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It's been a while since we have had time to post. Mostly we have been busy enjoying the awesome summer nights at the golf course. We have been hitting a bucket at least three times a week and then practicing our putting on the greens. We are a pretty competitive couple so we have made it all into a competition, needless to say I have been consistently losing to Rob by at least 8 holes, it is really ticking me off but I think I am improving! The other night when we were there there was a dad there with his two young kids, his son was about 7 and his little girl was about 4. The kids each had their own golf sets but the dad did not have his so we let him borrow our putter. This little girl captured our hearts and we just fell in love with her, especially when she tried to carry her own clubs. As she loaded them up she nearly tipped over but a few steps backward and her dads helping hand were enough for her to catch her balance- We couldn't help ourselves so with her fathers permisson we snapped a picture - It just makes us that much more excited to have our own little caddies - hopfully someday soon!
Tonight however we missed out on our new found tradition and opted for minor surgery instead. Rob's foot has been bothering him for about a week and when I saw it tonight his big toe was bright red and swollen, so I made him go into the instacare to get it checked out, and trust me convincing him was not easy but after several promises that all they would do is give him some antibiotics (something that turned out to be a total lie) I had him in the car. As soon as the Dr. saw it she told him right away that she was going to have to cut into the toe and cut out the ingrown nail. For those of you who know my big strong and very brave husband you may know he is terrified of needles- so terrified that he has passed out and vomited at the site of them so as you can imagine he was not too happy with me and my broken promises. After seven shots, all in the big Toe, he was numbed up and the Dr. cut into his toe, even she could not believe the puss that came out! She cleaned it out and then cut out a piece of nail that I can only described as a bone fragment. This thing was as thick as the prong on a fork and as long as my first knuckle. The poor kid- I felt Terrible, but I will say he does look Pretty in Pink!
Yesterday we hit the lake for the first time in 6 years. Luckily for us, my dad had one of his mini midlife crisis's and bought another boat. Years ago, we would have a boat on the water at least 2 or 3 times a week. It was my dads favorite thing to do for his kids. And, it was always well received.
From the time i was a few months old, i spent at least one week a year living in a houseboat on the lake famously explored by the great John Wesley Powell. Whether it was with the Marsh family, or the Twichells, it was my favorite thing in the world. Its been 8 long years since I've been able to enjoy the beautiful,(sometimes eerie) green waters of my beloved lake. 8 years since I've hiked its amazing landscape. 8 years since I've been able to use a floating restroom. 8 years since I've been able to carve the smoothest glass on the planet. And 8 years since I've been able to see the look on my dads face that only shows at Lake Powell. And, its looking like this summer will be my homecoming.
Anyway, yesterday we hit the lake hard. We left my dads around 4pm, and arrived at the lake around 5.... what?....we didn't fill up with fuel?!.... Do we need gas?! After driving to Heber, we were on the lake at 6. The girls were already cold, and we still had the boat on the trailer. I wonder if 40 degree water would be an issue? I was the first in the water. Quickly, my "outie" turned into an "innie".... Melissa was the lakes next victim, struggling to remember how to breath... And then Bec jumped in...... the only time she wasn't screaming was when she was under water.... For those who know the chill of Moon Lake, this made Moon Lake feel like a relaxing bath. We were all impressed with the skills of our safety coordinator, Brenda, who handled that flag like a pro. And, of course the Captain, who seemed somewhat out of place without his trusty "FBI" hat, but still kept the boat off the rocks.
Till next time. After Rob posted this I found this online while searching how cold the water was, it is reporting that it was in the 40's and here is what followed-COLD WATER CAN BE DEADLY!!! Most people can SURVIVE ONLY FIVE TO 10 MINUTES IN 40-DEGREE WATER before succumbing to hypothermia. You never know when you might end up in the water. WEARING A LIFE JACKET NOT ONLY KEEPS YOU AFLOAT, BUT PROVIDES AN EXTRA LAYER OF WARMTH. The combination of additional heat and floatation might mean the difference between life and death!!!
It is not often that a man comes into this world and has a greater effect on it when he leaves but our friend Bud did. He was a beautiful person and we miss him, the world misses him. When he passed We felt emotions that I did not understand, and as I sat next to him holding his hand with my left and his head with my right my heart ached and I tried to think of anything I could do to stay off the inevitable. I was not ready for him to go but as he had told me many times before he was ready to be with his "Tweety" (His Wife). I held his hand and kissed his cheek, thanked him and told him how much I would miss him and a few moments later he was gone.
The day before he passed away Laura and I were in his room and he asked me to shave his beard. He had been in bed for a couple of days and so it was pretty long, I got out his electric razor and began to shave away, I got about half way and stopped as Bud was telling Laura about when he had first bought the razor. He and I were in the kitchen and he wanted to test it out to make sure you could use it without water ( we bought like 10 different electric razors non of which ever worked for him) So I pulled up my pant leg and shaved my legs with it at the kitchen counter, my legs were smooth- so he was convinced and kept the razor! After he told this story we all were laughing so hard he looked at me shook his head and said "Oh Becky-Baby" as he often called me, I had only made it halfway through shaving his beard which was not satisfactory for him, so he quickly reminded me of my chore by saying " Eh Um are you going to finish" and I did it took me a while, but I did.
The day Bud passed away I arrived at his house about 10:30am. We knew at that point that today was the day, and I was not sure how to feel but Bud had made me promise him several times that I would be there and so I made sure that I was. By the time I arrived Bud was in an unconscious state. He had not opened his eye's or spoken since about 4:00am. I sat next to him for the next couple of hours and just held his hand. At some point in the afternoon there were several people in the room and we were all exchanging stories and memories, I decided to tell Bud and my favorite story which involved me being pinned between a not feeling so well Bud and his bed, and we were stuck there until the physical therapist came in, trust me its a hilarious story, but as I was telling this story I could feel his grip on my hand getting tighter, by the end of the story everyone in the room was laughing and bud lifted my hand up to his lips and kissed it. It was the first sign in hours that he was still there with us and one of the last!
Rob and I talk about him often and all of the funny memories we have with him, all the crazy trips we took, and the different parts of the world he introduced us to. I often long to see him and I know that all I have to do is close my eye's and sleep in dream and he will visit before the nights end. WE LOVE YOU and Miss YOU!
