Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Yesterday, I took a half day. Teresa helped me work on my office present project. Which means she did most of the work. I had some marine colored stones that people put in flower vases, rub-ons and Crystal Effects (for the glue) from Stampin’Up, and little magnets. I had previously learned that I am not very good with rub-ons. Lucky for me, Teresa is. She put the pretties on the stones and I glued everything together. I look forward to giving the new in-out magnets to my co-workers when everyone gets back after New Years.
Today I am working a full day and Teresa is going to go visiting. David might go with her or, if the roof is dry enough, he might work on my TV reception. Tonight, I think everyone is planning on going to Ruth’s after dinner. The sisters want us to take our Wii.
Tomorrow I will work a half day again. Then it's New Years and the Graduation Celebration on the 2nd.
And then David and Teresa go back to SLO. Teresa to finish her last quarter and David to work on finding a job. He needs a job for while she finishes school. And he needs to start his career. It would be nice, but is not highly likely that they will be one and the same. Job hunting can be tough, especially lately. Keep him in your prayers.
We (David, Teresa, Joseph, Benjamin and I) had a fairly leisurely Christmas morning opening the gifts under the tree. Some of us ate Shredded Wheat cereal because the shredded wheat looks a little like a bale of hay - hay > manger > you get it. The guys were thrilled with the ties and us gals with the glittery scarves (Teresa’s gold - Cal Poly, mine white - I plan to keep the gold one I had previously bought to use at the up coming Graduation Celebration) we found in their stockings (which I have on good authority elves found at the 99cent store - I am beginning to really like that place). I accidently gave Joseph the same book twice, having bought one for him and one for David, but forgetting which one I had wrapped the first one for when I wrapped the second. We got that straightened out. What book? The Mormon Way of Doing Business: How Eight Western Boys Reached the Top of Corporate America by Jeff Benedict . I read a little bit before wrapping and look forward to borrowing the book from one of them.
Anna got a new rope tug toy. Within minutes she chewed off the comfy rubber handle. She loves it, frequently bringing it to us to play with and even taking it to bed with her sometimes.
Around 11 we went to Ruth’s where everyone was gathering for more gift opening, especially the highly anticipated gift exchanges between the siblings, most especially the homemade gift exchange which also includes Acadia, the oldest grandchild. Wow. She drew Benjamin and made him a beautiful wood pen (with the help of a nice woodcrafting neighbor) She also included a DVD of her making the pen. Awesome. Joseph was sent on a treasure hunt all through the house to eventually find the cat tree that Ryan made him. Benjamin made Miriam A Cookie of the Month calendar with pictures and recipes of the cookies he will make her each month for a year. Joseph gave Teresa charming pictures of a little frog and a shore bird which he shot, printed and framed. This is embarrassing. I do not remember all the home made gifts right now, but I do remember that each one was greeted with cries of delight and admiration.
We opened gifts for an hour or so, then Andrew called with his contact information. I called him back and we took a gift opening break while we passed the phone around for just short of two hours. http://madman7o8.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html People snacked, enjoyed their already opened gifts, and visited. After the call, we went back to opening gifts. Which helped me not get the after phone call let down I sometimes feel. It is not that we get so many gifts, but there are a lot of us and we open each gift one at a time with everyone looking on. After the recipient has a moment or two to look at his/her gift, (s)he gets up and chooses the next gift to hand out. Most of us enjoy this relishing of the gift opening. Someone whose name starts with T gets a little tired of it. He kept saying, “It’s going to be dark soon.” I was wondering if, for some reason we could not open gifts after dark. We did, however, finish opening before darkness fell.
Then we made pizza. Ruth didn’t have any tomato sauce, so we made white sauce pizzas which were quite good. I think the favorite, certainly mine, was ground beef, spinach, and olives. OK, I confess, I didn’t even try the pepperoni or the ground beef with pineapple because I already knew which one I would like the best.
I don’t even remember how we spent the evening, except again, Joseph and I went home at a semi-decent time to see to the pets and get some rest while the others stayed up late.
Christmas is not all about presents, but presents are fun and I got some great gifts! Acadia gave me some nice rubber stamps. Sariah (et al) gave me a great knife set with block. Sharp knives and lots of them! And a nice photo wheel loaded with pictures of their family. David and Teresa are trying to fix my TV reception. (weather permitting) Miriam gave everyone a mug with homemade candy. She also gave me a lovely Nativity. Debi, who recently took up jewelry making, made me a pretty ornament. Joseph and Benjamin gave me the bicycle which simply amazes me. The planning, time and expense! So sweet! I may be forgetting some things.
Joseph had been checking on-line and making phone calls, and we had been going to Office Depot in pursuit of some elusive thing. The day after Christmas we tried the Office Depot out by Costco where I bought pork roast for Sunday, but forgot to get gas. Then he confirmed and got reserved his quarry in Folsom. Out we drove. In he went. When he came back, successful, he told me it was for me. He bought me a Nextstar GPS to replace the Magellan that was stolen when my car was broken into. So cool. He started looking at it as we headed for home. Soon he said that he was starting to want one. Well, it was the last day they were on sale and it had been hard to find, so we turned around and went back just before the store closed. It is supposed to be good for car, bike and pedestrians (although it shows a shorter, but not really bike friendly route to my office.) You can choose from 4 voices. Right now, it’s Amy.
oops! Work Time!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
It is a really nice bike. A Trek, same brand as the one Joseph’s office surprised him with. They put a nice cushy seat on it. We need to get my rack for my bike bag transferred on to it and a kick stand. Maybe adjust the handlebars a smidge. We will probably take it to the bike shop for adjustments Friday.
I am eager to ride it to work, but a little concerned about leaving my nice bike in front of the building, even though I do use both a U lock and a cable lock. Maybe I will reconsider renting space in the cage in the parking garage across the street. I have been reluctant to do so because, 1) I am afraid of parking garages - this one was dark and scary when I visited it on lunch break, 2) it will had a few minutes to my commute time, locking and unlocking the cage, still locking my bike, and a bit of an extra walk to the building, and 3) (but not really) I am incredibly cheap and this will cost a couple of dollars a month. Going down into the garage at 5 or 5:30 on a dark winter evening is daunting to me. When I go out to the bike racks in front of the building in the evening, there are more lights than in the garage and either lots of other workers coming out or, if it is later, a security guard. But this is such a nice bike, I don’t want anything to happen to it. Must think about it.
We enjoyed visiting. When it was time for the children to go to bed, there was a general migration to the Hinds home for some kind of fun. Joseph and I came home to finish up our last bit of wrapping and help Santa with his deliveries. His reindeer had just pulled away when David, Teresa and Benjamin came home.
David and Teresa scored. Santa gave them each a stocking for being my children in my house and another stocking for being married to each other. The DT elves also added to the candy that the home elves put in our stockings.
When David and Teresa arrived sometime arrived midnight Wednesday, Benjamin and Teresa stayed up into the wee morning hours working on the puzzle. While I was taking Joseph to work the next morning and doing some stocking stuffing shopping ( I got some good stuffers at the 99cent store including a green and gold Mustang Matchbox Car for David - green and gold are Cal Poly colors and the mustang (equine) is their mascot), they finished up the puzzle - double locking the door to keep me from spoiling their surprise. Benjamin now understands why so many people glue and frame their jig saw puzzles. He does not want all that hard work undone and put back in the box for next year.
It is a pretty puzzle. Some people think of Santa at the manger as the world bowing before Christ, kind of in a judgmental down on Santa and the commercialism of Christmas kind of way. I think of it as one selfless giver of love worshiping and recognizing the Savior, the font of all love. Personally, I think Christ probably likes Santa and what he represents to many of us.
I think Santa represents love, thinking of others, and caring especially for children. It is true I sometimes wonder why he brings more to rich children and that I never quite liked the idea of this fellow taking credit for parents' sometimes great sacrifice, but in our house, Santa was always fairly low key and brought things for the family to enjoy together. Lots of movies over the years! (Oh, Santa, what we need is more shelves for the movies.) This year he brought only one movie, "Up" which I hear is great, but haven't had time to watch yet. He also brought Super Mario (or something like that) for the Wii. Very popular. And a Presidential cookie recipe book.
One most striking message during an excellent Sacrament Meeting. High Councilman Daniel Hunt told of a conversation he had with a Christian friend who believes that we are saved by grace. He asked why, if our actions do not affect our salvation, why does his friend obey the commandments so righteously. His friend, astonished at such a question, answered, “Because I love Him and He asked me to.” Profoundly beautiful. Or maybe beautifully profound. Brother Hunt pointed out that if we obey from fear of punishment or hope of reward, we are more prone to see how little we can get away with, but if we obey out of love, we will not want to fudge or take any short cuts, we will want to obey as completely as possible to show our love. Doesn’t that just make you want to cry? Deep and true.
We are signed up to feed the missionaries tonight. The guys and I decided that it would be a good time to use a Big can of tomato sauce we inherited from Troop 40. We would have spaghetti. We invited your siblings. They were interested in coming for dinner, but Ruth said
spaghetti makes her sick and requested pork roast or chicken. Saturday, I went to Costco and bought pork roast. That night, just before DT&B went over to play at Ruth's (9:30), the elders called and asked to eat at 7 (or is it 7:30?). Of course, we said yes. I sent word to the sibs via the party people, thinking that they would decide not to come after all. This morning I was taking it a little easier, thinking spaghetti at 7 when I finally thought to make sure the message was delivered. It was, but the response was that they would be here for pork roast at 5. Now I am serving dinner twice! Our Home Teacher, Bro. Hall, said the missionaries did the same thing to them. As Halls also have little children who go to bed about then, the missionaries had to eat alone. David, who scrubbed up a dozen spuds, said if any of the 5 o'clock people want seconds, they have to wait and eat with the missionaries.
........ later....... As we prepared the pork roast dinner for 5pm, I wondered if “the kids” (how old do you have to be before you stop being “the kids” to your parents?) were really coming. David assured me they were and they did. Every heartily enjoyed the dinner. The young ladies retired to the front room to play Phase 10. I understand there was some sort of grudge or revenge match going on. The fellas and the younguns went to the family room to play with the Wii. Santa had brought the new old Mario game that 4 people can play at a time either cooperatively or competitively.
In due course the missionaries arrived. They may have enjoyed their dinner as well, but not with the raptures of my earlier guests. At least one of my daughters really likes pork roast, but for some reason doesn’t make it. After the missionaries had dinner, we all had ice cream with cookies that Teresa had made.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Although in many ways my testimony is weak, and my living of it much weaker, it is the most precious thing I have and the gift I wish to share with you.
I believe in God. The wonderful beauty, variety, and forces of the earth testify to me daily. The changing seasons. The miracle of life. I believe in our Creator and the Father of our Spirits. Sometimes a simple moment brings a rush of joy that testifies that God is - the look of the sky, a child's smile, the flight of birds. I see greatness in people in grand deeds of courage or in the goodness and courage of daily living and I know they are His children and of wonderful potential. Sometimes I really believe as well as know that even I am His child. On occasions, I have felt His love for me and been amazed.
I believe in Jesus Christ, the Savior of the World. At Christmas time we all think about the little baby in the manger. I am awed and amazed that the Creator of Worlds would come to earth as a helpless baby and live so humbly. I think of His life and teachings, so simple, so profound. I can hardly believe that He went to Gethsemane and the cross because he cares so much for each of us - for me! I can hardly to bear to imagine even part of what He suffered in body, mind, and spirit. I know I do not live nearly worthy of that love and sacrifice. But, I keep trying to do a little better. I know that He was resurrected, that He lives. I know that He has saved us from death and will save us from our sins, if we let Him.
I am amazed at my great good fortune to have been raised in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I hope and believe that had I not been so blessed that I would have found and accepted the Gospel. Fear that I might not have, makes me so grateful that Mom did and gave it to us. I believe, no, I really KNOW the church is true. In the gospel of Jesus Christ, restored through prophets and brought to us through the church, is the answer to every problem and question, if we will only learn to be humble and accept them. I am so grateful to live in a time of prophets. Their words delivered to my mailbox every month through the church magazines. The opportunity to sit at their feet and hear the prophet's voice twice every year at General Conference. Such incredible, unbelievable blessings!
I am grateful for the scriptures, though I have not yet learned to truly be at home with them as I ought. Do you realize that for centuries, they were just not available to people?! What scriptures that were on the earth, were available to only an elect few, who dispensed what pearls they chose among the masses. We have so many copies of scripture in our home! More than one per person. What a tremendous blessing! I am grateful that the Lord asks us to come to him about anything and everything. I love the verses in Alma 34:17-27 in the Book of Mormon that urge us to pray at all the times of the day and all the places we may be and all our endeavors and concerns. I am dumbfounded at my own hesitation to accept His wonderful invitation and command. I know that the Lord hears and answers honest prayers. I know He wants us to be open with Him. I know that we are safe with Him. I know that we can pray about every little thing and that despite world concerns, He listens, cares and answers. I like to think of a prophet's wife who said she never put a loaf of bread in the oven or bought a pair of shoes without a prayer. When I grow up, I will be like that.
I am thankful that the Lord let me live in modern times. I love the blessings of plumbing!!, hot water, and electricity. I love the postal service, the telephone, the computer to help shorten the distance between loved ones and bring a world of wonder and information into our homes. I am grateful for modern transportation and good roads. I like the comforts of modern living that are unimagined, impossible luxuries compared to the way most of humanity has lived and far too many still live. I am grateful the Lord lets me live in such comfort. Even more, I am grateful that when family members are separated by distance, we need not be cut off from each other. I so miss my children who are not close by! How grateful I am for frequent contact! What a great lesson it is too, of the love and home with Heavenly Father that misses us and wants us to talk to Him and to prepare to come back. I love my country and am so grateful to be American. I know that God inspired the foundation of this country. I am thankful for the great men who served as His instruments in founding, preserving and leading the United States of America. This land is so rich and beautiful. So diverse and wonderful. Physically and culturally so rich. We enjoy such freedom, such opportunity, such peace that comes from a strong nation with the rights of the people rigidly safeguarded. I realize as much as about anybody that the country and its people are far from perfect, but oh, they are wonderful, and there is or will be none greater, until the King of Kings establishes His perfect government. I am so grateful for those who have and do protect our country, its people and its freedoms. The Armed Forces, especially, but also the police, and firemen, doctors, true statesmen, and all those who choose lives of service and sacrifice. Who face dragons for it and us.
I am so grateful for my children. Besides my testimony, there is nothing more precious than they. I am so humble and thankful that the Lord loved me and trusted me enough to send them to me. I have been blessed with children beautiful inside and out. I enjoy their similarities and their differences. I am so pleased with their choices and the good lives they live. I enjoy being with them. Being with them in person or in spirit makes me feel rich. I am unbelievably blessed. I am thankful for so many friends, relatives, leaders and teachers, most especially in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, who have and continue to help me raise my children. I am delighted and grateful for my "children"who have married into our family. Such wonderful people. Good, faithful, loving, kind, patient, fun. (and they're cute, too) I hope and pray that my other children will be as blessed in their choices and that we will all fit together as well.
I am grateful that throughout my life, I have been blessed with truly good friends. People who have loved and accepted me despite my many failings, and yet who also uplift me and make me want to be a better person. I am grateful for people I can trust, laugh with, cry with. That some of my best friends are family is indeed a rich double blessing.
Despite the evil and trouble in the world and personal difficulties, I know that God lives and loves us and that if we will trust Him, all will be well when it really counts. I give you my testimony with my love. In the name of our Savior, Jesus Christ, Amen.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Writing from SLO
Thursday I was scheduled at the BloodSource, but my pulse was too high and I was deferred. I think in addition to hurrying from work, the worry about getting ready for the SLO trip had me pretty stressed. I
didn't really mind being deferred. I considered returning to work for an hour and a half, but decided against it.
After a bit of trying to get things done at home, I took a break to join the Single Adult service project wrapping gifts for Christmas Promise. I met a couple of Miriam's friends. It was my first Single Adult activity. I don't expect to do many. I really don't have time, energy, or much interest. I am not "looking".
We left home about 11 Friday morning, stopping at Costco for gas and Winco for snacking food (both of which were on the way, anyway) before truly hitting the road. It was raining pretty much all the way. We went straight to Costco SLO to replenish the gas (32 mpg) and buy pizza to take to D&T's.
After eating, we helped a little with party preparations. Teresa had done tremendous amount of work. Friday night we helped make little chocolate graduation hats. She put Giradeli squares on top of truffles. And a little dot of frosting on top. Sounds simple They looked great! Everyone was very impressed.
Debi and Miriam stayed in Sacramento for parties Friday night and drove to SLO together Saturday morning. Debi's party was a Harry Potter themed birthday party (for a 25 year old). Debi went as a
Death Eater. She had thought about being a Patronus, but that was too much work. She drew a Death Mark on her arm. She had a little trouble getting it the way she wanted it and rubbed part of her arm raw 'erasing'. Ouch!! One little boy at the party told her she was V's wife and expecting V 's baby. Who, of course, would be evil so he (the little boy) would have to kill it, but he wouldn't kill a baby, so he'll wait until it grows up a little. Apparently, Debi herself was not evil. (such is her charm) As they got on the freeway, Miriam & Debi saw a guy spin out and get stuck in the mud. They stopped and helped him get his car out.
Aren't you proud of them?! They knew it wasn't a trap because they saw it happen.
Dad made a day trip to come to the Graduation, helped a little with party prep, and came to the party for a while before driving back. It's a good 5 hours each way, so he put in some effort to be there.
It poured rain on and off - mostly on - all day Saturday. D&T dropped Dad off as close to the ceremony as they could, then the rest of us drove to the Institute for free parking. We had left the house
during a bit of nice weather so I left my rain jacket in my car. (We drove over in DT's &; Miriam's cars.) We scurried through pouring rain on sidewalks like streams as David directed as across campus, ducking in and out of buildings. Apparently Cal Poly has no security worries!
We sat in the risers. Teresa directed Dad to her Dad, step-mom, &; sister Amy who sat on the main floor. Just a note - you can see better from the risers.
The ceremony moved along fairly quickly. They held 3 ceremonies in that gym (the Mustang Maniac's Asylum). As we were leaving, announcers were urging us to move along quickly as another ceremony
began in 40 minutes! I think we were seated 40 minutes before our ceremony.
I liked that the speakers talked about qualities of character, service and life-long learning. Good speeches.
Of course, I was a bit teary watching all the graduates come in. When ours were up for their presentation, I was concentrating on trying (without great success) to get pictures with Teresa's camera. Poor Teresa! She was wearing cute, strappy sandal-like heels. Halfway through the ceremony the heel broke almost totally off one shoe and she had to walk across the stage like that. When we got to the cookie and punch reception area, she threw away her shoes. Most of us repeated the splash dash back to the cars and David drove back for Dad, Teresa, and Debi (who stayed 'to keep Teresa company').
We had about an hour to get set up for the party. D&T had originally hoped to have a BBQ party in the yard. Fortunately, when they asked the landlord for permission, those nice people said they would have the house available in case of bad weather. Teresa put on quite a spread! I don't know if I will be able to equal it for the Sacramento Graduation Celebration Jan 2. Taquitos, mini tacos, empanadas, egg rolls, 7 layer dip & chips, the chocolate graduates, chocolate mints wrapped in green & gold (Cal Poly colors), peanuts, veggies, I don't know if I am remembering everything - and pineapple juice mixed with bubblies for a yellow-gold punch. It was all impressive and delicious.
Continuing Monday, December 14, 2009 in Sacramento
Sunday we only went to Sacrament Meeting. Worse, we, and By that I mean mostly your sisters, convinced Teresa to cut out as well. (David was providing two-deep in Primary.) I made sandwiches and rested. The girls looked at Debi's Klutz Learn to Crochet book. Teresa went back to church for choir. We headed for home. Although we had not planned it ahead of time, our car and the girls followed each other all the way to Consumnes &Power Inn. That was fun.
When we started, the weather was partly sunny. We drove through sunshine and showers, more showers, and torrential rain. It eased up again s bit as we got to Sacramento. We found the house still standing and the animals all alive. Anna had had an accident in the kitchen and Atilla had pooped in Joseph's room. Probably AFTER Matt Welge had been over to take of Anna in the morning - and clean up some cocoa Anna had gotten into.
Today we did some but not nearly all of our Saturday chores. Do we EVER do them all? We also went to see Whales and Dolphins in 3D at the Imax theater. Tonight we watched Star Trek which Joseph had rented at a Red Box while shopping at Raleys. Star Trek was the more enjoyable.
But we stayed up too late! Good night!
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Thursday, December 10, 2009
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Sir Winston Churchill (1874 - 1965)
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
I tend to leave you quite alone.
But you’ve been kind and you’ve been good.
Uplifted me as good friends should.
I hoped to write and send a card,
But resource management is hard.
You certainly deserve much better,
But this, my friends, is my Christmas letter.
Many people have enriched my lfe and dwell forever in my heart. I have been blessed by so many friends that I cannot manage the time or postage to send you all letters and cards as I would like!
2009 was fine. Despite many months of worry and uncertainty, neither I nor my state worker children lost our jobs. (yet?) Although, we took almost a 15% pay cut in the form of Furlough Fridays, I think I benefit more from the time gained than I am hurt by the money lost- even though we do feel it. I never have quite enough of either! Does anyone?
I continue unambitiously, but happily to work for California State Parks. My boss is great, my co-workers pleasant, my job within my ability, and my office within biking distance and right off light rail convienient for non-biking days. Buried in an office building , I can at least day-dream about the wonderful parks whose utility bills I process.
I would love to visit most of our State Parks and did visit a few this year. In January, it was Natural Bridges State Park where Monarch Butterflies winter in a sheltered little gulch. We camped a long weekend in September at MacKerricher, long one of my favorite places. On Halloween, we took two grandkids trick-or-treating in mid-town including a visit to Sutter’s Fort State Historic Park. Each park is a jewel.
Speaking of jewels, I am inordinately blessed in my children! You want to know where they are? -
Sariah, husband Ryan, and beautiful daughters, Acadia and Aurora, enjoy living in Vancouver, WA
David and his wife Teresa are graduating from Cal Poly (!) in San Luis Obsipo and getting ready to begin life after university.
The rest (save one) are (lucky for me!) in the greater Sacramento area.
Miriam works for California Department of Corrections, shares a house with friends, and seems to busy with friends and church activities
Debi shares her house with Chloe, her Great Dane. They often have friends over for dinner. (No, not for Chloe's dinner!) She (Debi, not Chloe) is a valuable asset of The Lyle Company, a leading solutions partner of the wireless industry.
I have missed having Ruth and Tom and their family “almost next door” since they moved this year. The good news is that they are now in a bigger house (near Debi) and soon their family will be bigger, too. Esther and Jared are expecting a little sibling late next July!
Joseph works for the Department of Consumer Affairs, Bureau of Automotive Repair. Lucky for me, he is living at home. I rely on his technical expertise, as well as enjoy his company.
Andrew (the save one) is serving enthusiastically in the Canada Winnipeg Mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. His weekly emails home are posted at http://madman7o8.blogspot.com/
Benjamin is a high school senior! ( I am getting old) He is a major force in sorting and organizing our home. He almost single-handedly unburied the family room and continues making and inspiring small improvements. He is nice to have around, both for his helpfulness and his companionship.
My life is blessed. I am so thankful for all that God has given me, especially a testimony of His love and wisdom and of his son, Jesus Christ, whose birth we celebrate.
Thank you for your influence in my life. May God bless you this Christmas season and throughout the coming year with love, joy, and peace.
it's Sunday again! and, again, no letter writing during choir time. First off we were late, but mainly I was meeting with the young & beautiful old building scheduler because I am the old and homely new building scheduler.
Oh, the rules! Personal/family events (except funerals and weddings) can be bumped by almost anything else. Stake trumps Ward. Never schedule the Primary room any time, any day. It must always be available for baptisms. Tuesday belongs to one ward's youth, Wednesdays to the other's. First Fridays belong to Young Single Adults. Second Fridays to Single Adults. Or maybe the other way around, but never schedule anyone else anywhere in the building those days. Don't schedule anyone on Saturday morning 9-10 am – cleaning time. Except on the second Saturday when cleaning time is 10:30-1 even though Stake baptisms are 2nd Saturday's at 10. Usually different activities may be held in different areas of the building at the same time, but not during Stake baptisms, funerals or weddings. I do not handle access or security and I do not loan out chairs and so forth. This may not be quite as simple as I anticipated.
We put up a curtain rod between the dining room and family room and hung up sheets. Now we can have the heater on low in the family room, keep it comfortable for the bird (and people), and not lose (much) heat. I was thinking we could have the kitchen/garage door partly open while we are at David & Teresa's graduation ceremony, but with the weather we're having lately, that won't work maybe even if we got actual curtains which isn't likely soon. Maybe if I did the same thing with the space between the kitchen and the dining room? – Probably we will borrow Debi’s doggie gate and block Anna from the hallway and bedrooms. We can put the cat food and cat boxes in that area. If the cats do get outside, they can get into the garage through their secret under the house passage, so we will have supplies there, too.
It is supposed to SNOW HERE tomorrow. During the early morning. Snow fall and accumulate according to the forecast. Benjamin says he wants to walk to Seminary so he can tell his children that he walked to Seminary in the snow. But he wants me to pick him up. I would like to either stay in bed all day or snuggle by the fireplace, but I suppose I will go to work. Sigh
Will he really get up early and walk to Seminary? Who knows? He is at least slightly crazy.
Tuesday December 8
Benjamin did not walk to Seminary Monday. He woke up at 4am and a couple of times after that to check the weather. Rain, no snow. Not quite the same appeal. So I drove him, which turned out to be a good thing! Google maps said it would take about an hour and ten minutes to walk. He would have given himself an extra 20-30 minutes. We arrived at the church to find the teachers out in the parking lot. The code box had re-set itself and did not recognize their codes. Brother Beutler came to take care of it, but Seminary was half over by then and several students had left - including Bro. Beutler's daughter who did know he was coming.
We actually got home soon enough that I could have ridden my bike. But I didn't. Light Rail arrived on time. No seat, but not too crowded. (one of the riders asked about you – no one either of us ‘knows,’ just someone who rides the same train) Things were looking good. Not for long. The driver began making announcements we could not hear. The train sat and waited several minutes at 65th and again at a couple of other stops. At 29th and R or S, it was "Everybody off!". RT was sending buses. I have been through that - hundreds of people waiting and waiting for over-crowded buses. I walked in to 9th and N. I had thought I might pick up the Blue line at 16th, but there was a train stuck there. Both the Gold Line (from Folsom) and the Blue Line (from City College and points south) were out of service. – I found out later that co-workers on the Blue Line got ousted at Broadway. – Instead of being early to work, I was late, but only a few minutes. They had everything cleared up by mid-morning, so the home commute was fine.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
We never got any snow, but it’s been cold enough. Down in the 20’s overnight and highs struggling for the low 40’s. I suppose that sounds warm to Andrew now! Not to us. Benjamin and I have not been biking. Oh, well. It’s easier to do errands after work if I don’t have to go home to get the car. Monday, I had to gas the car and I looked (in vain) for curtain rods to block off the kitchen. I might get them another time, but no panic now as I am picking up Debi’s doggie gate tonight and will not have the garage door open.
Last night was the Relief Society Dinner. Women only. I guess they do that so single women don’t feel badly? Camellia City always allowed the sisters to have guests. (In my case whether they wanted to or not). The Young Men (including, Benjamin, of course) served. The sisters all thought they were wonderful. (of course. They were.) The program was an intermix of musical numbers and talks about service. The main speaker was a lady who runs Parker Family Resource Center under the auspices of the Sacramento Unified School District. They serve children through-out the district. The Relief Society collected toys for them for their Toys for Joy program and will be supporting them through various projects in 2010. Kathy Born (whose husband just received his endowments Saturday) talked about how her Visitng Teachers helped her through various health problems and surgery recoveries. Oh, her VT knew that she had had an heirloom pair of pearl earrings stolen and that she wished she had pearl earrings to wear to the temple as she had liked seeing them on other sisters and so her visiting teacher gave Becky her own earrings so she would have them when Jim was endowed. (She looked pretty happy in prayer circle. ) Sister Pesquera talked about helping Domingo’s family in the Philippines. Then Miriam called me and I left.
Now I am leaving you. Lunch break is over.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Thanks for your words of wisdom and caring.
Father of Five,
I have to laugh. When Catholics say "Saints" you mean individuals recognized by the church as exceptionally holy. When LDS say "Saints" we mean us. Not that we ARE exceptionally holy, but that we are supposedly striving to become such. In fact, you may or may not realize that the S in LDS is Saints. We are The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
We do not pray to anyone other than God. Some people think we worship Moroni and/or Joseph Smith. We don't. We just respect them a lot, among others. I have read brief accounts of the lives of some of the saints (Catholic definition) and truly admire them as well.
I did include my lost Touch in my regular prayers and a couple of extras, and I found it the next morning. I wondered if maybe the Lord thought I was spending too much time with it and needed a little wake up call.
Still on the Touch. Today was foggy and I didn't want my boy biking in it unnecessarily, so I waited at the church for his early morning religion class. After walking the dog around a couple of blocks, I let her loose in the back parking lot and started to organize my applications on my Touch. We got home quickly enough that I had the option of biking anyway or taking light rail. The fog was part of why I didn't want to bike, but really I wanted to keep 'working' on my Touch. Except I put it down at home and forgot to pick it up. Then the train was so crowded it was standing room only (not unusual) and so jerky that I was holding on with both hands to keep from falling on others. We were all getting to know each other pretty well! Anyway, unTouchable. Great discussion about sci-fi books between several of the passengers, however.
I am glad that you worked your way out of your rut. I am mostly out of mine, too. Aspects of course remain, but they are dealt with or put in the background and ignored. I know that I have a very blessed life.
Oops. Late for work! bye!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Here we go again:
My boss let me take off early yesterday because it was Benjamin’s birthday. Got outside and found my back tire was flat. Took it apart, could not find the leak, put it back, pumped it up and rode. This morning I found the leak, but not the cause which is worrisome, patched, pumped and rode. I wonder if I will have to pump before riding home tonight?
When I got to work yesterday, my iPod Touch was not in my purse. Not too alarmed, I expected to find it on my bed at home. Nope. Benjamin and I looked everywhere we could think of without success. I hadn’t been out and about with it at all between waking up and discovering it missing. Discouraging mystery. I was really sad and upset with myself. The mystery was solved when I found it this morning in my camel pack. ??? Glad to find it, but I don’t know why I put it there. That does not fit the usual pattern. Also, doesn’t still fit in the pity party, but it did yesterday.
I only had one small present for Benjamin. He calls it a puppet. It is a small wooden human model.
My ex dropped by unexpectedly. Oh well, unannounced saves us negative anticipation, right? Not exactly certain what his primary reason was. Joseph had emailed him a couple of weeks ago that he had mail at our house – probably junk, but we don’t know. Glen said that he was in the area getting a hair cut and thought he would see if we were home. He also told Ben Happy Birthday and asked him if he felt different now that he is 17. Also, he had left a Happy Birthday message on the answering machine for Benjamin. It was not a bad visit, but I do not desire his company.
Glen also told me about a neat present he is sending Andrew. Snap and use RE-USEABLE handwarmers! Very nice. They only last a couple of hours, but he is sending more than one pair. They get hard as they are used up, then you heat them in hot water and they liquefy and become useable again. Amazing. Great for Andrew! But now I feel bad. My ‘big gift’ was 40 pairs of regular single use handwarmers. They do last for several hours. But then they are done. Lame by comparison. At least Andrew, and probably his companion, will have warm hands. I also sent him a CD and a scarf. Oh the thrill of it all.
Continuing in the theme of ‘my ex continues to ruin my life and especially my future’ (my current life is pretty good except I don’t have enough time for it!) : I recently learned that my share of his retirement declines every year he continues to work. If he retires this year, I will get $1300 - $200 less than I get in spousal support (which will discontinue). On Benjamin’s next birthday, I naturally lose child support - $800. I have to figure out how to live on at least $1000/month less than I have now. Glen will retire, when he retires, at full pay which is currently nearly $6500/month. I earn little more than a third of what he makes. I have 2 years towards my retirement, so have to work into and possibly past my late. late 70s – if my health holds. That’s a long time. I could get promotions, but frankly, I am a little old and tired and don’t know how ambitious I can be. I don’t actually have an affinity for this accounting stuff and I do not want to go into management. I don’t think I will climb very far. If my health fails, let’s hope I die quickly, because I won’t have enough to live on even if there is no more inflation.
I have always said that my retirement plan is ‘I hope my children like me.’ I hoped that was a little joke, but it looks like my best hope. I am pretty sure that each of them (most of them?) would be willing to provide a corner and a crumb for a couple of months at a time. I am hoping to be able to cover my medical, and, I suppose, my bus trips between homes. I will have to give up all my things. My pets!!!! My nativity collection and my stamps – or I guess I can visit them as they are divided between the children. My books. Thank goodness for libraries! I hope I am not blind. I really hope I can have a laptop by then.
And what if I am not at all healthy? Will they be able/willing to pitch in enough for me to be in a decent old folks home?
Smart; funny; helpful; a self-starter; observant; trustworthy; kind to animals (even cats which he claims not to like), children, and his aged mother. He is prompt (almost to a fault); dependable; hard working; artistic; and knowledgeable about many things. He is faithful, an excellent student, a pleasant companion. Benjamin has been a major driving force and work horse in sorting and dejunking our house -he found the family room almost single handedly. Benjamin is a good cook, problem solver, hugger, among other things. Benjamin is a great guy. I think he will be a great man and a fantastic husband and father.
Anyone who knows him is probably thinking, “hey, you forgot to mention…”
And he’s cute, too.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Benjamin likes to tease me and say, "You know I'm a teenager and teenagers are supposed to......"
All I can say, is there would be lot fewer grey haired parents if more teenagers were like Benjamin.
Well, I was going to write about what a great guy he is, but instead, I am going to cut my break short, cut my work day short and go home and be with him.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Monday was a work day. One coworker came in after being off sick a
week, but was little better than the walking dead, another went home
with a sick stomach, a third reported that the hernia she had had
surgery for last year had popped, then disappeared for a doctor
appointment. She will have another surgery and be out at least a week.
That's all just in our little unit. Throughout the office people were
coughing, including me. In fact, as the afternoon approached quitting
time, my boss said, "Barbara, stay home tomorrow." I argued
with her a bit. If everyone with a cough stayed home the office would be empty. Who would do the revolving fund checks? This is the kind of boss I have. ‘Don’t worry about the checks. Worry about taking care of you.’
As it turned out, by Tuesday morning I agreed with her. Partly for selfish reasons. With my all my children getting together, I knew we were in for some late nights and I am not good at that when I am feeling my best. I needed to rest up! More importantly, one of my daughters has a compromised immune system, little grandchildren would be there, Thanksgiving Day we would have a guest with leukemia, so there were special needs not to be spreading bad germs besides not wanting to make anyone sick in general. I spent almost all of Tuesday in bed, mostly sleeping. It felt good. Even after all that sleeping I was still a little tired, but felt much better.
Good thing I slept. Tuesday was the beginning of family gathering. Sariah’s family had come down from Vancouver, WA Monday, stayed the night with Ryan’s folks and spent Tuesday with one of Sariah’s best friends before joining us - staying with the Hinds the rest of their visit. Everyone gathered at Ruth’s for dinner - Hawaiian Haystacks - everyone brought something. I honestly don’t remember what we did all evening, but we stayed at Ruth’s until past midnight. Sometime after 11, David and Teresa got in from San Luis Obispo. They are staying with Debi.
Wednesday the sisters all spent the day together including lunch at Leatherby’s ice cream parlor. The brothers took the kids and went on a easy hike. I mailed a package to my favorite missionary, puttered around home and tried to rest and recuperate a little more.
But before the siblings could go off on their activities Tom he had something he wanted to do with Ruth. The sisters were wondering why plan a DATE when he knew the sisters were planning to have lunch together?!
After their date, Ruth called me.
Tom and Ruth had deceived us! It was not some secret date Tom was taking Ruth on. They had a doctor appointment. Actually Ruth did. The deception was to confirm and ‘officialize’ their conception! Baby Hinds number 3 is coming in July!!
The sisters were so excited, they told pretty much everyone they met. They told a grocery store clerk who really got into it. First, apparently, he pretended that it was his, ‘oh, sorry I didn’t call you again.’ When one of the sisters came up who had checked out in another line, he asked her, ‘Did you hear she is pregnant?!’
I rejoined everyone for dinner. We spent the evening playing the question game. Everyone writes a question, puts it in the basket, draws out a different question, answers it (or writes some other random answer), puts it in the basket and draws out a completed slip. The first person reads the question they drew, the second person reads their answer then when the laughter, groans, and/or comments subside reads their question, number 3 reads their answer, and so on. Sounds simple. Very fun.
Thanksgiving Day! The day that brings us all together. Except Ruth’s family were with Tom’s family. And, of course, Andrew is on his mission. Benjamin and I went over to Debi’s, our hostess house, around 8 to start the turkey. Rosers did their traditional Run/Walk to Feed the Hungry with Ryan's folks.
It is so nice that everyone contributes and no one has all the work. Teresa decorated the table. David made rolls (tradition!) Let’s see. I was turkey, gravy, and masked potatoes. Debi and Miriam were pies and stuffed eggs. Sariah was veggies - green bean casserole and corn. Oh, Debi did cabbage, but we mis-estimated the time on that and it was not quite done. Ryan’s folks joined us with cornbread and sausage dressing. I think Rosers provided sparkling cranberry juice. Is that everything? Everything was delicious! and we had a great time.
As Debi wants to become a nurse, we asked Susan, a nurse and professor at USCS, about nursing. She has a passion and it was wonderful to hear her talk about many aspects of nursing and about teaching nursing students. Would that all nurses had such dedication and concern for people. Susan thinks most do.
After Farl and Susan left, we played Things. The reader reads a catagory. Each person, including the reader, writes a response and gives them to the reader. The reader reads all the answers. We take turns guessing who said what. Cannot guess the reader and the reader cannot guess, of course. If you guess correctly, you get to guess again. People who have been guessed are out and cannot guess. You get points for each correct guess. Everyone takes turns being the reader. Last night I cut things short before everyone had had a turn being the reader. We went home a little after 9.
David and Teresa leave this morning for the Hemsley Traditional Day After Thanksgiving Chocolate Dipping.
The rest of us, if the weather holds, will spend the day at William Land Park and the Zoo. Dinner tonight will be Nachos. We all have our assignments. (I need to buy some lettuce.)
I am more thankful than I can say for my children (which you do know includes their spouses and children)!
I am thankful for many, many things, but can't begin to write them now. I need to get ready to see D&T before they leave and for more fun times with the others.
By, the way, you did get that RUTH IS EXPECTING! didn’t you?
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
These were some good, inspiring, thought provoking readings. We will read more another night But we found ourselves wondering about Messianic Jews, so I did a little research on-line. Powerful stuff.
Here is a small taste of what I found at all about religion.
"The more I read the Bible and learned about God, the more I wanted to know Him. I began to follow the Old Testament laws so he would be pleased with me: I ate only kosher foods, stopped going to Friday
night football games, and tried my best to keep all the commandments I could. As I continued to read the Bible, I came across verses about a promised Messiah. Now I knew a bit about the Messiah already from my Jewish upbringing. When I read about the Messiah in the Hebrew Scriptures, my curiosity was piqued. The picture was sketchy, but it slowly became frightfully clear. This Messiah that I was reading about in my own Jewish Bible sounded like you-know-who! I didn't know much about Jesus, but I did know that I wasn't supposed to believe in Him. I began trying to find other explanations for prophecies like Micah 5:2, which describes an Eternal One who would be born in Bethlehem; or Daniel 9, that pinpoints the time of Messiah's first coming; also Isaiah 53, which spoke of Messiah's life and his sacrifice for sin. As I tried to explain away these and many other prophecies, I found that I could not. I realized that if the Bible was true, then Jesus had to be the Jewish Messiah! I felt guilty simply having these thoughts! What if Jesus wasn't the Messiah? Then I would be committing idolatry! But what if He was? I would be denying God by not believing! I had to be totally sure, so I kept on studying and searching and trying to prove it wasn't so. After two years of struggling, I found myself drawn closer and closer to Jesus" (Zhava Glaser, Chosen People
The article lists some of the Old Testament prophecies that led some Messianic Jews like Zhava Glaser to recognize Christ as the promised. Messiah:
“The Old Testament verses are the prophecy; the New Testament verses
proclaim the fulfillment. Check them all out for yourself!
Born of a virgin (Isaiah 7:14; Matthew 1:21-23)
A descendant of Abraham (Genesis 12:1-3; 22:18; Matthew 1:1; Galatians
Of the tribe of Judah (Genesis 49:10; Luke 3:23, 33; Hebrews 7:14)
Of the house of David (2 Samuel 7:12-16; Matthew 1:1)
Born in Bethlehem (Micah 5:2, Matthew 2:1; Luke 2:4-7)
Taken to Egypt (Hosea 11:1; Matthew 2:14-15)
Herod´s killing of the infants (Jeremiah 31:15; Matthew 2:16-18)
Anointed by the Holy Spirit (Isaiah 11:2; Matthew 3:16-17)
Heralded by the messenger of the Lord (John the Baptist) (Isaiah
40:3-5; Malachi 3:1; Matthew 3:1-3)
Would perform miracles (Isaiah 35:5-6; Matthew 9:35)
Would preach good news (Isaiah 61:1; Luke 4:14-21)
Would minister in Galilee (Isaiah 9:1; Matthew 4:12-16) Would cleanse
the Temple (Malachi 3:1; Matthew 21:12-13)
Would first present Himself as King 173,880 days from the decree to
rebuild Jerusalem (Daniel 9:25; Matthew 21:4-11)
Would enter Jerusalem as a king on a donkey (Zechariah 9:9; Matthew
Would be rejected by Jews (Psalm 118:22; I Peter 2:7)
Die a humiliating death (Psalm 22; Isaiah 53) involving:
rejection (Isaiah 53:3; John 1:10-11; 7:5,48)
betrayal by a friend (Psalm 41:9; Luke 22:3-4; John 13:18)
sold for 30 pieces of silver (Zechariah 11:12; Matthew 26:14-15)
silence before His accusers (Isaiah 53:7; Matthew 27:12-14)
being mocked (Psalm 22: 7-8; Matthew 27:31)
beaten (Isaiah 52:14; Matthew 27:26)
spit upon (Isaiah 50:6; Matthew 27:30)
piercing His hands and feet (Psalm 22:16; Matthew 27:31)
being crucified with thieves (Isaiah 53:12; Matthew 27:38)
praying for His persecutors (Isaiah 53:12; Luke 23:34)
piercing His side (Zechariah 12:10; John 19:34)
given gall and vinegar to drink (Psalm 69:21, Matthew 27:34, Luke 23:36)
no broken bones (Psalm 34:20; John 19:32-36)
buried in a rich man’s tomb (Isaiah 53:9; Matthew 27:57-60)
casting lots for His garments (Psalm 22:18; John 19:23-24)
Would rise from the dead!! (Psalm 16:10; Mark 16:6; Acts 2:31)
Ascend into Heaven (Psalm 68:18; Acts 1:9)
Would sit down at the right hand of God (Psalm 110:1; Hebrews 1:3)”
I am grateful for my testimony of Jesus Christ and I am grateful for the testiomonies of others which strengthen mine. I am grateful that truth is truth whether we approach it scientifically or through religion. That as we grow and learn in each area, we find that it works. Where there appears to be conflict, it is because we just don't know enough yet.
Jesus Christ is Creator, Redeemer, Super Scientist, Artist and Hero. And He loves us.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Actually, there is no place on the map (anywhere around here, anyway) named Apple Hill. It is an association of growers and ranchers - mostly apple, but also, pumpkin, Christmas tree, and many others - that have become a (mostly) fall destination for many Californians, just east of Placerville, about an hour from Sacramento. Pick your own pumpkin. apples, etc. If you want. Plenty available already picked, if you would rather not. Cut your own Christmas tree. Watch apples become apple cider and taste delicious, addicting free samples. Visit crafters. Sometimes watch them work. Hay bale mazes for kids. Lots of eateries, most but not all, featuring apple pies and other apple products. Picnic tables, nature trails, hay rides, fishing ponds. Each grower cooperating to bring the people to the area, then in friendly competition to get the customer to their farm, stand, shop, etc.
It is beautiful just driving through the area. We try to visit a variety of places, but a couple are must visits. We like to look, sometimes successfully, for the perfect Christmas gift. That makes the boys willing to wander with me through numerous craft stands and little shops. (Anna had to wait in the car for some of those.) We picked delicious Granny Smith apples. I don't know how many varieties of apples are up there! Anna liked walking through the orchard! Bought a frozen Apple Hill pie to bake and enjoy later. Enjoyed hamburgers, french fries, and corn on the cob while the sun set. (Again, poor doggie waited in the car, but we gave her a couple of french fries.)
It was a lovely refreshing day. another reason to be grateful to our Veterans.
So, what day is today? And more importantly, what day is tomorrow? Saturday! really.
3 Saturdays in one week! That's the way life should be! I can live with that kind of confusion
Obediently, I walked down the hall to his office. Soon he ushered me in.
Me: You are going to tell me that if I am going to doze off during meetings, I have to sit in the back?
Bishop: (with a chuckle) If we said that, the whole Bishopric would be sitting in the back some weeks.
A little small talk about Andrew.
Then he hits me with something like: Are you ready to stand up and use your talents and abilities to serve the Lord?
Me: Gulp! stutter, stumble My talents and abilities seem to still be largely hidden, what do you have in mind?
He asked me to serve as the building scheduler for 2010.
I nearly fainted with relief. Again, he cleverly builds up the fearful anticipation so that his actual request comes as almost as a deliverance and his victim accepts the call gratefully.
Me: I was afraid you were going to call me as the sister Single Adult Representative. I don't even participate.
Biship: No, I already turned you down for that.
Me: Thank you!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Rachel approached. Rachel: Super secret meeting?
Matt: I told Barbara, now we have to kill her.
Rachel: Her kids are almost grown. (cute, but evil smile)
Sunday, November 8, 2009
My children say I am a natural Beta tester.
You may have heard me complain that I do not get decent television reception at all. I covet satellite TV, but the budget says no. I don't have much TV time, but I like to have it on in the kitchen when I am working. Either I cannot get decent reception or nothing decent is on. Or both. This new HD thing? I don't know. Lame converter boxes? Bad cables? Bad karma? Who knows?!
Friday, I spent literally HOURS on this old dinosaur of a computer trying to put pictures on Andrew's blog -without success. Tried again yesterday. No deal. This morning, for some reason, it appears to be working. Slowly, but working. Andrew sent 'interesting' pictures.
The day I took Andrew to the MTC, after glowing recommendations from friend and one son, I bought myself an iPod Touch thinking it would replace my stolen Palm. My friend Kent named it Winnie. I rather wanted Peg. He said Winnie the Peg. While it didn't really suit my Palm needs, Winnie was great for listening to books on tape Kent put on it while I drove home alone from Utah, I was able to buy a great LDS scriptures application, play games, and download podcasts to listen to at work. Until suddenly the Music - used to access the podcasts - button began to result in a white screen that I could not get rid of. Fortunately, after a minute or two, the screen would go to menu. But no more listening to my radio shows. Or watching the evening news the next day.
I tried to find answers on-line. I went to the Apple Store at the mall. Closed for rennovation. Went back after it opened, but was told that I needed to get an appointment to see a 'Genius'. Half the time I have had this Touch, I have not had full use of it.
Yesterday, while doing other errands, I (dragging Joseph and Benjamin along) took a chance and dropped by the Apple Store. Wonder of wonders! They said I could see a Genius in 20 minutes. It was a bit longer than that. Genius Isaac fiddled with my Touch, frowned and hmmmmm-ed a lot. Not a good sign. Finally, he told me that he was going to have to wipe it clean. Winnie would suffer severe memory loss! The only real loss would be my scriptures, which theoretically, can be restored via Joseph's computer. I told him to do what he had to do. While that happened we tried to entertain ourselves in the store. I increased my coveting of a MacbookPro. I would very much like a 13 inch, I think. With the add-ons, I 'need,' I think we are talking $2000. Not today, sigh. I did manage few minutes on Facebook. Isaac brought my Touch. I almost left without realizing that Winnie had not only lost her memory but much of her mental capacity. I went back to Isaac who apologized and reconnected her to the mother ship. After at least two hours, we left - Winnie, hopefully of sound mind, but no memories.
I spent much of yesterday evening looking for free applications. I got my favorite games (now there's an important priority. in my defense, while I mentioned them first here, I went to utilities and productivity to look for applications before I went to games), my weather app - so I can see my and my various children's weather - and a great new application (hmmm maybe I shouldn't tell you as it means I have know excuse for forgetting) Birthdays. It even downloaded my friends' birthdays from Facebook. I spent an hour this morning adding non-Facebook family.
No Scriptures yet.
Joseph is having computer issues of his own. Something he is doing has run for over 30 hours without finishing, so his computer has not been available to give me back my scriptures and this old family computer is not capable. He is quite frustrated. He doesn't want to stop it in case it ever does finish. He doesn't even know if what it is he is doing will even work. And he cannot use his computer.
On of the other errands was to visit the Verizon store. I thought I was up for new every 2, but not yet. And I think new every 2 has changed, it is now something like a $50 discount every two. We chatted about the new Droid which I think would be great! Except for being $300 going out the door and $26 more a month. technical details. Internet access. GPS. (I miss my stolen GPS alot sometimes. Now I have to get a map and read it - or try to - can you imagine?!) It would be awesome, if I were a little bit richer. At least my phone works.
Technology. Amazing. Frustrating. Wonderful. Awful and awesome.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Do I have the energy to change my sheets and take a shower? That would feel so good!
I am feeling bitter lately about my potential future - retirement related issues. Nothing he did recently, just the whole life situation. I will say he has always been good about making his support payments which stop when he retires. I just resent that I have to work long into my old age - if my health holds! - and even then will probably be quite poor. My share of his retirement is going to be much less than I hoped/expected and for my part, I 1) have only just begun (almost 3 years now) earning towards retirement myself and 2) don't make much money so even if I get a good percentage won't get much. Hopefully, I will have enough to cover my meds if I can work long enough to have health benefits and my kids can spare a corner and a crumb. Otherwise, Mack trucks or pillows in the night come to mind. But I don't think I will have enough to keep the house as I would like. We shall see when the time comes, eh?
No leisurely retirement working in my garden, baking cookies, and visiting grandkids. Certainly no cruises or other fun trips and such. I cannot even afford decent television reception or computer right now. Or to fix my wreck of a house.
I do not forget that I am indeed rich despite my money issues. I have enough to live on without distress (now). I am blessed to have a testimony of the Lord Jesus Christ and to enjoy the blessings of the restored gospel. I have wonderful children, children-in-law, and grandchildren. I live in peace and freedom. So far, I live in my own house (mine and the bank's, mostly the bank's). I sleep in a comfy bed. I have enough to eat in tasty variety. I enjoy plumbing and electricity. I have a car, bike and public transit available and decent roads. I like my job, my boss and my co-workers. My health could be better, but is not bad. I can see, hear, taste, move, und so weiter. I have wonderful (although neglected) friends. Through the miracles of modern communication I can share the lives of people I care about, learn, see places I would like to go and places I am glad to only see on television. I have the promise that if I keep my covenants, great blessings and riches will be mine - eventually.
Still, I really would not mind winning the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes. They say that big money winners often end up worse off a few years later. I am willing to accept the risk/challenge!
Alas! Not happening here.
I drive B and his bike to early morning Seminary. Go home, Usually wash the dinner dishes from the night before. Bike to work. Work. Bike home. Then I - pick one: make dinner, drive myself and/or son(s) to meetings, pay bills, collapse. Family prayer and scriptures. A tired half-attempt at personal scriptures and bed. That’s it folks. Not a bad life, but hardly fascinating.
Since the end of daylight savings time, I bike home in the dark. When I get off at the usual time, I start out with a little light, but it is pretty dark by the time I am halfway home. On the nights I make up time for the class I am taking, I start out in full darkness. There is some light from street lights (not much) and from traffic (towards me, that’s blinding; behind me, that’s helpful). So far I have been biking under a full moon, so it will soon be even darker. I use flashing lights on my bike, and reflectors, so I feel reasonably visible. The bike lights are better for helping me to be seen (which I appreciate!) than to see. Biking semi-blind took a little getting used to. My big concern is garden refuse with sticks and branches poking out! Traffic going my way helps show them up and if there is not traffic, I tend to ride out in the street a little more, so that’s not really much of a problem.
I will not jinx myself by mentioning that it has been a few days since my last flat. But Joseph has had a flat or two after a long period without and also has an issue with rubbing brakes. sigh
Friday, October 30, 2009
Almost any meeting Rachel is involved with is 'top secret.'
Rachel is certain that one happy day the budget will balance and we will have an Admin Picnic again.
Rachel told Matt that in preparation for that glad time he had to prove himself by planning a Halloween Party. I don't know if she meant for our unit, but it became a whole section Halloween Party planned by the mentor Rachel and apprentice Matt with help later from Cynthia and Catherine.
Lots of top secret meetings and whispering in the office.
The party was today and it was great. Lots of people in costumes, judged by our 'celebrity' judges - one of them our deputy director, Manuel. Awards to the Cashiering unit who all dressed as black cats with feathered pink boas and to Carrie the incredible California Happy Cow. Matt was a great Friar Tuck. Rachel a cute cowgirl. I was in Fancy Nancy mode. Lots of great sandwich fixings, chips, dips and treats. Word search, Bingo. Visiting. Including a visit by the Department Director Ruth.
A week or so before the party, our section head called for a Christmas Party committee. Matt got volunteered.
Yesterday, an email came down from on high asking for someone / unit to spearhead the annual departmental (ok, headquarters) Food Drive.
Rachel emailed that Matt said he wanted to do it as he is really getting into this kind of thing.
When Matt read that, he replied that while he would be honored to work on it, the job was too much for one man so we should work together as a unit. Turned that around, didn't he?
Either naive to the sarcasm and teasing or taking advantage of it, our boss, Liz, sent the word up that our unit would do it. nice.
You do not know how disappointed I was to get the email this afternoon breaking the news that another unit volunteered before us. Matt was quite heart-broken, let me tell you.
Now Rachel is talking about getting me on a committee.
I did suggest a Stocking Stuffing contest for the Christmas party.
Monday, October 26, 2009
First the weekend was just TOO short.
Then I started Monday morning with a back flat tire. The good news with that is that I learned it was a valve stem issue. Must use more care when putting everything back together because those things slip and then they tear easily. Another good thing is that I discovered it immediately upon returning home from dropping Benjamin at Seminary when I went to do my regular weekly pump-me-up. My fairly hard tire just when whooosh!. There went my bit of morning home time.
First thing at work, I discovered a stupid little mistake I made Friday that will cost me a couple of hours of work. Then the printer messed up an automated check – TWICE. I finally fooled the computer into thinking it was going to print the check, feeding scratch paper through, and hand typed the check.
All before lunch. At least, thought I, “I should get a letter from my missionary any minute.”
I was just wrapping up a long Email I was writing when the window suddenly closed! DDD=
No time to rewrite! D=
I'll have to try and fit it all in next week. =(
But, other than that, life has been wonderful. ^^ Thanks for you gift suggestions. Those that haven't sent in requests yet, please do.
See you next week! ^^
Your loving Missionary, Elder Andrew Robarts”
I always wish his letters were longer, but really!
After that, MY internet crashed.
Later that evening when I moved to the chair our Home Teacher had recently vacated, I realized that the poor man had probably stayed much later than he intended/or realized, but the clock he was facing was wrong, too.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I keep reminding myself that the 40 hour work week is a fairly modern blessing. How my heart aches for all those who worked 10+ hour days and were lucky to get a half day off on weekends. Worse, it is still that way for some even now. Inhuman.
I am blessed to have a job I like under circumstances that suit me so well.
Saturday - took Benjamin to meet up with the other Scouts from our ward to go to the Capitol March. Cub and Boy Scouts met up at Raley's Field in West Sacramento, then led by police cars and a marching band, marched along police-lined streets to the California State Capitol for speeches and ceremonies, back to Raley's Field for lunch and activities - all in celebration of BSA's 100th Anniversary in 2010.
After leaving Ben, I did a quick shop at Raley's Food Store - mainly to get a couple of more things to put in Elder Robarts' Thanksgiving box (that I couldn't find at Winco). As Canada's Thanksgiving is Oct 12, he will have a regular working day when we Americans are celebrating Thanksgiving. I am sending him some traditional Thanksgiving food - Hormel's Complete Turkey and Dressing with Gravy (the boys and I tested one just for fun - not like home, but pretty good), a little pack of instant mashed potatoes, small cans of green beans, corn and cranberry jelly, and instant cheese cake mix, some decorative napkins - so he and his companion can have their own little Thanksgiving dinner. I might add some little decorations and ? We'll see. I intend to mail it by Halloween. Then I need to get going on his Christmas package. That is supposed to get to the mission office by the end of November, too.
I didn't do much housework - just a few dishes - before heading to Costco to get my tires rotated. While waiting, I tested samples - contrary to what I have been told by someone I love, Morning Moos does NOT taste like real milk - maybe like fat free milk which does not taste like real milk. I know, it IS real, dehydrated, fat free milk. And it tastes fine with cocoa! I read "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" because I have been hearing about it alot lately. It is aimed at the tween boy and I am not one. It was ok. I did some hunting (again) for something on someone's wish list, but without success. Their wish list mention is old, I fear, and Costco is always changing. Also, I actually did a little shopping - bought real milk. Milk is so good!
By the time my car was done and food put away, it was time to clean up and fancy up for the Ward Activity. My go to Halloween costume now is 'Fancy Nancy's Grandmother'. fun (and fancy) - my long black skirt with purple lace overskirt, 3 or 4 necklaces and a pink feathered boa (show your passion for life. fight breast cancer), a floppy hat with lots of flowers, and more make up than usual. - I am going to wear it again Friday at work (but not while biking - if biking. Do I have the nerve to wear it on light rail if the weather is not bike friendly??)
Setting up for the activity was frustrating because it was out in the back parking lot and a slight breeze kept blowing the tablecloths off the tables until I started sticking them down with rolled masking tape. Also, I find my heart is just not in it like it used to be when I was Activity Chair. Holly, is a great chair and does a terrific job. I don't have the time and energy to put in like I once did and she does. I am glad to be in a supporting role now, but it just doesn't mean as much to me as it once did. We ate good chili and corn bread, admired each other's costumes, visited with friends and family and handed out candy in our Trunk or Treat. One of the most popular activities of the year.
I don't like Halloween being such a big deal. There are certainly other days more worthy of attention. I think it odd that we tell children to be wary of strangers and certainly not to take candy from strangers, and not to beg or eat too much candy, then make a whole holiday out of doing just the opposite. But dressing up (when you have a cheap or better yet free costume idea) and visiting is fun.
The ward activity and next week's work pot-luck and party are plenty of Halloween for me. I don't plan to do much Oct 31. We might decide to give out candy during the early little kid hours. (We saved some just in case, but I am sure we can find other uses for it. Except not so much me, as my numbers have been bad lately - despite all that bike riding!! grr)
Well, my one busy little Saturday is gone. Next Friday we work, too, and have another 2 day weekend. After that... we don't work on Friday until January!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I did it! I actually repaired my flat back tire. I opted to patch rather than replace the tube. Found and removed the end of a thorn. And put it all back together. Thank goodness for quick release! Bicycles are so much easier than they used to be.
Thank goodness also for good bike lights and reflectors on gear. It was pretty dark before I got home.
I may have done something not quite right. There's a new funny minor little something going on in my already worn and beat up gear system. Rideable. But there is just the slightest hesitation and maybe a little noise.
Hard to tell about the noise though, as my over the back tire rack which holds my much used basket and bike bag is missing a screw (or whatever) that holds a brace. So that thing is rattling around a bit. I think it is a "special" screw, too. But I will visit my friendly hardware store soon and see if they can help.
Also, apparently you guys won't appreciate this because my son says he grabs the cross rod, but I frequently grab the back of my bike seat when I need to swing the bike around or shift it over, say when locking or unlocking up in a crowded rack situation. As I grabbed the seat last night and hefted, the seat came off. The seat has a shaft that goes into a post that goes into the tube of the frame. Some little thing on the seat shaft screws onto the threads of the post locking them together. I tried to put them back together, but could not get the bike seat shaft far enough into the post, Finally I just set them all back together and rode home to ask my boys to help.
I was really glad that my formerly loose handlebars that randomly shifted left and right, up and down had been secured. Riding a slightly swivel seat with loose handlebars would have simply been too much.
But I cannot face hoisting my bike and all the gear I carry on and off a bus and/or light rail even if I could find one with room. And from light rail, it is still two miles to home. Ride, woman, ride.
When I got home, the middle post was GONE! They wanted to know if I had left it at work! No, I had put it in the tube and the seat shaft in the post. How could it fall off with me sitting on it? Where could it have gone?! Only one place, deep down the frame tube. We tried turning the bike upside down - shaking and pounding - to no avail. Ben tried to dig it out and came out with a spring and a couple of other unidentified parts. Where did they come from? Probably inside the middle post, Benjamin said. I was pretty discouraged, but Benjamin is a detemined and resourceful young man. I thought it a bit much when he tried to get it out using a pencil! He refused the use of my screwdriver. He took apart a wire coat hanger and sent it up. (I think that's how he fished out the spring.) If you know Benjamin, you will not be surprised to know that he got the thing out and put my bike back together. (I do not know for sure that he put the spring etc back, or if he did, back correctly.) But the bike is rideable. We forgot to put the reflector back on the seat post, but it is hidden behind the rack, the cable lock, etc. I need to remember to use my flasher lights.
Benjamin said something like "I did you a favor. I got rid of a lot of useless parts." ; )
Another first. One thing I dislike about biking to work is that I prefer wearing skirts rather than pants. I have a "concert black" (that's what the label says) skirt of very forgiving material that I keep in a drawer at work, so I often change upon arrival. Today, I rode wearing a skirt. One of my plaid a-line skirts, not a long flow-y skirt that I like so much. The skirt is long enough to stay down below my knees instead of riding up embarrassingly. It worked out surprisingly well.
Now it is time to earn money for bicycle parts.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
This morning when I went out to go to my Gov Auditing class (3 hours after a delightful ride to work today), I found my tire completely, sickenly flat. My BACK tire.
Now that I am reaonably competent at changing my front tire, I get to see if I can manage the back. Hoo-ray. On a day when I work late to make up time for school.
Don't wait up for me, boys.
The morning weather report was for a few scattered light showers
clearing up to sunny, mild weather. I biked in under light sprinkles
and mist – refreshing, not really wet, riding towards a beautiful
bright rainbow with a lighter double. It seemed so close; I almost
thought I would bike under the arch. However, they faded one after
the other before the illusion was corrected. ... My more scientific
sons tell me that the rainbows faded to me because I rode nearly under
them, changing the angles so I could no longer see them. To someone
further east, it might have appeared that I rode under them. Cool!
Rainbows remind me, once I cast from my mind the symbolism pre-empted
by modern groups, of God's covenant with Noah and His promises in
general. They remind me that some people say their pets have crossed
the Rainbow Bridge when they die. People, too, I suppose. They
remind of me of something I heard, but have not chased down, that
Joseph Smith said that the year one sees a rainbow is not the year
that Christ shall come. (would that be next 12 months or remaining
calendar year? I don't even know where I heard it, therefore I do not
know whether it is true that he said anything like that.) I used to
ask God to delay the Second Coming to give me time to repent as I am
burning stubble material. But I am not making the progress that I
ought to while so many innocents suffer, that now I am more likely to
pray for the Millennium to be hurried in, too bad for me. Oh, to see
that great day when the Prince of Peace rules and there is no more
The weather report changed. Apparently, the sprinkles increased to
light rain and are going to stay the day. My poor bike is out in the
rain, along with a dozen or so others. I put a plastic bag over my
seat, so it should not be sodden. It appears I will be biking home in
the rain. I brought my rain jacket and light gloves, but not my rain
pants and warm gloves. As long as it is not windy, it should not be
too bad. I am so glad that I have my (optionally) flashing lights and
reflective leg wraps! ,,,, The rain cleared in the late afternoon
and the bike home was actually quite pleasant.
Sunday was a long and busy day. Best things first. The guys and I
visited Hinds' ward, Gerber Ward, because it was their Children's
Sacrament Meeting Presentation. The first delightful thing was the
program covers each had a child's drawing of himself or his family. I
got Jared's self portrait! The children all did well. They sang and
spoke clearly, so we could easily understand the sweet message of the
importance of families. Esther was one of the few children who had
memorized their parts well enough to give it without help. Most of
the children needed a little prompting, but said their parts
After the presentation, the guys and I went home for an hour before
heading off to Benjamin's choir practice followed by our usual
meetings. Another brief hour at home before we all returned.
Benjamin had Missionary Prep, which was to have been followed by a
meeting with a merit badge counselor which got postponed until
Wednesday, and a Youth Fireside. Joseph met up with his Home Teaching
companion. I had Scout Committee Meeting followed by a visit with my
Visiting Teacher as well as with passers through the lobby. We talked
about Pilot Light Testimonies. Quietly burning in the basements of
our souls. Sometimes seeing others with their flaming testimonies, we
wonder if we even have one, but it is there. Some people get prayers
answered with drama. Most of us just have quiet warm feelings or small
events that we might almost not notice. "Coincidences". The Lord
quietly opening and closing doors for us to guide us - if we will go
through the doors He opens and not try to barge through those others.
We re-scheduled our Home Teacher's visit, because that was enough for
one Sunday. It was a good day.