Category My Life

Thoughts feelings and experiences from the life of Scott E Franson.

Decisions, Big and Small

Decisions, Big and Small, begin to weigh down as soon as the statement “You have cancer.” is uttered. There is a critical set of choices to be made. To treat or not, how do we help our children? How do…

Inside My Story

When the doctor calls and invites you into the office, you can be sure that it isn’t good news. Knowing that bad news is coming, I try to figure out what could be coming and what I will do about…

Connected & Protected

Life does go on after a major organ transplant with a delicate balance. The organ needs to be connected to function, but the body views the organ as a foreign object. Immunosuppression medication protects the body from rejecting the new…

Black & White

Charcoal is our potbelly pig. He stands out now that we have snow covering the ground. I don’t think he is actually much of a fan of the cold as he spends most of his time buried beneath the heaps…

Lonely

(Reposted on 11/28/2020) I am feeling this lonely kind of isolation today. In sitting in my small studio looking out my window. I am done with COVID-19, I wish C-19 was done with us.

The Value of being Incompetent

The 4 Stages of Competence | My wife read a magazine while we were waiting in the doctors’ office and found a learning model that has changed my perspective on learning. The core of the idea is that in order…

Life in Lyman | Shhhh

There are some things that only a kid can come up with. One of my favorites is from my son. “Shhh please be quiet my foots asleep.”Submitted to www.illustrationfriday.com

Digital Painting | Bicycle

As a child, my bicycle was the ultimate feeling of freedom. It was pre-helmet days and I loved the wind in my hair while riding down the sidewalk feeling the bump of each new section. Bump-bump, Bump-bump, Bump-bump. Because it…

You are needed and make a difference!

This past weekend our family experienced a great tragedy. Our sixth grade science teacher passed away in an accident. I have heard about Mr. McCullaugh over and over again since he first began teaching at our middle school. Our oldest…

Stripey hatches four and soon there will be more

The chicks began hatching and so far there are four with three more starting to hatch. It looks like we will have seven new chicks in the morning. Who knows, the other two might hatch and then we would have…

Real versus Virtual

During the past week I have notice a variety of issues that have an interesting connection. Paper books versus E-books, classroom versus online, and traditional illustration media versus digital media. The one thing that they have in common is that…

Scout camp

I have been at Treasure Mountain Scout Camp for the last week. It was a great week spent with my son and the members of his troop. The boys worked hard and were kind to one another. My son earned…

The end of a semester

The end of a semester is quickly coming to an end. The last day of classes is tomorrow and on Thursday I will be traveling to Salt Lake City, Utah, with junior and senior graphic design students for an AIGA…

Life in Lyman | Sick Day

The rosy cheeks started last night with feelings of illness following shortly. After a long night, our second daughter missed a day of school and slept on the couch all day long. Now a cough has started and we are…

Life in Lyman | Stripie’s Stash

“We are going to have baby chicks! Stripie is sitting on 14 eggs!” The two youngest girls are so excited to find that Stripie has been brooding a clutch of small speckled eggs. Who knows if they will hatch, but…

Mice Can Fly

Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch . . . I tried to ignore it but discovered that ignoring it wouldn’t make the reality of a mouse in the bedroom go away. The lights went on. I quietly stalked the scratching creature, but…

Food, Fun and M&Ms

It was a great Halloween evening. We went to visit the grandparents with a flower, a polar bear, a fortune teller and something in a black sheet of fabric. There was lots of good soup and and conversation. We laughed…

Benjamin Bunny

He is all white with soft pink eyes but there is nothing “soft” about Benjamin Bunny. Inch long claws have carved scars into the flesh of several family members. I use to laugh at the killer rabbit in Monty Python…

Orphan Anne

“I’m an orphan!” my youngest said to her friend proudly. “No your not!” “Yes I am! My mom and dad said so!”

Life in Lyman: Lost & Found

We just stopped at my parents for a minute to pick up 2 children. Surely Pria would be OK in the front yard. As we planned to leave we called for her and she didn’t come. Then we heard the…

Life in Lyman: Sit

After 10 years the rope finally breaks and our swing, is now a sit. I am so glad it didn’t involve a visit to the emergency room. This is how it went down. Dad! Dad! We get a new swing.…

Life in Lyman: Not Math

Bad grades in Algebra. How can that be? It can be because she reads all day. We had to ground her from books. It still didn’t work she kept reading in class. So Brenda set the plan into action. She…

Life in Lyman: Scattered Sunshine

As we left for our doctor’s appointment/wedding/family reunion last week I locked the front door and walked past our front flower bed on the way to the car. We have been getting compliments since the flowers started to bloom. I…

Life in Lyman: Kids

Goats can climb trees. I’ve heard about it, but now I’ve seen it. It makes sense, they climb mountains. Well, goats also like more than anything else, the one thing that is just out of reach. They climb and strain and struggle when…

Life in Lyman: Mt Everest

When everyone comes home from camping trips they bring a mountain of work with them. I never knew we had so many clothes. I helped fold and fold and fold. Just when I thought we were making progress another mountain…

Life in Lyman: Chicken Hypnotism

It’s not dead, just hypnotized. I can’t believe it myself. All it takes is a chicken, the ground, and a stick. Gently lay the chicken down on the ground. Draw an arch in the dirt around the head of the…

Life in Lyman: Parrot Piñata

Two days before Halloween and the costumes are done. The kids wanted to be parrots and Brenda sewed long strips of material onto a sweatshirt to simulate feathers. The kids loved them and wore them all around the house. They…

Life in Lyman: Drawing Dragons

My 12-year-old likes to draw dragons. Here is her favorite, Flower. Flower, is a nature dragon that breathes flowers.  After seeing the drawing, Brenda said she wishes that when she opens her mouth that flowers would come out, but that…

Life in Lyman: Pretty in Pink

“What if everything in the world were pink?” said my five-year-old, Charlotte. “The Flowers, and grass, and trees, and clouds. Would you like that mom?” “No.” said Brenda.“Oh yeah,” she said, “Then boys wouldn’t like it.” I agree. As a…

Life in Lyman: Going Postal

What was the postman thinking when he postmarked this? Postal and pretty uptight that someone might try to use a lightly postmarked stamp. It should be obvious that there was postage on this. I can’t believe they would send it…

Life in Lyman: Toothless Fairy

Tooth number three came out yesterday morning. She is so excited about losing teeth that she really worked on this one and it still had a pretty good root attached. Now, you know the drill. Under the pillow, money in the…

Life in Lyman: Eden

I think we live in the children’s Garden of Eden. Every day there is something new to discover and scare your little sister with. My oldest daughter caught a snake today. It spent half an hour in a jar and produced…

Life in Lyman: Fish Farming

Brenda was talking to the neighbor and he mentioned that he was stocking his pond (aka gravel pit) with fish and wondered if she wanted to buy some fish and fish food. And just like that, we are fish farmers.…

Life in Lyman: Click-ity-Click-ity-Click-ity

We have a great new neighbor. They moved in almost a year ago and remodeled an old shop into a dance studio and started teaching clogging lessons. It has been wonderful for all of the children. A big concert was…

Life in Lyman: Time Flies

Time flies, but should it? I guess that it depends on if it is made of gold, is connected to a chain, and is flying around your head. SMACK! right in the middle of her forehead. She didn’t cry as…

Life in Lyman: Whiteout

It rained, it poured and I found out that goats can scream. I thought that they usually made a fair amount of noise but they can make more. I was in the house and heard them. Whiteout was on a…

Life in Lyman: Flax

In “Life in Lyman” I choose flax as our national flower. Every day, fresh in the morning, the flax is in bloom dripping with dew. During the day the wind removes the petals and the sun bleaches the few that remain white.…

Life in Lyman: I Love You

School is over and summer vacation started with a bang. No one really got hurt just a lot of mean words, even from me which won’t even remotely surprise some of you. We have a funny way of telling people…

Life in Lyman: Rooster Prayer

The prayer of a five-year-old I’m thankful for that we need to be nice to each other and help one another. Please bless the roosters so that when we eat them we won’t get sick. Charlotte Anne The chickens came…

Life in Lyman: e-i-e-i-o

My wife Brenda has a farm e-i-e-i-o On her farm she has 10 chickens e-i-e-i-o One dog here and one goat there here a goat there a goat everywhere a drop of goat My wife Brenda has a farm e-i-e-i-o

Life in Lyman: Boing-1019-Boing-1020!

After owning the pogo stick with his sisters for one day, the Boings totaled One thousand twenty non-stop, in a row, without stopping, Boings! I wonder what the record will be at the end of the summer.

Life in Lyman: Ginger’s Udder End

There were attempts to milk Ginger. While I would have nothing to do with it, it was an interesting adventure for the three days that it happened. Day one: 1/2 cup milk, stepped in – we fed it to Whiteout. …

Life in Lyman: Ginger

Ginger is our second goat. She is a Nigerian Dwarf and she likes to climb trees which can be dangerous if you are on a leash and fall out of the tree. Don’t worry, she is OK.  She is not…

Life in Lyman: Not at My House

“I don’t want “meat” rabbits at my house! Who would kill them? Would you kill them?” I asked my five-year-old daughter. “No.” she said. “I would take them to a slaughter house.” said my wife. “Oh, that is someone that…

Life in Lyman: Snip

My youngest daughter likes to cut hair. She use to scalp her sister’s stuffed animals, but that ended in weeping, whaling, and gnashing of teeth. It really was very traumatic. Her first “real” self-inflicted haircut resulted in her long golden curls…

Life in Lyman: The Incident

I had a meeting in town, some lab work at the hospital, and a quick lunch on the way home. Upon arriving home I found the TV & Hammer on the front porch with a note saying, “ReBirthday Gift.” I…

Life in Lyman: ReBirthday

It is my first-year rebirthday and it is a good and happy day for my family and a sad day for another family. One year ago a family lost a good man. I don’t know much about him, but I know…

Life in Lyman: Lilacs

Lilacs always remind me of Memorial Day. I have little recollection of visiting any graves on a regular basis until after I was married. My wife’s family would meet at her Grandma Lovell’s home, pick lilacs, and go to the…