Life in Lyman

Benjamin Bunny

scott e — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 23:37:13 +0000

He is all white with soft pink eyes but there is nothing “soft” about Benjamn Bunny. Inch long claws have carved scars into the flesh of several family members. I use to laugh at the killer rabbit in The Holly Grail, but now I know that that show was a documentary.

Life in Lyman: Orphan Anne

scott e — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 17:54:00 +0000

“I’m an orphan!” my youngest said to her friend proudly.

“No your not!”

“Yes I am! My mom and dad said so!”

Life in Lyman: Lost & Found

scott e — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 20:35:00 +0000

We just stopped at my parents for a minute to pick up 2 children. Surely Pria would be OK in the front yard. As we planned to leave we called for her and she didn’t come. Then we heard the fireworks from down the street. She hates fireworks. We looked and called and looked and called the police and looked until dark. It was no use, she could be anywhere and fireworks were going off all over town.

Pria likes Brenda the best and so Brenda was missing Pria the most. It was a tough night. I made a lost dog poster and first thing in the morning we went to the store and made copies. We hung up a copy of the poster in the store and went to my parents home to pick up the children so they could help hang up posters. I began trimming a small version of the poster to hand out at the fourth of July parade if necessary. As I trimmed away there was a joyful scream “Pria! Here girl. Here girl. I found her!” yelled my son. Pria had returned a bit damp but in one piece. The relief cheered everyone up and I discovered something about myself. I make good Lost Dog posters.

Life in Lyman: Sit

scott e — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 12:50:00 +0000

After 10 years the rope finally breaks and our swing is a sit. I am so glad it didn’t involve a visit to the emergency room. This is how it went down.

Dad! Dad! We get a new swing. Isn’t it funny? Can I be on a stamp now?

Life in Lyman: Not Math

scott e — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 19:21:00 +0000

Bad grades in Algebra. How can that be? It can be because she reads all day. We had to ground her from books.

It still didn’t work she kept reading in class. So Brenda set the plan into action. She gave the teacher permission to take the book and then sing (to the tune of If your Happy and You Know It) I am the meanest mom in the world.

Life in Lyman: Scattered Sunshine

scott e — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 20:11:00 +0000

As we left for our doctors appointment/wedding/family reunion last week I locked the front door and walked past out front flower bed on the way to the car. We have been getting complements since the flowers started to bloom. I would take some credit, but all credit belongs to a kind neighbor who planted it for us when we were in Salt Lake recovering from Liver Transplant. The neighbor is the kind of gardener that plants with a ruler. All of the plants are just the right height and just the right distance apart.

That is why I was curious about the 50+ little green sprouts about one inch high scattered throughout the flower bed. I could tell that they were sunflowers. So on our drive I asked Brenda about the sunflowers in the flower bed she smiled and blamed it on my daughter who immediately gave her the credit for the idea. Scattered sunshine is growing among the meticulously measured and planned. I guess some randomness keeps life interesting.

Life in Lyman: Kids

scott e — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 06:07:00 +0000

Goats can climb trees. I’ve heard about it, but now I’ve seen it. It makes sense, they climb mountains. Well, goats also like more than anything else, the one thing that is just out of reach. They climb and strain and struggle when right around them is all they could ever want. I guess there is a good reason baby goats are called kids.

Life in Lyman: Mt Everest

scott e — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 12:30:00 +0000

When everyone comes home from camping trips they bring a mountain of work with them. I never knew we had so many clothes. I helped fold and fold and fold. Just when I thought we were making progress another mountain would loom up before us. The white flag at the top is not a victory flag, it is for surrender. I think unlike Everest, laundry is a mountain that no one will ever finish climbing.

Life in Lyman: Chicken Hypnotism

scott e — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000

It’s not dead. It is just hypnotized. I can’t believe it myself. All it takes is a chicken, the ground and a stick. Gently lay the chicken down on the ground. Draw an arch in the dirt around the head of the chicken and after a moment you can let go and the chicken will just lay there. My two oldest daughters are great hypnotists.

No animals were harmed in the creation of this stamp.

Life in Lyman: Lone Man

scott e — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000

Whenever Brenda hears about a man not treating his wife well, she says that he will be a lone man in the Garden of Eden. You should know, I did not do anything to deserve being a lone man.

The older girls are at camp and Brenda took the others to Island Park. I have been home alone for the past two days. It is very quiet, except for the goats. I have been working on several projects and have be productive. But, it is very quiet. Hard to sleep quiet. So while I am not a lone man, I am alone man.

Besides, If you really want to know the truth, I just wanted to show off my scar.