Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
I didn't write yesterday nor today because I had nothing really good to say. Yesterday I stayed in bed with a killer headache and today I have the residuals. (By that I mean a tiny headache and still only a modicum of a will to live.)
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
We put flowers on my parents' graves in Provo yesterday, and it occurred to me that the race is on to be buried near them. We offspring have about five spots left around them, and the first to die win. I have four brothers and we own the plots as a group, and I guess respective spouses are planted nearby just by default. Do the math.
Monday, May 25, 2009
I was shocked when my Facebook pals were thrilled with the outcome of American Idol. I didn't even watch the show this year except for bits and pieces, but I was totally crazy about Adam Lambert from the moment I saw him sing "Ring of Fire". Then I played "Mad World" over and over again. I was never disappointed in what I saw on Utube.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
We went to the neighborhood showing of the Oquirrh Mountain Temple this morning and were totally thrilled at how beautiful it is inside. It's tiny too. The rooms only accommodate about twenty-people, but there are sessions going on both sides which both end up in the same Celestial Room.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Granddaughter Ali has a certain swagger today. She graduated from Miss Karen's Preschool. It was a lovely morning, complete with caps and gowns. Max cried because his hat wouldn't stay on and boycotted the proceedings by sitting down, but other than some other hats coming off, everything went without a hitch.
The Alphabet Song was probably sung with most gusto, but "I Love to Eat, Eat, Eat Apples and Bananas" was close. Maybe ten or twelve songs in all, sung with waxing and waning heart. Then there was the parade of grads and a diploma, complete with a hug from Miss Karen. Cookies and water followed as the grads and their parents exchanged well-wishes for the summer.
Steps in life generally increase in difficulty, but along with that comes increased competency, it is hoped. With cherished teachers like Miss Karen, how could we go wrong? But then we sometimes do. Maybe it does have to do with the hugs and cookies. Maybe also a mother who drives you to school both figuratively and literally?
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Well, good morning. I woke up today with my right eyeball fully bright and red like the sun. It looks awful. Julia, the daughter-in-law, cringed, squeezed her eyes shut, turned her head away and said ewwwwwwwwwww.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
(Written May 13, 2009)
On this day, a few days past Mother's Day, two incidents involving my mother-in-law come to mind.
The first was inadvertant. We were going home to Chicago after a short visit to my in-laws house in Wabash, Indiana. Nobody was ever overly affectionate in that household though I think everyone presumed they were loved. As we drove off, mindlessly I said "I love you" out the car window. I felt stupid but continued on with the business of going home. We'd forgotten something so we quickly turned around to get it. As we got there, Carl's mother was wiping away tears. I was profoundly amazed.
Years later, she and I were sitting in the back room watching television. Her feet were up on the couch. For whatever reason, I decided to rest my hand on her leg. I think it was because there was no room to lay my hand on the couch. She didn't move a muscle. I left it there for just a few minutes then moved it. I'm not sure why I remember that day so well or even at all, but I do remember it with great fondness and think how glad I am to have shown that tiny act of friendliness.
I miss her a lot. I wish I could hear the funny way she talked with her head cocked to the side. I wish I could hug her for the morning I was so appalled when I came in on her telling my two little sons the details of a horrendous crime she'd listened about on her police-band radio. I was always amazed at the way she could call up minutiae of facts, details and dates until I figured out she made up a lot of it as she went along. I’m so glad I told her I loved her even though it was just that once and I’m glad I showed her that little act of friendship for just a few seconds. She’s gone and I wish I’d shown her more, but I can’t. But I did show something.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sophia has learned to read. "No job too big or too small", she suddenly read on a sign just outside an auto repair shop. I was surprised and impressed.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
A few nights back, I played Russian roulette with the car GPS. We went to dinner, as a result, to Razz's Bar and Grill, a surprisingly pricy spot here in Scottsdale, AZ. The chicken scallopini was absolutely delicious and the raspberry torte was perfect. Just the proper state of mushy. Ben even joined us for dessert making the evening complete.
Friday, May 15, 2009
We went to see ‘Earth” today and it was magnificent. It was not the absolutely thrilling spectacle I had expected. Maybe it was due to the restraint held on the music rising and falling in the background. Also, it showed the plodding along of nature as the case often is, so it tended to be slow at times, but it was wonderful nonetheless. There also was no blood or graphic killing so it would not be alarming to the tender souls. But it was not for the really young children who were in the audience at the showing we attended as it didn’t keep their attention for very long -- all seemed kinda bored and one had to be taken out by a disappointed parent. That child preferred counting the seats although she couldn't count beyond 100 so she was a little restricted.
But I was stricken by the brilliance of the cycles and balances of nature, and to the great goodness of God in mix as I had anticipated. I probably wouldn’t buy it, but I definitely am glad I saw it.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
There's not many better bargains than the McDonald's hot fudge sundae these days. You can sit for an hour-and-a-half laughing and talking while the children play on the indoor playground for about a dollar per head. Spring is here and I'm one of its celebrants. If you look outside, I'm the one there skipping and dancing in the orchard waving a billowing scarf over my head. Wahoo!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Insomnia is a beast. It's what makes me lay awake nights, looking at the ceiling, thinking about nonsense. I'm not worrying, but just letting a Rolodex of junk run through my head. It's what's driving this writing right now. I look at my clock and it says 3:51 AM.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
My all-time favorite calling in the Church was teaching Sunday School out at the Oquirrh Facility of the Utah State Prison. These inmates I taught were mostly sex offenders and drug addicts with the occasional murderer thrown in and all were very sorry for the crimes they had committed. Since most crime is a result of drugs and scrambled brains, sobriety brought on in prison brought new light on things. Most of my students were former members of the church with several being former High Priests. Each week I'd have a full house of people eager to hear my lesson prepared from LeGrand Richards' Marvelous Work and a Wonder. Most weeks we would cover little more than a page from the book and most lessons would have the imprint of hope upon them. Most of these men felt their sins had rendered them unforgivable, so each of them needed more than anything to hear that they could believe that forgiveness could be out there for any one of them. None was beyond the ability of the Lord to forgive. Never have I had more eager students and never have I felt the spirit as strongly as I did out there among those men.