When I left the house this morning the view was clear and I could see to drive. There were clouds surrounding the hills across the way, but nothing obstructing my view. That is until I drove nearer to the church. The fog seemed to descend upon Myrtle Creek as though the limits were completely swallowed. I am grateful I did not have to drive up North or South Myrtle as the roads seem to disappear into the whiteness.
When Jenna and I returned home the fog
had thickened our surroundings in Tri City.
It was as though the process of lifting was reversed. It wasn’t particularly cold outside – or at
least my body didn’t think it was. It
was nice to get home and off the road.
I had paid off a loan with my bank in
Oregon. I had written a check before
December 7th. I had even made
a transfer of money into my Utah account – which is the check I meant to
use. Roland asked me to check the
account to see if the money went in. He
meant the Oregon account but I had gone to the other site out of habit. I
noticed the check I had written had not yet cleared. When I went into my Oregon account I learned
my error – I had used the wrong account.
So I called the bank to see if I could come to the bank in person to get
the error resolved.
My cell phone was still in my hand
when I leaned down to unplug the tree.
In the process I inadvertently hit a button on my phone that I wasn’t
aware or had forgotten existed. It made
the sound of a siren. It took a few
seconds to get the sound off – although I don’t know how I did that
either. As I was trying to figure it
out, I received a phone call from the RS president followed by the first
counselor. Both had received a text from
me that said that I needed help. Both
laughed when I explained my error.
Roland said he had also received the text. Did my phone notify everyone in my
system? Oh, no!
I had worn a long sleeve pullover when
I had gone to get Jenna. As morning progressed I somehow felt too hot and had
changed into a tee shirt before I went to the bank. The sun was out. The air felt cool but not cold. That lasted
less than two hours as the skies started pouring down rain during the
afternoon. When I could no longer hear
the rain I looked out the window. I could see that it was still overcast.
Only three chickens have wandered into
our yard for the last three days. No
roosters. No turkeys. No more eggs.
Roland wonders if the brood has been butchered as we don’t see them in
the neighbor’s yard either. The pigs may
have been sold as Christmas hams as only the smaller ones can be seen. Or perhaps they have built a more solid
section for their animals. There have
been a few mornings we haven’t any the roosters crow. There was also one morning this year that I
couldn’t identify the animal or the tormenting sound it made – as though it was
being tortured. It was torture to my
ears to wake up to.
I ended the day with a virtual meeting
that took place in Roseburg. It was a
missionary meeting. I have many thoughts
about what has taken place. That will be
for another post.
