Game, Funeral and Family

I didn't make a post on Friday, November 22 because I stayed overnight with my daughter Nancy in Salt Lake.  This was due to several different plans that would all take place in the Salt Lake Valley.  As usual I planned to spend the late afternoon with Hannah and Rudy in our regular routine of going to the neighborhood park followed by a visit to McDonalds.  In the midst of the chaos that surrounds their lives I feel that my weekly visits are a stable factor.  I planned to watch the final game for the division 5 title between my grandson, Alden's, team, the Timpview Thunderbirds and the Orem High School Tigers who have had a two year winning streak.  When I asked Nancy if I could stay at her house the night following the game so I could go to the funeral of Shazia's grandmother the next day she asked if I could obtain tickets for herself and her daughter Miranda.  David purchased the tickets on Friday morning and when I got to Nancy's house that evening she drove us to the stadium then parked about a half a mile away.  It was a good game.  Although the other team won, the score, at 21 to 7 was not overwhelming.  The game proceeded without much delay and the action was exciting.  I had dressed warmly enough to hold off the chill of the evening which was clear.  Nancy offered to go and get her car after the game and return to pick us up.  I told her I would be more comfortable if I kept moving instead of waiting around the stadium.  We left when there was about a minute on the game clock and made our way down to 13th East and 5th South then southward to about 750 south.  It was a brisk walk but not uncomfortable.  We shopped at Smith's where I purchased a steak, some pastured butter and some cream and found that once again, as had happened the day before, my groceries were free.  After arriving at the chapel where the funeral for Joan Smith, Shazia's grandmother was held I was soon joined by my daughter Nancy.  Joan lived a righteous and beneficial life and her funeral reflected her contribution as a mother, a musician and as a faithful servant of the Lord.  After leaving the funeral I drove to Mary's home and visited with her and her three children.  Her husband received a heart transplant nearly five years ago and it is showing signs of rejection.  I showed Mary a photo of my painting of Marge Lewis and she suggested adding something to the wall.  As I drove home I reflected on my first thoughts about doing a portrait.  I wanted to somehow include Marge's husband, although he died 21 years ago.  Suddenly I realized that I could find a picture in the 7th Ward memory book that was published a few years ago.  I found that the picture in the book was too obscure to use, but I had encountered a copy of the pdf of the book on CD only a few days before while organizing my studio.  I was successful in finding the picture in a resolution that would work well as a model for the picture that I plan to insert in the painting.  Another sweet 'coincidence'.