Thursday, May 29, 2008

gardening in the city

We didn't have a bit if earth to have a garden, so Nate built me a planter box for some tomatoes!


Monday, May 26, 2008


Delicate Arch from the window where I proposed to Tracy 11 years ago.
Tracy, Jacob, Ciara, Regan and Brielle at the end of a hike and climb.
Here is "Brielle Joie Abbott", which is the response you will get if you ask her name, on our trip to Arches for spring break.

New Deck: Thanks for the Help!

Brandon drove out two days in a row to show me how to get this deck started. Tim showed up with a breakfast burrito and dug a couple of deep holes for footings. Lyn cooked up a storm and kept us in tasty calories. Blue sniffed around to make sure things were done right. Maren made the space at home for Brandon's absence. And here's what it looks like on a rainy Memorial Day morning.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Saturday, May 3, 2008

And the winner is: Tim Abbott



Tim won first place in his heat this morning, edging out the second place guy with superior technique practiced in his play "See how they run."

Amazing how the athletic and the artistic realms intertwine.

If you don't recognize Tim by his powerful and beautiful legs (athletic and artistic), then look for the fourth runner from the left as the race begins, and then later in the film he's the fourth from the right. Bright blue Orem High uniform.

Friday, May 2, 2008

See How They Run

Tim's hurdling was even more impressive than this impressive English hurdler (Tim repeatedly hurdled the couch arm -- with perfect form -- at full speed).

As he entered the stage, I gasped, sure I was seeing Ben. There was even an echo of Ben's voice.

But there was more than hurdling. There were two exciting wrestling matches. Lightning changes in and out of uniforms. Repeated dives behind the couch. And a brilliant disarming of the Russian spy (German prisoner in the original production during WWII) by tickling.

Tim was a magnificent part of a great production. We laughed and laughed and almost fell off our chairs in the middle of a great scene when Tim, without a second thought, cued the missing doorbell with a "did you hear something? Was that the doorbell?" And the scene rolled on impetuously.



  • "Sergeant, arrest most of these vicars"
  • "You can't shoot me! I have diabetes!"

Thursday, May 1, 2008