Stopping for Wisdom Teeth

Writing a blog is tedious.  I much prefer to write in a journal.  Guess I'm just old school.  I've read blogs that other people have posted and they are fun to read.  I don't have the talent for writing enjoyable reading material.

Sheighla has finally got all of her wisdom teeth removed.  Greg Davis, in his never-ending kindness, said he would do it for us.  He did it to help us in our financial situation.  He knows our needs.  It didn't turn out as he expected and the first trip was a ten-and-a-half hour marathon that was traumatic for everyone involved. Sheighla's face was swollen to the point that it didn't even look like her. It was that way for three days before it started to subside.  Yesterday Greg removed the last half of the last tooth.  That took two hours.  The teeth were very bony and impacted.  An oral surgeon would have charged us a fortune to have it done.  For the most part, we are all recovered.  Sheighla still has the normal healing and that will probably take about six months.  Now she just has some swelling from yesterday's procedure.

So what did we do last week?  Sheighla spent the first three days on the couch and, in sympathy, I watched movies and programs with her.  I was pretty much worthless as far as doing anything productive.  I wish I was able to conclude with something profound from the experience, but my cognitive powers are considerably lacking.

What IS exciting is the fact that Sheighla is one step closer to getting her missionary papers completed!

Big Time Out

Okay.  I took a bit of time off.  Let's be honest and own up to the fact that I completely forgot that I had a blog and I was going to write about family history (which has come to a halt).  Kaila, Chris, and Aeden came to visit.  Chris came for about five days at the first of the month and Kaila just left today with Aeden.  It was fun to have them visit and find I am missing them. Aeden is just like Eric at that age without the anger issues.  He has two settings: still (when he is asleep) and running.  I'm not sure he even knows how to just walk.

I really need to start doing family history again.  I need a goal.  I just don't know what goal to choose.  So much needs to be done and I really don't know where to start.  I believe I mentioned at one point that it is overwhelming.  Well....that's the truth.  I just took about fifteen seconds to think of a goal for this next week.  Along with all the other projects I have going, I have decided to contact Terry and find out what he wants to have brought back to him.  I'd love to keep some of the original documents in the nifty archive box I now have.  But I certainly don't want all the stuff dad had. 

But what really scares me, is the box of papers with Grandma's writing.  There is absolutely no organization to any of it and I don't know if it should all be scanned and saved, or if part of it is sufficient.  What will be interesting to everyone?  Or, will anyone even be interested?  It would be nice if it would magically arrange itself into a nice, neat notebook.  Oh wait....that's my job.  I said I would do it, and so I shall.  I'll try to start on it tomorrow.  And I say tomorrow because currently it is 11:12 pm.  I just hope that when I finish with it that someone will appreciate it.  One of my kids needs to get bitten by the genealogy bug and take an interest.  Right now they are all busy with their families and lives.  Been there.  I know how it is.