Part 2 Addendum and One Other Thing

Janice just called to report that, after some research, she is convinced my dead, hairless, headless animal was a baby squirrel. They live quite a while in the nest, she says, and quite a while before getting hair.

Makes sense. I know there is a squirrel nest in one of those pine trees.

She suggests the big wind the other night blew the baby out and some larger animal ate part of it. The head, actually.

This may be the end of this particular discussion.

The Other Thing:

This morning I put my sweat pants on backwards. That's a first. I'd like to say it was dark, but it was only a little dark.

I didn't discover it for an hour or so, and by that time I had my walking shoes on (properly, of course) and didn't want to bother taking the sweats off over the shoes, and so on.

You might think, as I did, that pants on backwards would be uncomfortable. Nope. These sweats are big, Maybe that's why it seemed to make no difference.

Tomorrow I'll be sure to put them on correctly.

The Goings-On At My House, Well, Outside My House

Part 1

I am just in from raking up pine needles. They fall from my neighbor's three pine trees that stand close to our property line. I have filled my garbage can with needles, but I haven't made a dent, as they say. Have to do more some other day. As if I could ever get them all. They COVER my lawns.

Can you guess how I feel about those trees? I could mention that they receive no "care." But why bother?

Part 2

On the sidewalk, directly behind the post my mail box sits on, was a dead, hairless, headless something. I thought, at first, a baby mouse. Too big for that, though. Rat. I didn't like that thought.

It's been there--this is the third day.

Today, while raking pine needles, I called Ron and Janice to come over and see. They agreed, too big for a mouse. He said gopher. I said rat. She said rat. Hard to tell since it had no head. But the internet has me thinking it was a rat.

How did it die? you ask. (I knew you would.)

Ron and Janice said there's been a great horned owl around the last few nights. Ron said ,"Yep, it ate the brains." I didn't ask why not eat the whole thing.

Ron picked it up with a twig from the pine tree, examined it, and said, "Do you want this?" Guess what I said. He took it home. Probably going to dissect it, or something.

Part 3 Way outside my house but in my neighborhood.

I went walking outside today, weather permitted such a thing, and I saw something I didn't know ever happened. The nearby McDonald's has closed. Not one single car in the parking lot, that was a clue, so I read the small sign on the door: This McDonald's will close December 15, 2015.

Heavens! It's February 25, and I'm just noticing.

The name is torn off the building, no golden arches anywhere, the children's play area inside is gone.

The little sign suggested four other nearby locations.

This is quite long

Here's every detail, as I remember it.

In the women's dressing room--temple workers' dressing room--I was putting my packet away when a woman on the next shift, midshift, spoke. She had just put on her white clothing and was really talking to herself because she couldn't find her name tag. I spoke to her and asked where she thought it might be. "At home or in my bag," she said. I said, "I'm going to hope for the bag."

She found it, in her bag, and gave me credit, you know, just kidding. I said, "You're a Tanner, aren't you?" She answered, "Yes. How do you know?" I told her I had seen her before.

As she put on her name tag, I looked to see her first name. Christine.

"Are you . . . " but she interrupted. "I'm not related to all the famous Tanners around here. Too bad because they sound like fun."

I said, "You're probably a decent person anyway. Carlene is her name, right?"

"Yes. But my husband is not from here. He's from Milford."

"Milford, Utah?"

"Yes."

"I've been there," I said, which we both agreed was quite remarkable because Milford is not famous or big or even known at all by most people.

So we were connected, sort of.

I said, "My roommate married a Tanner. She was from Carey, a Benson. Lauralie Benson."

"Lauralie Benson married my husband's brother, Gary."

Now that got me. Small world, as they say.

I said, "Wow, I feel like we're kind of related."

Then she told me Lauralie's husband had died soon after they got home from their mission. He had severe dementia. Lauralie, she told me, is doing fine.

I asked, "How's your husband?"

"He's just fine," she said. "One brother died of cancer, one of dementia, another of cancer."

"Is he the only one left?"

"Yes, but he's fine."

It is all quite remarkable to me because two days ago I was thinking about Lauralie. Our speaker in Sacrament meeting was from Carey, so I told him I'd been there and mentioned the names I knew from there: Benson (That's Ezra Taft Benson's brother, Valdo, Stake President and Lauralie's father), Barton, as in John Barton, Lauralie's boyfriend when she was my roommate, and as in Barbara Barton, John's sister--who married Blaine Tingey--and who was our other roommate.

At that time I could not remember Lauralie's married name, Tanner. I remembered it last night, Tuesday. So is it weird? Or was it "meant to be" so that Christine Tanner and I could make this little connection? Not that we'll be long friends, just that such things are very nice.