Squirrel hunting—two words I never thought would come out of my mouth in reference to my weekend activities, but there you go, I said it. Friday, we drove up to Springerville, Arizona to stay in my Mom’s house before she had it winterized. Tarzan went with his new sidekick Toy—“Me hunt squirrel” I asked if he was going to hunt “moose and squirrel” with the appropriate Russian accent—he didn’t think it was funny. The wind blew, the rain fell and still Tarzan and sidekick hunted with dog in tow.

I slept in until 10:00 a.m. read my book, went to the drug store (Oh, if you are not from Springerville you can’t appreciate that comment—I went to the drug store—if you want to find something to spend your money on, they have it at Western Drug. They have everything you could ever want there from hunting paraphernalia to fabric, ribbons and patterns along with all the other drug store type stuff you would ever want. It is amazing.)

They shot 5 squirrel between them. Tarzan gutted, cleaned and prepared them for the freezer – showered and went to bed before the sun went down.

6:00 a.m. Sunday off they went again and got more squirrel (no moose). I watched old movies and read my book “The Fourth War.” I graded papers and napped. It was glorious. Monday we cleaned Mom’s house and washed our sheets and towels and came on home.

I commented on the way home that I wished every moment of my life would feel just like I felt at that moment. Relaxed, no worries, not thinking about politics or the economy, no worries about any of the sisters in our ward or my kids or grandkids…..sigh!


Your Mom's house in Springerville is one of my most favorite places in all the world. Just reading about it makes me happy. Sounds like a lovely weekend.