Suddenly! Eighteen more days...

A bit more of when your parents were young:

Wednesday, May 27, 1987: Daryl and I drove around for a while, and then he went home to pack.  Dina and Sharon came over to talk and stayed for a long time.  I had things I wanted to do, but I found that I wanted to be with them more.  Sharon made a kind of stunningly un-self-conscious comment about an open living room window and Daryl’s recent audible disobedience to our apartment's famous rule #1.  My eyebrows were raising here…

Trying to look innocent...

Thursday, May 28: For breakfast I was eating a burger that had sat out all night.  Sharon came over and, in guileless let’s-do-a-musical tones, commanded me to accompany her to Utah Lake to feed the ducks.  I had things I had to do.  This was more appealing, and easier, so I went.  For some time we hucked things at the ducks and talked.  Again, easy and appealing, and I was impressed by the unaffected naturalness and substance of my companion.

These really are ducks; this really is Utah Lake

Only thirty-one days left! Like last time, something sort of related, from the archives...

An ancient family document, continued...

Monday, May 25, 1987: A holiday.  Skies threatened, and then the clouds broke.

The rain was heavy, and looked to jeopardize our ward picnic/activity over at Haws Filed.  But I was in the mood for sports, and though intermittent showers continued, there were enough like-minded people to sustain an epic contest that lasted a full three hours.  Seven person teams, one team change, rambunctious feelings toward the end, at least one bloody nose and various other physical insults, all combined for the most satisfying bit of sport in recent memory.  

¡Soccer!  For what it’s worth—I’m writing it down, so it must be worth something to me—my teams outscored the other teams 18-17.  I was really in stride, and inform with sheepish pride that I actually scored ten goals.  

Saturday, Feb. 7, 1976

We caught the end of the Celtics/Pistons game while doing some shower juggling.  It was really nice to feel really tired, and to be really clean.  At just the right time Sharon and Dina came down to summon us to a game of Pictionary in #11.  Daryl (Hague), Mark (Sanderson), Mark’s ex-roommate Craig Gallup and I went up to join Dina and Sharon and Dan Parkinson and someone’s friend.  We listened to Bruce Springsteen and Tom Petty while the Dan/Sharon/Dean team came from behind to squeak out a victory. 

At this mid-afternoon juncture we were hungry.  Silly but true—I'm writing it down, so it must be important to me—we were a darned attractive group of kids, all having fun together.  We shuttled over to the First Wok, a Chinese restaurant over on the way to Springville.  Of the eight dishes we ordered only one (mine) was less than superb.  Full, filial, and just five bucks. 

It was early evening and , feeling dutiful, Mark and Daryl and I went to FHE.  It was earnest.

Daryl was leaving for a family reunion, and in honour of his departure we had a living dead party.  

"He's coming to get you, Barbara!"

Twenty people came, from all over the ward, and were as comfortable as could be.  We watched George Romero’s fearsome film, then played a brief and furious game of Twister.  Later I was over there in beatnik corner, playing Mark’s guitar.  I paused to huck a super ball in Sharon’s direction, then turned back to concentrate once again on my art.  Then Sharon threw the ball back.  I only saw it at the last second, and just managed to lift the guitar and deflect the ball.  I also just managed to lose my balance, and reel squattingly back into the corner, where I smartly banged both instrument and head against the wall. 

We turned on the TV and watched Vladimir Horowitz’s flawless fingers on a PBS documentary.  People started to filter out.  When the show ended, we retired.  As we did so Mark said something with which I had to concur.  “That was a helluva day.”

Only thirty-seven days left! And on that subject, something from the archives...

An ancient family document:

Saturday, May 23, 1987, Provo, Utah: Came back from an early visit to campus, and found myself locked out.  I went over to Somerset #5 and talked to Dan Parkinson and Paul Callister and Todd Broberg and Sharon Anderson (all La Cañada natives) for a long time.  Paul was planning a little Sundance hike with his soon to be fiancée, and Sharon and I were enlisted to go along.  I though it would be fun, and thought it would be fun to go with Sharon.  I took a little nap, and then Sharon, Paul, his girlfriend Ginny and her roommate Roxanne, along with myself, some pop and a big submarine sandwich, took off for Stewart Falls.  

We drove up to Sundance in Paul’s bug, then set off on a leisurely three miles-or-so stroll.  The falls were comfortably unimpressive.  Through a mildly precarious access we climbed up for a closer look.  Sharon slipped near a cliff up there.  Roxanne nearly had a heart attack, but Sharon just laughed.  We went back down, hopped the stream, and sat down to eat.  Some clouds arched quickly over us and the wind rose up.  We started back, this time walking through the paved and inhabited parts of the resort.

Soon Sharon and I had moved ahead of our straggling companions.  It was about a half hour to the car.  The time passed really quickly and easily.  This wide-eyed, even humoured twenty-five year old returned missionary is alarmingly genial company.  

The rain started just as we reached the car.  Soon we were back home.  This time Sharon, who lives in Somerset #2, was locked out.  She came over and joined me in watching East of Eden on AMC.  Toward the end of the movie the neighbours started to come in.  Mark (Sanderson) fired up the barbecue, and I plugged in the guitar, and we had a nice time…

Sarah's last game of the year

Utah 2, Colorado 1

Season record: 10-9-1
Pac-12 record: 6-5

Sarah D.: 17 starts, 20 appearances

Should we have sent our daughter to study at the University of Utah?

Chicago the last; going home

That-a-way

Elated, because 10-yr-olds don't have to remove their shoes

Turley mouth

Pretend this part is a flip book, or an animated film...

Reunited...

...and it feels so good...

9th one's the charm (three more activities)

1. Public library, Merlo branch:

Shot...

...reverse shot...

...sutured!

The child of our old age

2. Bobtail Ice Cream Company:

Lost by one point

(A note on that word in the top right corner

quod noun and verb. slang. Also quad.
A noun. Prison. Frequ. in quod.
B verb trans. Infl. Put in prison.

Shorter Oxford English Dictionary
Sixth Edition)


3. Hard Rock Café (after all):

With a friend of ours...

El numero ocho

Philanges!

Claire's has a tough evening...

"Tuesday, Oct. 25: We were going to go to the Rain Forest Café at 6:15, but the van filled up then didn't come back and we had to wait in hunger until 8:15.   It was the most horrible two hours of my life...

"... The Rain Forest Café was DUMB. 

Plus, adult vegetables

"... We aren't going to the Hard Rock Café tomorrow.  I will declare that.  I was glad when we got back.  A very 'productive' evening."

Finally, a photo of Claire with a gorilla

The Chicago Seven

Shopping at Uncle Fun:

The Patio Theatre, est. 1927:

Snubbed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part VI now

Lincoln Park zoo (photos by Claire):

(She didn't take this one)