Friday night

It it now half-time of the Jazz game, and they are not doing too good. Dad has been busy working on the fence line around the property. We called a company tonight about putting the fence around the property. He also fixed the road into Ben and Wendy's space and cleaned off their place a little. He is sound asleep now. I worked all day alone, well actually, not quite alone. About 3 o'clock Angie McArthur came to start learning how to do things. They want to buy the business and they want to get at it right away. I have been adding things together and I need to get some financial papers for them to spec out. Angie and Tim lived up by Paul and Michelle for awhile, then went back to St. George, but missed the area, so they came back and bought Dee and Gary Torres' home. She is one of my visiting teachers. They have four children, 11 - 2. It will be a little tough for the first while, with their little kids, but he plans to work at it full time and have her work for a few hours after the older girl gets home from school. They may find that they have to hire someone a few hours aday or a babysitter. I have really tried to make them understand that it is hard with little kids, but they feel like now is the time. They talked to me one day and the very next day came in and said they qualified for the money. They are really pushing it. I told them to come and help for a few days to see if they like it. We'll see what goes. I just have to sell it and then let it go. Easier said than done.

I think I might need to get some fertilizer on my lawn tomorrow, as we may get a smattering of moisture. So far it hasn't done anything.

I have sewed out three really cute easter baskets. I may do a few more tomorrow. they take about 3 hours to do, but they are fun.

Well, do you think it would help the Jazz if I would sit on the couch and watch. We are still 21 points behind. Yuck!

Kassie, We'll reserve a ticket for Curtis. If no one down here wants the other one, Curtis can bring someone with him. We'll see what goes. Love, mom