And this is not going to be very clever, but here is my story. Sunday was the Perfect Storm. Mother’s Day meets birthday. That has happened before. The last time it happened was not my favorite. It was more stressful than fun. But this time around, the stars aligned and I almost felt like I had downed a vial of Liquid Luck. I had the perfect Mother’s Day/birthday. Church was amazing. In Primary they sang me that birthday song that says “Zippity-ay and Heidi-ho.” Who doesn’t love that one? I got to play for a song that a hundred youth sang, and it still makes me happy just thinking about it. I either got to be with, or get phone calls from, everyone that I love. I got homemade hamburgers. The missionaries even knocked on the door in the evening just to tell me Happy Mother’s Day. It was the best day I have had all year.
One of the highlights is a little gift Ethan gave me, which I lovingly call my iToy. Yes, it is an iPad. And here is how spoiled I am. He bought me the 16GB version at my insistence, and when, the next day, it turned out to not be sufficient to hold much of my library, he returned it for the largest... the 64GB. Now you know how truly spoiled I am. People keep asking me, “Is it really that cool?” Yes. Yes, it is that cool. I could go on for about an hour about the amazing apps I have on it, courtesy of another friend who spoiled me with iTunes $.
But anyway, this afternoon I showed Skippy (who is better than I at all the games) an application called “Art Puzzle HD.” In this application, you enter a museum. There are several doors, and behind each door are a number of famous paintings by Van Gogh, Chagall, Monet, Renoir, Cassatt, and many others. Most of the paintings are covered by cloths so you can’t see them. The first painting on the wall is visible, but blurry. When you touch the painting, it fills the screen, but it is scrambled into many different pieces, and you have to reassemble the pieces until it makes the original painting. As soon as you complete the puzzle, that painting is added to the wall of your gallery, and you can go on to the next painting.
I thought it was fun, and I showed it to Skippy, and then left him with Starry Night and went off to work on some music. A couple of hours later, he came in and announced to me that he had solved every puzzle in the third room, and that my gallery was full of beautiful paintings. He opened it to show me, and said, “See? I even did the naked ones.” And sure enough, he did.
