor by that name. Albert Brooks’ parents named him Albert Lawrence Einstein in 1947, even though the other Albert Einstein had been world-famous since 1919.

Sixteen 2026 Challenge Blocks

 

I’ve followed the Riley Blake annual quilt block challenge since 2021. (I could have used a quilt block challenge the previous year, when all my in-person block-of-the-month classes disappeared forever. Better late than never, right?) So far, all the challenges have involved sets of sixteen 10” quilt blocks with patterns released almost every week – there’s a break to catch up the last week of each month – between January and May. At the end of the challenge, we’re given a finishing plan to use the blocks. Sometimes I use their plan, and sometimes I make my own. I usually make extra blocks. The most elegant 10” blocks are designed on a 4-patch or 5-patch grid. Anything else just ends up looking clumsy. A couple of this year’s blocks are prime examples. I do hope there will be a quilt block challenge in 2027. But it might be time to consider a different block size.

Eight Split Four-Patches

 

When the game Monopoly first appeared, it didn’t have tokens. Players used buttons, coins or whatever was on hand. The game was purchased by Parker Brothers in 1935, and the tokens were a battleship, a boot, a cannon, a thimble, an iron and a top hat. I don’t play it much these days, but I could be convinced to try if you let me pick the Scottie dog. I’m not an enthusiastic Monopoly fan because it’s the opposite of what a board game should be. It doesn’t bring people together. And that’s by design. Its whole purpose was to teach the evils of unregulated capitalism. Once a player pulls ahead, he’ll just get richer while everyone else slowly goes bankrupt. The winner is usually the most ruthless player. That guy who always insists on being the banker? Yeah, him. If you’ve ever seen a game of Monopoly end in tears or a broken friendship, now you know why.

Fourteen Kitty Cats

 

In patchwork quilting, the most important skill to learn is the scant quarter inch seam, meaning you sew slightly less (the width of two threads) than a quarter inch from the fabric’s edge. The word “scant” is there because when the seam is sewn and the fabric is pressed, the fold “eats” a tiny, almost imperceptible amount of cloth. If your seam is ever so slightly off in either direction, your finished block will be “off.” It will cause no end of frustration when you try to set it with other “off” blocks in a quilt. One way to check your seam allowance is to cut three pieces of fabric exactly 1.5 inches wide. The length doesn’t matter, but three or four inches will do. Stitch them together, then press and measure again. If the width is 3.5 inches, bravo! If it’s wider, your seam allowance is too small. Narrower, the allowance is too big.

Grandma's Dishes

 

“In the perilous times in which we live, the rising generation needs a defense and refuge from the storm. We can contribute to this effort by investing time and teaching. There is no greater need and no greater return on this investment than when it is made with Primary children, young men, young women, and young adults. President Uchtdorf has promised as we do our part in teaching, nurturing, and then trusting in God to work His miracles, ‘the result will be more beautiful and more stunning and more joyful than anything you could accomplish just by yourself.’ How do we do this? By motivating, teaching, and encouraging young people to receive the holy name of Jesus Christ in their hearts and minds, to joyfully take up the cross of Christ, and to walk in holiness as His disciples and emissaries.” – Elder Gary E. Stevenson

July Star

 

“Everything that is really great and inspiring is created by the individual who can labor in freedom.” – Albert Einstein

“Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.” — John F. Kennedy

“Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves.” — Abraham Lincoln

“Let the Fourth of July always be a reminder that here in this land, for the first time, it was decided that man is born with certain God-given rights; that government is only a convenience created and managed by the people, with no powers of its own except those voluntarily granted to it by the people. We sometimes forget that great truth, and we never should.” – Ronald Reagan

"Just found out that every Fourth of July, the British celebrate, ‘We Dodged a Bullet Day.’" — Conan O’Brien

Friendship Star

 

Some of my favorite movies are hiding bible verses:

National Treasure: “Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” – Matthew 6:21

Footloose: “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, a time to heal; a time to break down, a time to build up; a time to weep, a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.” – Ecclesiastes 3:1-4

San Andreas: “God is our refuge and strength.” – Psalms 46:1

Steel Magnolias: “The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away.” – Job 1:21

Ben Hur: “He was wounded for our transgressions.” – Isaiah 53:5

Pay It Forward: “Do to others as you would have them do to you.” – Luke 6:31

Titanic: “The Lord is my shepherd.” – Psalm 23

Double Square

 

Secrets to a Happy Life:

Focus on positive thinking. Look for the silver lining.

Celebrate little victories. Notice the small wins.

Find your work-life balance; stick with it.

Practice mindfulness. Be present and aware.

Be creative. Cook something. Grow something. Build something.

Accept imperfection. Embrace your humanity.

Do what you love. Find your true passion.

Spend wisely. Accumulate memories, not stuff.

Learn from the past, but live in the moment.

Cultivate gratitude. There’s always something to be thankful for.

Give back. The happiest people are generous.

Surprise yourself. Try new things.

Listen to and engage with music.

Be yourself. Don’t fret about others’ approval.

Build meaningful relationships.

Stop comparing yourself to others, especially on social media.

Worry can’t stop bad things from happening. It prevents you enjoying good things.

Hang out with happy people. Turns out, happiness is contagious.

Spend time in nature. Touch grass.

Reminisce over happy memories. Make new ones.

Four Split Four-Patches

 

Without much conscious effort on my part, my sewing room is looking very patriotic. It started when Quilts of Valor presented the Echo block and asked for donations. I rummaged through my scraps and quickly whipped up 49 of the simple blocks. Then our quilt guild selected the United quilt from Gigi’s Thimble for this year’s scrappy joint project, and I combed through the same red, white and blue prints to make over 100 7-inch American flags. Bonnie and Camille’s Early Bird quilt and Sparrows from Pen & Paper Patterns both employ other colors, but they’re still mostly red and blue. And then there’s this little project. It doesn’t really have a pattern. I haven’t done a postage stamp quilt in a while, and with all these red and white and blue scraps floating about, it just sort of happened. It might be time to clean the sewing room and move on.

One Dozen Kitty Cats

 

Today’s the 181st day of the year, with 184 days left. It’s not EXACTLY the midpoint of the year, but as it’s the last day of the sixth month, with six months left, it’ll do. The United Nations declared June 30 International Asteroid Day, as the infamous Tunguska event occurred on this day in 1908. They said the day was to “raise awareness of asteroid impact hazards,” but it isn’t clear what we’re meant to DO about it. This is also the anniversary of the day the Republic of Congo gained independence after decades of brutal colonial rule by Belgium (1960), and of the Night of the Long Knives (1934), when Hitler purged members of his own Nazi party. Today is swimmer Michael Phelps’ 41st birthday, and its boxer Mike Tyson’s 60th. Actor Vincent D'Onofrio is 67 today. So, I’m exactly a month older than the guy who plays Kingpin. But I still have my hair. 

Community

 

“After His Resurrection, Jesus walked with two disciples on the road to Emmaus. Luke records that when they reached their destination, the Savior ‘made as though he would have gone further. But the two disciples constrained him, saying, Abide with us.’ Those disciples invited the resurrected Savior to abide with them. Without first the desire and then the invitation, their hearts would not have been transformed, their eyes would not have been opened to recognize Him, and they would not have returned to Jerusalem to bear witness of the living Christ—the True Vine. My beloved brothers and sisters, in a world of many voices, remaining connected to the True Vine is not merely desirable; it is essential to our spiritual survival. Those who abide in Jesus Christ come to recognize and trust His voice, especially as it is spoken through those He has called to represent Him.” – Elder Ulisses Soares

Louisiana Without Borders

 

I couldn’t be happier that Utah’s governor has banned the use of consumer fireworks for the next week or so. We already live in a desert, and this year it’s hotter, dryer and windier than it’s ever been. Large chunks of the state are already burning, and our firefighters are already stretched thin. It’s a stupid time to play with explosives. I know at least a few of my neighbors will disregard the ban. They already treat most laws as helpful suggestions really meant for other people. But I suspect most of the people in my neighborhood will take this seriously, which should give my home a fighting chance of still being here by the end of July. Just in case I’m wrong, it’s a good time to prepare for possible evacuation. No one's asking me, but I believe the only appropriate firework holidays are New Year’s Eve, Lunar New Year, and Utah’s Statehood Day: January 4. Or any Disney vacation.

Berry Cool

 

The day before yesterday I walked into my bathroom and grabbed a Kleenex to blow my nose. (I don’t have a cold, and it isn’t allergies. There are wildfires burning upwind from my neighborhood, and the air quality has everyone dealing with headaches, sore throats, sinus issues and worse.) I raised the tissue to my face and – just in the nick of time – realized there was a large earwig clinging to the middle of it. I really dislike earwigs. I panicked. I may even have screamed. I dropped the tissue, earwig and all, and stomped on it several times, then flushed what remained down the toilet. That particular earwig is no longer a threat. But now I’m imagining hidden earwigs EVERYWHERE. The bathroom has no windows and is nowhere near any exterior door. How did the little beast get so far into my house completely unseen? And where can I move that’s completely earwig free?

Rock Garden

 

In 1807, Napoleon signed the Treaties of Tilsit, ending the war between France and Russia. To celebrate, Napoleon organized a rabbit hunt at the estate of his chief of staff, Alexandre Berthier. Berthier arranged for hundreds, perhaps thousands of rabbits (some accounts say up to 3,000) to be released on the grounds, expecting them to scatter and be hunted as part of the festivities. But these weren’t wild-caught rabbits. They were purchased from local farmers. Instead of fleeing from humans, they ran straight at them, expecting to be fed. The hungry bunnies swarmed Napoleon and his men, causing them to make a hasty retreat. This story reminds me of an incident in April, 1979, when President Jimmy Carter was fishing. A rabbit swam towards his boat, "hissing menacingly, its teeth flashing and nostrils flared." The President panicked and splashed at the scary beast with his paddle. There were no reported casualties.

Split Four-Patch

 

If you ever find yourself supremely bored with an Internet connection, Google the infamous Roman Emperor Caligula. If only a small fraction of the things that have been written about him are true, he’d still be one of the weirdest humans who ever walked the earth. He only ruled four years – from 37 to 41 A.D. – but his short reign was marked by extravagance and cruelty. His real name was Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus. Caligula (which means “Little Boot”) was a childhood nickname given him by his father’s soldiers. According to one story, Caligula was on his way to invade Britain when he came to the northern coast. He called off the invasion and decided to make war on the sea. He ordered his soldiers to repeatedly stab the waves so the god Neptune would be offended. Then, he had them fill their helmets with seashells as spoils of war.

Ten Kitty Cats

 

“I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.” – Rodney Dangerfield

“My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.” – Woody Allen

“A cannibal is a person who walks into a restaurant and orders a waiter.” – Morey Amsterdam

“New York now leads the world’s great cities in the number of people around whom you shouldn’t make a sudden move.” – David Letterman

“I was such an ugly kid, when I played in the sandbox, the cat kept covering me up.” – Rodney Dangerfield

“Big families are like waterbed stores. They used to be everywhere, and now they’re just weird.” – Jim Gaffigan

“I stayed up one night playing poker with tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.” – Steven Wright

“Congress is the finest group . . . money can buy.” – Morey Amsterdam

"I haven’t spoken to my wife in years. I didn’t want to interrupt her.” – Rodney Dangerfield

Kaleidoscope Star

 

“Ministering by the Spirit invites the Savior’s healing into our lives and the lives of those we minister to. I often find peace, clarity, healing, and purpose when I minister. I find the Savior when I minister. This is by divine design. Ministering is truly loving and caring for others as the Savior would. It is a way of being; it is the way of our Savior, Jesus Christ. It is not a program or a checklist; ministering is the essence of who God is and who we can become as we follow Him. We are not called to or released from ministering. It is part of fulfilling the covenants we made at baptism and in the temple. We covenanted to take upon us the Savior’s name—becoming as He is as we sacrifice and consecrate our lives to Him. When we minister as He would, we begin to think, feel, and love as He would.” – Kristin M. Yee

Father's Choice

 

"My father always provided me a safe place to land and a hard place from which to launch." – Chelsea Clinton

"Most parents hope their children are happy, funny, well-adjusted and have a passion for something in their lives." – Tom Hanks

"No man I ever met was my father's equal, and I never loved any other man as much." – Hedy Lamarr

"I've said it before, but it's absolutely true: My mother gave me my drive, but my father gave me my dreams. Thanks to him, I could see a future." – Liza Minnelli

"I am my father's daughter and not afraid of anything." – Queen Elizabeth II

"A father is a man who expects his son to be as good a man as he meant to be. My father was my teacher. But most importantly he was a great dad." – Steven Spielberg

"Any fool can have a child. It’s the courage to raise a child that makes you a father." – Barack Obama

Four Strawberries

 

In 1969, Carroll Spinney performed at a Puppeteers of America festival in Salt Lake City. He’d put together an ambitious show, combining live actors, puppets and animated backgrounds. The show was ruined by an errant spotlight that washed out the backgrounds. It was a miserable failure and the show just fell apart. Afterwards, Jim Henson came up to Carroll and said, “I liked what you were trying to do.” Jim wanted Carroll to come to New York with him, to play a large yellow bird that was part puppet, part costume. Carroll played both Big Bird and Oscar the Grouch in Sesame Street for over 50 years: 4,400 episodes. Carroll Spinney always said it was his own good fortune to play the two very best Muppets. And he got the chance because somehow, Jim Henson saw something he liked in a show that failed miserably. 

Spooky Moon

 

I learned a new word last week: paronychia. It’s an inflammation of the skin surrounding a fingernail or toenail due to a bacterial or fungal infection. It can occur after excessive or aggressive manicuring. (Not me. My last real manicure was nearly 12 years ago.) It’s often caused by thumb-sucking, nail-biting, or pulling hangnails. (Also, not me.) It can also be caused by trauma, like when you sew through your own finger. (Okay, that might be me.) My finger started hurting about two weeks ago, but I ignored it. I assumed it was because I’d been practicing the piano more than I usually do. But then the fingertip began to swell. My finger started running its own personal fever. A thin, red line appeared near my wrist, indicating the infection was traveling. I visited the doctor, who drained the site and prescribed antibiotics. And just like that, I felt so much better. What did people do before antibiotics?

Sixteen Hit or Miss Blocks

 

In a New Orleans classroom in 1945, sixteen-year-old Gwendolyn was taught Black people were inferior. She knew it was a lie, and spent her whole life dismantling it. At seventeen, Gwendolyn joined the New Orleans Youth Council. She marched, organized, and was arrested. She kept going. In the 1980s, Hall was conducting research when she opened a ledger from the 18^th century. Inside, she found names of hundreds of enslaved Africans, along with important details: origins, skills, and family relationships. Gwendolyn spent years between archives in Louisiana, France, and Spain, pulling fragments together. She built the Louisiana Slave Database: a searchable record of over 107,000 enslaved individuals, documented by name, ethnicity, occupation, family connection, and place of origin. Gwendolyn Midlo Hall died in 2022 at age 93. She began by refusing to accept a lie told in a classroom. She ended having returned names, histories, and dignity to over a hundred thousand people.

Nine Kitty Cats

 

In 2009, Warren and Maureen Nyerges bought a home in Naples, Florida, using cash. The home was a foreclosure that sold for $165,000. But in 2010, the Bank of America tried to foreclose on the couple. They’d confused Warren and Maureen with the previous owner who’d defaulted on a loan. For months, the Nyerges’ begged the bank to fix their mistake. No one replied to their calls or letters. They were forced to hire a lawyer to get the foreclosure dismissed. The judge ordered the bank to repay over $2,500 in legal fees for the wrongful foreclosure. The bank simply ignored the court order for five more months. That’s when Warren and Maureen showed up at a Bank of America branch with a moving van, two sheriff’s deputies and a writ of execution allowing them to seize the bank’s assets: computers, printers, cash drawers, etc. Within an hour, the bank manager cut them a check for $5772.

Center of Attention

 

“The scriptural phrase ‘come unto me’ is the Savior’s introductory invitation to learn and act in His doctrine and begin a process of spiritual rebirth. The scriptural phrase ‘endure to the end’ is a repeated reminder of the mighty spiritual change in our hearts that should be ongoing throughout our lives; it also is His promise of what we may become if we truly are possessed of the pure love of Christ. The Lord revealed to the Prophet Joseph Smith, ‘All thrones and dominions, principalities and powers, shall be revealed and set forth upon all who have endured valiantly for the gospel of Jesus Christ.’ I joyfully witness that each of us, with the Lord’s grace and mercy, can believe all things, hope all things, and endure valiantly all things.” – Elder David A. Bednar

Crazy House

 

A ticket for a single day at Disneyland – without park hopper tickets or Disney Genie Plus – is $184. On opening day in 1955, you could get into Disneyland for just a dollar; 50 cents if you were a child. Of course, tickets for the rides were extra then. But you could pretty much ride everything for under $10 seventy years ago. If a dollar in 1955 would be worth $12.14 today, I guess you could say the price of a Disney trip has more than kept pace with inflation. A day ticket to the Magic Kingdom in Florida is even more: $194. I guess that makes sense. Disneyland covers 85 acres, while the Magic Kingdom is 107. A day at Disneyland Paris is $133 in US dollars. Hong Kong Disneyland is $91, Shanghai Disneyland is $74, and Tokyo Disneyland is only $59. Suddenly it occurs to me – I’ve already visited the three most expensive Disney parks.

Three Strawberries

 

I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but I do know that someone does. If it’s you, I hope you’ll read these words and come to believe them. If it isn’t, I hope you’ll share them with someone who does. “Your impact on other people is much bigger than you think. Someone still giggles when they think of that funny thing you said once. Someone still smiles when they think of that lovely compliment you gave them that one time. Someone silently admires you. The gentle advice you give has made a difference for people. The support and love you’ve offered has made someone’s day. Your input and your opinions have made someone think twice. You are not insignificant or forgotten. Your existence makes a positive difference, whether you see it or not.” – Author Unknown

Crystal Star

 

When I was in fifth grade, our school librarian read Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to us. We sat on the Persian rug in front of her as she filled our heads with Oompa Loompas, Gobstoppers and Fizzy Lifting Drinks. She told us about the movie that was soon to be released, and we were beyond excited. When the movie finally hit theaters, it was – of course – a disappointment. No movie can hold a candle to the one that runs inside your head while you’re reading the book. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was released fifty-five years ago this month, which is probably why Murray Arts Council chose to stage the musical now. Tomorrow is opening night, and we couldn’t be more thrilled to perform with an audience. I wholeheartedly recommend seeing this show, or better yet, reading the book. Because as magical as this play is, the one in your head will still be better.

Nine Hit or Miss Blocks

 

Never Have I Ever, Quilter’s Version:

1.      Cut myself with a rotary cutter.

2.      Sewn a block together incorrectly.

3.      Broken a needle.

4.      Made a quilt entirely by hand.

5.      Yelled at someone for using fabric scissors.

6.      Bought too little fabric.

7.      Driven past a quilt shop without stopping.

8.      Worked on a project in a waiting room.

9.      Found a mistake in a finished quilt.

10.  Sewn through a pin.

11.  Quilted at 3:00 a.m.

12.  Stepped on a pin or needle.

13.  Measured something WRONG.

14.  Bought more fabric than I needed.

15.  Attended a guild meeting.

16.  Used a seam ripper.

17.  Left a needle or pin in a finished quilt.

18.  Given away a quilt.

19.  Entered a quilt in a show.

Eight Kitty Cats

 

Somehow, I never saw Amy Smart’s Notting Hill fabric in the quilt shop. If I had, I’d have snapped it up right away. When I found it online, it was out of print and discounted. I bought a fat quarter bundle and a banner kit in time to commemorate the passing of Queen Elizabeth. Some of the prints have sketches of London landmarks, like Tower Bridge and Big Ben. Others are plaids, checks, polka-dots, roses and union flags, large and small. I quickly used up the larger prints and the ones with higher values. I had no plan for the rest, but couldn’t toss them. Then I found this Kitty Cat quilt pattern by Cluck Cluck Sew. I’ve used their patterns before and been really happy with them. They’re well-written: easy to read and to follow. They’re a bit on the modern side, but a fun way to use up scraps of any sort.