King and Queen of the World!

Today I got to visit with my mom and dad in their cozy condo. We had a great afternoon together eating soup and salad and talking non-stop. After dinner, mom and I retired to the music room and played duets, including "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" which will now be going through both of our heads for the next two days, while dad whipped up a decadent dessert of chocolate cake and ice cream. 

At the end of the visit, they walked me outside to their "back porch." Dad grabbed the red railing and raised his head to the wind and said he always feels like he's on the bow of a ship when he stands there. He faced west, struck a regal pose and said "I'm the King of the World!"

Yes you are dad, yes you are!...and mom is the queen of the world! Here's proof:

Also, last Tuesday we had our monthly ward sealing group at the Jordan River Temple. It's a wonderful experience that we've been able to participate in for the last couple of years. One of the members of our group, actually the one who got us nudged into joining, is Rich Gibbons, the golfer, you know the one. He loves to go to Astro Burger afterward and he and I both get patty melts. It never fails that after the session is finished, before we're even out of the sealing room, Rich comes up to me with a big smile and whispers "Patty Melt!'  He and his wife weren't there last week so Dennis and I just went through the drive-through at Astro Burger alone. The sunset was just cascading over the Wasatch mountains so I jumped out of the car, mid drive-through, and took this picture. Dennis was still driving along in the drive-through line, and when I was finished with my impromtu photo session, I ran up a few yards,opened the passenger door of the slowly moving vehicle and jumped back in. I looked up at the mountains, and the moment I'd captured had vanished as quickly as it appeared. Isn't it pretty?
Have a good week! Love,
Mom/Grandma/Barb/Glerg

John Adams once wrote to his son: "To one who has a Taste, the Poets serve to fill up Time which would otherwise pass in Idleness, Languor, or Vice. You will never be alone, with a Poet in your Pocket. You will never have an idle Hour. How many weary hours have been made alert, how many melancholly ones gay, how many vacant ones useful, to me, in the course of my Life, by this means?

I will update that to read "a mother, grandmother and blogger will never be alone with a camera in her purse. You will never have an idle Hour!"