It is 0224 and I am sitting at my computer awaiting the arrival of Kim and Treven from Hood River. That is 66.6 miles east of Vancouver. He is driving; they are tired; I am wired. So, with that thought in mind, it is funny how your mind wanders while youare waiting for your chillin (children) to arrive home from a date (trip).

With that said, I just got to thinking about the name of this BLOG. Sundry Seven includes only the seven of you, so, from now on, when referring to your mother and I, we are now the Saturday One and Two. Well, that being noted, I am guessing that number Two is yours truly and number One is, none other than, your mother.

Speaking of you mother, she lost her diamond from her ring on, I think, Friday sometime. Wonderful her, I asked if she wanted to go down and get a new diamond and she exclaimed that, "It isn't high on my list of priorities". Sorta like, "Your Corvette fettish isn't high on my priorities". Hmmmm. Again, it is 0229 in the morning.

Ding Dong, The Deck is Done...........

We went to see the wonderful Tabernacle Choir last night at the Rose Garden in Portland. I understand the Schickies were there too, however, we did not see them. We got our tickets when they first came out so we were on the floor, five rows back, right in front of the orchestra (which loomed 10 feet above us). Kinda like going late to the premier of a new movie and having to sit in the front row. We could just barely see throught the long, silver tube, prison bar-like thingy that sounded like a gong or bells, depending on who hit them with the rubber mallets. Anyway, they were good and it was a very inspiring show. Much different feeling than hearing them on cd/ dvd/ or live at Temple Square. This was MUCH better for us.

So, I am getting ready for bed; I am brushing my teeth by the Jacuzzi tub and look down at the floor. A sparkling light hit me in my right eye and, low and behold, there is mom's diamond. This is the second time in 35 1/2 years of marriage that she has lost it. Last time was, I think, in Seattle and we lost it for weeks. That time, we were cleaning out one of our cars and as I was sweeping out the floor of that car, a sparkle hit me in the right eye (I guess my left eye is always closed)...and there it was. Awesome.

0236. Becoming squirrely, tired and disoriented and losing my ability to spell.

0237. Going back to bed. Kim can wake me up when she gets home.

My original reason for waking up was I thought Mt Hood had quaked but it was just mom, snoring. We do that together often. Love, Dad ZZZZZZZZZ