I was looking through my pictures and found this one of Debbie and me that Kent took when we were getting ready to go to Sea-Tac for our trip to Washington DC. All my children are taller than me, except for Diane. Diane and I are about the same height, maybe she is a little taller than me. Speaking of Debbie, she left for Salt Lake last night to go visit Jennie, Mike and Sophie. I think Debbie mainly goes to see Sophie.
Tomorrow is the first day of Spring, according to the calendar. It is about time that we have some Spring weather. Only 9 more days until our cruise. I have my list of what to take so I guess I will have to get down to the actual packing next week.
Now that I have gone through all the pages of my diary of the Carribean cruise, I will have to rack my brain to find something else to write about.

I did think of one more story about our time in Bonney Lake. That seems to be the period in our life when we had most of our "adventures". As I wrote in one of the other blogs, we had a cow. Then your dad decided we should get a couple of pigs so we could have meat for winter. He brought home a couple of small pigs. I don't even remember where he got them. We were supposed to fatten them up by fall so we could butcher them. Needless to say, I was not thrilled about this. Your dad said he would take them to the Slaughter house in Sumner and that all we had to do was cut the meat into roasts, chops, ribs, etc. Your dad built a pig pen but there were several places the pigs soon found they could escape from. We spent a lot of time chasing those pigs and trying to fix the pen so they would not get out. Catching a pig and hanging onto it is an art. Not easy. I am sure we did not feed those pigs the right things or it was because they ran around so much, but when Fall came they were not fat but your dad took them to slaughter house anyway.
We had two freezers in the house at that time. One worked and one didn't. We took the door off the freezer that wasn't working so we could cut the meat on it. I know David was helping me and the rest of you were helping or getting in the way, depending on your age. Donna will remember that day very well. The door of the freezer was extremely slippery because of all the grease from the pig. Donna for some unknown reason and without warning stepped on that door and just went flying and landed hard. She actually went into shock. So here we are in the middle of cutting up this meat and I was worrying about Donna. Her landing on the door did not actually end there, because years later when she started having back problems, X-rays showed that she had had a childhood injury to her back. No doubt that was the injury.
Well, anyway, we did get the meat cut up. I am not a butcher and neither were any of you kids. By the time we got through cutting and got all the meat wrapped, you could not tell a roast from a chop or a rib or a fresh ham. I forgot to mention that the butcher tool we used to cut all this meat was a hacksaw. Those pigs were so skinny that we managed to get all the meat in the freezer with some room left.
I just as well mention the chickens we had too. We had several laying hens and your dad had nests for them with the little glass eggs to encourage them to lay. Weeks and weeks went by and we never got a single egg. Your dad was so mad, he just decided to kill them all so we could put them in the freezer for stewing hens. He did that. (I did'nt have to help. Your dad knew better than to ask me.) I did wrap them up for the freezer.
We had this partial dug basement under our house where we stored things. Your dad was down there one day and yes, he found lots of eggs. Most, of course, were no good by then. Those hens had been laying their eggs in the dugout basement instead of the boxes.
Kent didn't work today but has been busy chopping up the kitchen floor and is also taking a trip to the dump. I will take a picture of the floor since Debbie isn't here and put it on my blog tomorrow.