Esther P. Meets the Whirling Dirvish

My sister Joyce came up this weekend to help me paint. I have a ton to do and it's an overwhelming task when I can only do it at night when both of the kids are asleep. So here is a dramatization of what happened:

There it was.... that knock again. Esther caught her breath. Could it be? Was it really her.... "The Whirling Dirvish?" I must be, who else would be here at this time of day? and that knock. It was a reasuring, steady kind of knock. She strode anxiously to the door and pulled it open.
There, standing on the step with a smile on her face, was the great one herself. The Whirling Dirvish. (whom we will hereafter referred to as Dirv.)
With a happy little yelp, Esther welcomed her in smiling and happy she observed her visitor's obviously thinning frame and. Her smile slightly dimmed as she reflected that this amazingly active person had recently confessed to a less than adequate diet of late. A lack of funds being the culprit to her misfortune. Esther resolved to feed her as best she could while Dirv was there.
"We must do our best to plump this girl up!" She thought, and immediately began to plan a menu for the weekend worthy of a Whirling Dirv. Out loud she exclaimed:
"I'm so glad you came! We are going to have such fun!" They embraced and immediately began to catch up. Esther beamed over her two rambunctious children as Dirv played happily with them. Clare had immediately warmed up to her Aunt and was explaining that she had a number of pretty dresses in her closet and that princesses were some of her favorite things. Suddenly Esther exclaimed "We need to go! We have a volleyball match in a half hour!"
Immediately the Dirv kicked into action, getting the children ready while Esther prepared herself physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually for the big game. After all, the LDS Regional Volleyball loser's bracket title was at stake and she did not want to be responsible for the fall of the Tremonton South Stake team.
Once all was ready, they had only to wait for the return of Esther's handsome and dashing husband, David. In he walked, looking tired yet hunky and immediately busied himself changing clothes and shoes so that they could kick some serious butt in their volleyball game.
The church cultural hall was all abuzz as teams prepared themselves to have a spiritual yet good and competitive time. The Dirv again stepped up to the challenge and began chasing down an active Clare while holding Hyrum in her arms. David and Esther began their game. It was a hard and gruelling task. David bumped and set and spiked the ball while Esther, with the rest of the team cheered him on. Yet, in the end, all of his efforts were not enough and the South Tremonton Stake succombed to the superior skills of the other team. Perhaps next year they will claim the championship and the really nifty t-shirts that the winners get.

David, Esther, and The Dirv retreated back home tired and sober to lick their wounds and prepare for the day ahead. The next day, Saturday, loomed bright and clear. A promise of the productive day it would be.
"Well!" Said The Dirv. "Where are we going to start?"
Esther thought for a moment then said. "Well, I would like to get the family room downstairs painted and just a few other things."
Enough said. The Dirv lept into action. First filling holes in the green room and then cleaning it. She then moved to the kitchen light fixture where she scrubbed fan blades, cleaned bulbs, and those bulb cover thingies that are decorative. (sorry, the real name escapes me at the moment.)
After that task was complete she primed the family room walls, ate lunch while that dried, and then began the arduous task of painting. After one coat was done they retired to the back yard where they started a bon fire in their newly acquired fire pit. As they relaxed and sang by the fire, they roasted hot dogs and drank hot chocolate.
Soon it was time for the children to go to bed, and after tucking the little ones in. The Dirv began her tireless efforts once again. She and Esther put a second coat on the family room, singing Christmas carols and Primary songs while they worked. Finally, it was done. Both girls sat in the room and gaped at the awe inspiring change which had taken place by a simple coat of paint. Tears came to their eyes and the looked at each other, lips trembling. They didn't have to say anything, they both knew what the other was thinking......"If only we could get rid of this gosh-awefull ugly carpet, then it would look really good!"
Sunday, as always in the Palmer household was busy, yet it didn't seem so crazy, with the Dirvish their. It was time for her to go. After dinner, they saddly watched her pack her things and get ready to depart. They would miss their Whirling Dirvish, yet, in their hearts they knew they would meet again. Perhaps another time, in that big family room in Crane, Oregon.
We will always be gratefully for the hard work and tireless efforts of the Whirling Dirvish and dedicate this story.....To her.