I suggested to Sam and Sarah that they name their next daughter Lodema. We could not come up with a pleasing nickname. Lodi? Dema? Od? But is a nickname even necessary?
We were saying how all kinds of distant relatives would come by to talk to Elva--the Andersons and Bjorkmans are the two names we remembered--when suddenly lots of Plummer cousins appeared: Susan, Scott, Pat and Anne. There was much celebrating about this happy coincidence, and we all chattered in the sun and marvelled at the over decorated graves and had a generally good visit.
The children, Elliot and Louis grew hungry so we went off for our "picnic." Elva always made a large lunch of fried chicken, potato salad, jello salad, brownies, chips, punch and we would eat in back of the Heber tabernacle rain or shine, hot or cold.
We did our own version: we went to the Homestead and ate lunch overlooking the pond and the geese and then went to the gift store for fudge and a carmeled apple. Elliot made two trips up the volcano while the rest of us listened to birds and fed Louis bits of chocolate.
Tom and I napped and then drove the Miata with the top down around the neighborhood, past the lake where we noticed the new sections had been opened up. This means longer kayak rides. It was all rather blissful. I think you should say it aloud when you know it's true: it was blissful.