QST de N7GMT

While visiting the hospital for the birth of my son, I bumped into an employee and fellow ham who was excited to show me the new HF antenna they’ll be putting up to suppliment their VHF/UHF capabilities for major disaster situations. The series of hospitals in the valley already participate in several sets of drills, including CSEPP. We also operate for RACES test nets from the EOCs of as many as we can to make sure the equipment is functional, ready to go, and accessible. (You might be surprised what a change in administration will do to your auxiliary commo setup.)

Anyway, the point of this post was to show the mount point up on the roof. The pipe just to the left of the ladder is where the 15-ft fold-over mount will go, with a 25-ft multi-band HF vertical on top of that.

And here’s one of my favorite views, Mt. Timpanogos, as seen from just behind the antenna array in the first shot. (This is the picture I use for my QSL cards, too.)

Any time you can get somewhere like this and have these kinds of views … priceless.

[sung to the tune of "What do you do with a drunken sailor"]

What do you do with a pregger wi-ife,
What do you do with a pregger wi-ife,
What do you do with a pregger wi-ife,
Er-lie in the mornin’?

Aparently you take her to the horse-pittal and let her bring a “new one” into the world.

Yup. Our latest was bornified this week. Cute little guy.

We’re glad to have him with us. He was our biggest baby—something which did not please the one birthing him. She was quite glad to have him in her arms, though.

I sure do love her, my Sweetie. I don’t, however, know how she manages to do all the things she does. Trying to get all the kids off to school—fed, dressed, with brushed teeth and combed hair—and then to take care of all the other domestic things that need doing every day and every week … and then to top it off with all the other things she does, like being the Primary President for our Ward, making and selling hand-made soap from our home and at the Holy Cow Boutique, teaching piano lessons to the neighborhood kids, playing piano for our church choir … <sheesh!>

Anyway, he’s here now; healthy and happy (as long as he’s fed and no one is messing with his diaper).

Thank you, Heavenly Father, for letting us play host to this wee one.