And so it is summer . . . no homework, no sack lunches, lots of sun screen and lots of popsicles!
The first week out of school we said good-bye to Madeleine as she headed off to Italy for a 10 day chamber orchestra trip. As you might imagine, she had a wonderful time seeing the sights, giving several concerts and enjoying great food. Being her mother's daughter, she took just a few photos — the scenery was gorgeous! She had a great time with all of her friends.
Jobs and Wii
Clark was able to attend a morning sports camp at the school for a week and then he and Elliot have been working hard (quite a bit for their grandparents) to earn money for the wii they want to buy. So, if you have any odd jobs you need done . . . or used games to sell. . . .
Yard and Home
Basically we have spent the month working on the yard and the house. Alan has now replaced four ceiling fans. He could probably do it with his eyes closed! And just when we think we have made our way around the yard trimming and weeding (and spraying for Aphids — ooh, ick) we realize we are going to have to, of course, start over again. Oh well, we refuse to let morning glory get the best of us!
Tess and Loren at BYU
Tess and Loren have finished spring term and have just started summer term. They are both enjoying the more relaxed pace on campus (except when all the EFY kids descend!) and are enjoying the social life that is pretty much non-existent when they are home for the summer. Tess has been called to be the Enrichment counselor in the Relief Society presidency and Loren is a counselor in the Elders Quorum presidency.
Elder Phillip Brown
Phillip is doing great. He is enjoying the people and having some wonderful experiences. They have been having some success in the mission — always with people from other countries though who always seem to be looking for work so that they won't have to return home. It seems to be quite the "melting pot." Speaking of melting pots, the summers are hot in Madrid, so the jackets have come off and they get to drag a fan around the apartment — no AC. Ah, the life of a missionary. . . .