For a week I stayed at my mom and Jim's ranch which is between Vernal and Jensen in Eastern Utah. I read, slept, wrote letters (wonder to who??), watched a little tv, went to the temple, and ran errands with them. It was kind of like being a child again without someone telling me what to do. I helped with meals but I didn't decide what we were going to eat or when we were going to eat. When we went somewhere, I sat in the back seat. I didn't answer the phone--it wasn't for me. I didn't decide what to watch on TV; I just watched along with them or not. (BTW, I am now a big fan of BYU-TV--we watched a lot of that.) No one wanted or needed anything from me and for the first few days, that was nice--then I missed being needed.
Mom has chickens which were kind of interesting to watch and a peacock. The male peacock was beautiful but I never saw him with his feathers spread. The female hen was on her nest which is just under the tree you see in the right of the picture above.
It was a quiet, restful week...
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