When we first moved
into the ward, our ward had been assigned to clean the building the last four
months during the year. It was finally
changed to every third month – which is what I thought should be done all along. But who am I?
Before we left the
house, I took something for my allergies, as I knew we’d be going to the garden,
which would probably make my sneezing act out even more. Usually our family is
there at least three or four Saturdays to assist. When we arrived yesterday, I figured it was
the Elder’s Quorum that was in charge, as there were doughnuts, juice and
chocolate milk to reward the cleaners afterwards.
Jenna handed me a vacuum
cleaner and told me that “we” were going to vacuum. “I” started out with the Relief
Society room and then worked my way to the nursery and then the primary
room. I didn’t have to get any of the
rooms on the other side of the chapel as I was told somebody else took care of
that.
The vacuum cleaner
isn’t that heavy. But I am out of shape.
I felt like I was going to die.
After doughnuts, we
made our way to the community garden.
The sun was beating down on us – though few seemed to notice. I don’t understand how they could not notice.
We raked up many of
the weeds that had developed over the last two weeks. They were short enough
that I could actually tell them apart from the plants. But after bending down in the hot sun, I felt
like I was going to die.
Came home to change
so that we could attend a baptism (Roland was conducting) it’s all I could do
to stay awake. When the baptism was over
we went home. I took a three-hour nap.
We still had our
own garden. Waited for the sun and
Roland decided to start on another project.
We could have tackled that after I got up. Still not done with “his” projects. And I still feel like I’m going to die.
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