Mom, Kim and Treven and I went to see the 2nd part of the Work and the Glory last night. What a wonderful movie to touch your deepest feelings with regard to Joseph Smith and the struggles he went through to renew the gospel to the world. See it if you can. Buy the DVD if you miss it. Or, come to our home and enjoy it here.

We are currently going through the struggle that comes to siblings and grandchildren when their parents approach the end of their earthly existence. Mom, my mom, is approaching that time and we can see it in her demeanor and activity. She has done well over the 95 years of her life and continues to crochet away in her chair for other people. Lately, there have been incidences where she has given away money to scamming mailers, fallen and left for hours alone, failing limbs and general degradation. Mom and I visited her a few weeks ago and found her to be failing in her memory (not unusual), repeating herself over and over (not unusual), mixing up which member of the family is whom (not unusual), but, worst of all, the falling and wounds to her ankles that don't seem to want to heal. We are concerend as a family for her general health and well-being. We, collectively, have agreed that she needs to have someone live with her, full-time, (which she collectively does not want), or we need to sell her home and have her move in with us, here in Vancouver (she doesn't want to face that either). Mom is mom and she just wants to stay in her home, crochet and let the world go by. She could do that, but her health and safety are at stake.

Mom is going down mid-November to speak to her about taking over her bills and her finances; to pay her bills from here and control her checkbook so she doesn't throw money out the door to the scamming loathing wretches that prey upon the older generation. Those people need to rot in hell.

So, I have a call to make today to her and explain my side of the story and try to get her to agree with the situation at hand. Offer your prayers for her.

Hope you all turned your clocks back.

We have been enjoying the hot tub out in the cold with the steam rising. It is a good place to relax and talk about plans and family activities.

Speaking of activity, we went to Issac's soccer game yesterday, in the cold rain and watched the cold, drenched guys slip and kick, fall, crash into each other, and just have a lot of fun (for them or their parent?). One littel Harry Potter-looking guy just held his arms and watched through fogged up glasses as the rest of the team fought the battle. What a match. Then, we raced across town to see the last two minutes of Jane's game. Fun to watch them battle back and forth, scream and slosh in the mud. Although it was a short watch for us, we think it made all the difference in the world to Jane to see her other family members arrive. I'm sure she'd have gone bonkers had her dad been able to be there, and I'm sure he would have liked the same.

Then, we raced across town to Taylor's game and caught most of the second half that one. Again, cold and drenched, freezing hands, etc..........but in the end, they all had a good time.

We parted ways and headed home.........then on to the movie. And, that is about it for the Saturday and Sunday morning.

We love you all, we need your prayers in regard to Grandma. Love, Dad