A spontaneous party erupted this weekend in St George. Megan Prue decided to come for the weekend with the kids. Then Russ and Pam decided to come, then Pam's mom Sharon. Lori and Blake drove up from Las Vegas and not be left out-Deb and Rand and their kids drove down. And voila! Nacho night was born. Mom and Dad Lundberg made a beautiful birthday cake (for Megan) and cheesecake and we pulled out the hot sauces from around the world, made cheese and bean dips, guacamole and salsa. Dad was so excited to hand out our Christmas envelopes, we did Christmas a little early since we were all together.
Friday was fun for me because I prayed to find a toy to use to do a little speech therapy and a clothes organizer for Wendy. I walked into DI and found both. Then I spent a pleasant afternoon with Wendy, not organizing. We just visited Wendy asked Wilson to move out. Happily, he was able to move back to his old apartment temporarily. There was no police involvement. Wendy and Harlow are much more calm. I think in some ways Wilson is relieved, although he is in his cycle of self-destruction and avoidance. Tony and I spent Wednesday moving his stuff out and cleaning it all up. It's always hard to be confronted with all the evidence of Wilson's chaotic life, no manner how many times we do it.
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