A Tale of Two Kitties

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, particularly if you happen to be a cat living along Poleline Road. While out on my run today, I passed by two hapless creatures--quite dead--less than fifty feet apart. I couldn't help but wonder what had brought them to that point. Judging from their size, I safely ruled out inexperience. Despair, perhaps? Are cats susceptible to Seasonal Affective Disorder? I doubt it. And so, we are left with the obvious--plain stupidity. As a concession to those with weak stomachs and the animal lovers among you, I'll forgo posting the pictures--yes, really--that I took with my camera phone.

Poleline Road is also dangerous if you're a road sign.




We had a good time in Utah last weekend. It felt a little strange, being the first time we've been down to visit since Paul's death. He was definitely missed. General Conference was great. It seemed to be tailor-made for our family again. Hayden and Parker went to the Priesthood Session with the rest of the Carling men, while Cameron, Jacob and I stayed at Carol's with the kids and girls. We all got together for dinner on Sunday after the last session. It was chaotic fun. While Parker was snowboarding with Colby at Powder Mountain on Monday, Cameron and Jacob had fun hanging out with the Wilhelmsen cousins. Hayden and I went out to lunch and to purchase the customary several dozen Krispy Kreme donuts. Then after lunch--Subway, not donuts--the three boys and I went to Grandpa Parker's to help construct a fire pit.



The boys worked hard and got most of it finished before we left to come home on Monday.



Sherry, Cluck sends you his love. He misses you!



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Even though the ward temple assignment yesterday took longer than usual, it helped me to put things in perspective when I realized some of the women for whom I was doing the work had waited TWO HUNDRED YEARS! Thirty minutes didn't seem so long.