Well, Carol has passed another milestone. We were talking about our ages and how weird/funny /peculiar it seems to be this "ancient." I can clearly remember when my father turned 40 how I watched him for a year because I knew he was going to drop dead any minute. He went 43 more years and I'm 57 years past that time. But I'm happy that my sweetheart is still with me and hope she has many, many more to follow!
I think everyone knows that we hit a moose in January. Carol got the worst of it, with windshield spicules in her hands and face. They took several out at the hospital, we had our doctor remove another one about a month later from her hand (pretty big...) and a few minutes ago she took one out of the scar on her chin. This one is about the same size as the one that came out of her hand. Hopefully that's the end of 'em, but you never know....
We've had an interesting time since Heather got home from her mission 10 months ago. She is still trying to decide which direction she wants to go regarding career and so forth. She's temporarily staying with Mom & Dad (which is just fine with Mom & Dad!) but wants to get out on her own.
In January we went to Wyoming to Carol's Aunt Mildred's 90th birthday surprise party, and on the way home we hit a moose. Yeah, that's right, a moose! Totalled the car, but no one was hurt seriously. It was a miracle, according to the State Trooper who investigated the accident. Actually, I should have said that no HUMAN was hurt seriously. We kind of ruined the poor moose; I felt bad.
So now it's almost Memorial Day. We'll be making the rounds of all the cemeterys we go to. I'll get some pictures up in the next few days. TTYL.
