Well, we are on week three of a shortened school schedule. The first week we had Monday off for Human Rights day, followed by Tuesday for Twenty-five-Below-Zero-Day. The next Tuesday, it was Frostbite-Inducing-Windchill Day. This week, we observed Forty-Mile-An-Hour-Wind-Blowing-The-Snow-And-Drifting-Over-The-Roads-So-No-Buses-Can-Get-Through Friday. The boys are enjoying it, though. Hayden and Cameron have spent the day digging snow caves into the mountainous drifts in the backyard. I prefer to stay inside, wrapped up in a blanket. I finished reading Henry V for my Shakespeare class. Paul is working, and Parker and Jacob are "cleaning" their room. I haven't been upstairs to check, but I suspect the "cleaning" involved quite a bit of PSP-playing.
Last Saturday, Hayden went to the Klondike Derby with his scout troop. They came in first place in the sled race. Their prize was a wooden warchest filled with sugar in one form or another, which they divided among themselves, to spread the cavities and dental bills out evenly. They were so proud!
Paul started on Temodar, the oral chemo medicine, on Monday night. So far, so good. He has noticed that he feels a little more tired, but it hasn't kept him from doing anything he wants to do.
The temple dedication has been pushed back a week to accomodate President Hinckley's funeral. I feel happy that he has finished his mission here and can be with his wife again. But I will miss his goodness and optimism.
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