Get set…again

Today went a little better.  Mark gave me some specific cleaning assignments and I completed them, so I’m feeling better about myself.  In the meantime, he managed to get things pretty much ready in the RV and we also got his motorcycle loaded into the pickup truck.  We still have a fair amount to do tomorrow, and then we hope to spend the night tomorrow night in the RV so that we can pretty much head out on Monday.

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Get ready…

Well, we had aimed for getting out of here tomorrow, but it ain’t happening.  Besides the fact that we still have a lot to do to get ready, Mark can’t find the keys to the RV ignition, so he had to call a locksmith.  The locksmith is down in Green Bay and won’t be able to come up until tomorrow.

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Sometimes, a picture isn’t worth a million words…

Because the fall colors have been so glorious, I was carrying my camera with me to work and to church in case I should see something I had to shoot.  Last Sunday, I was driving home from church with my camera on the front seat beside me.  I suddenly had to step on the brake and the camera fell off the seat.  The next picture I tried to take, the lens wouldn’t focus.  🙁  I have seen all sorts of things since that I would have loved to photograph and share with you, but I can’t.  Therefore, I haven’t written.  Continue reading

A time and a place

For any of you who are close enough to come to Sherill’s memorial service, we now have confirmation that the service will be at West Hills Covenant Church (5815 SW Gillcrest Ct, Portland, OR 97221) at 3:30 this Sunday afternoon.  There will be a reception following with an open mike time for any who may want to briefly share thoughts or stories about Sherill. Continue reading

R.I.P. Sherill!

This morning I was taking a shower and had just wrapped a towel around myself when Fred walked in with the phone and told me there was an important phone call for me.  I took the phone and a man said, “Hello, Denise!  I’m Officer Seigler from the King City Police.  I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but your sister died this morning.”  When I hung up, I told Fred and he burst into tears.  The whole family met at the rehab center and sat with Sherill’s body until the undertaker came to take her away.  We were all in shock.  It has been a rough day, but I want to dedicate the rest of this post to Sherill’s memory. Continue reading