What's Beneath?

I remember when we decided to take down the paneling to bring more light into the Kearns house.

Beneath the dark paneling was a mural of a corn field.  What had possessed somebody to put that there in the first place?

When Richard and took the boys to work on a house he had purchased to flip, our youngest found some savings bonds hidden beneath the floor.

We can hide beneath the covers or find other treasures beneath the bedding (remote controls for instance).  Treasures can be found beneath so many surfaces. I have discovered treasures beneath my seat or beneath that pile of rubble in my closet.

I have discovered autumn leaves trapped beneath soggy snow.  Can you find what’s beneath the ocean’s surface?  Do you associate with all kinds of people or do you feel there are some that are beneath your level?

We have had people crawl beneath our house before to install cable, check for leaks, and fix the flooring from beneath.

There are pipes beneath my house which carry water to and from where I need it to.  Some areas have started using a system in which the power lines are beneath the ground instead of overhead.

When Sunny got married, she dressed her bridesmaids in pink taffeta. I felt like I had billow pads beneath my arm pits.

Sometimes I wear my swim suit beneath my clothes. 

Often my socks slide off my ankles and get trapped beneath my feet in whatever shoes or boots I’m wearing.  I can often hide things beneath my coat.

When you are canning, you need to turn the jar upside down to make sure that there is no air between the lid and your food product.

Sometimes I will try to hide my laughter when I think that something is funny but I know it’s not an appropriate time to laugh (like at church, for instance)

My blog is called Beneath the Wraps.

Dash TV#3 States I've been to: U - W

What States Have You Visited?

Of the fifty states it looks like I’ve been to (or through) almost half.  Some I have already posted about.  Most haven’t been mentioned.  So here are the last four:

Utah    is where I lived when I started my blog.  Aside from Salt Lake and surrounding area, I have visited Moab, Bryce and Zion Canyons, St. George, Cedar City, Kanab  . . .  and other famous cities you may never have heard of. 

Beaver, Utah (a recognizable chair at  Chevorn Station)

Bingham Copper Mine

Zion's Canyon (yes the same trip as North Ridge Grand Canyon)

Virginia       is where I went on my mission.  I have created four posts starting here 

West Virgina        my first area was on the West Virginia border.  Though my companion and I lived in Riddlemead, Virginia and attended church in Pembroke and Pearisburg, VA, our Pearisburg bishop lived in Peterstown, WV

Wyoming    the biggest part of Yellowstone is in Wyoming.   I also remember seeing the Grand Tetons with my family.  My husband’s late wife is from Freedom ( or Star Valley), Wyoming.  We had gone there one year to attend the Walden family reunion.  I filmed the July 4^th parade that they held in Afton.  You can see some of it in this post 

me and Kayla in Yellowstone Park 

Biff and Jenna on our way to Afton, Wyoming

I have seen the bus terminals or had a view from the window in Kansas, Kentucky, Nebraska, Tennessee, and Missouri.  I have been to airports in Atlanta Georgia and the LaGuardia in New York.  I have also been to the San Pan Chinese restaurant in Washington D.C.

I have always wanted to go to New England in the fall.  I would like to visit Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont.  I may have an opportunity to go to upper state New York by the end of the year, but I’m not counting on it.  I guess we’ll see.

The only country I have been to outside of US is Canada

Lake Louise Alberta Canada

Stanley Park Vancouver British Columbia

Mom  on the border of the Yukon and Alaska

Dash TV#3 States I've been to: H - O

What States Have You Visited?

Of the fifty states it looks like I’ve been to (or through) almost half.  Some I have already posted about.  Most haven’t been mentioned.  So here are more 

Hawaii       I have been only once.  My paternal grandmother had signed us up through a tour guided group after I had graduated high school.  We flew and traveled by bus to the different islands. 

Idaho         We would  stop at Lava Hot Springs whenever we would go to Pocatello.  We usually stayed in Pocatello or Idaho Falls on our way to Yellowstone National Park.  When I was six or seven, my paternal grandfather took all three of his children and then four grandchildren to Sun Valley resort in Idaho.  I don’t have many memories except for what mom told me.   I have also been through Twin Falls and Boise.  I went to Ricks College for a year and so recided in the dorms and had lived in Rexburg for eight months.

Steven in Idaho Falls

at Rick's College

Montana   Whenever we would go to Yellowstone, we would always go by way of the west entrance.  For the most part we would find lodging in West Yellowstone, Montana.  I don’t remember having visited any other city until after my mission.  Some friends I had made in Woodbridge, Virginia ended up moving to Missoula, Montana.  The first time I had gone, I had conned my neighbor from across the street to go with me (in his car).  The second time I was with my former companion whom I had served with in Woodbridge.

  

Nevada       Whenever we’d go to San Fransciso we would go by way of I80 passing Elko.  Sometimes we would lodge in Winnemucca or drive a little further but usually stopped before we got to Reno.  We would continue on to San Francisco the next day.  If we were going to Anaheim than we would go through Las Vegas. 

One time we had stopped off in a drug store in Las Vegas.  I don’t know why we all got out of the car, but we did.  Corey had busied himself on a foosball table.  I don’t recall what each of the rest of us were doing, but we had each returned to the car and drove off while Corey continued to play foosball.  I don’t know how long we drove before we realized he wasn’t in the car with us.  We returned to find him in a panicked state.  Ironically, he currently lives in Las Vegas with his husband.

when Jenna was a baby

 New Jersey      When Roland’s brother got married in New Jersey, all of his siblings came.  Jenna was only a year at the time and just learning to walk.  She thought it would be glorious to walk up and down the aisle of the plane and was quite upset that I wouldn’t let her.  We really didn’t see much of the state or did any activities other than attend the wedding and visit.

Oregon       Other than current city and county (which by the way, geographically is the same size as Rhode Island) where I currently reside, I have been to Tillamook, Newport, McMinnville, Portland, Eugene, Bend, Burns, Coos Bay, and Salem to name a few.  My Oregon journey started in this post   

seals in Newport 2015

Dash TV#3 States I've been to: A-C

What States Have You Visited?

Of the fifty states it looks like I’ve been to (or through) almost half.  Some I have already posted about.  Most haven’t been mentioned.  So here goes (alphabetically speaking)

Alaska        I had gone on a cruise with my mom and grandma.  I created six posts starting with this one.

Arizona     My first encounter with the state was Grand Canyon which I had gone to first with my immediately family and later on (several years later; I believe Corey was either on his mission or going to school) all of the girls had gone to the North Rim.  It hadn’t even been our destination.  Mom wanted to take Grandma Mary somewhere and that is where we ended up.

North Rim Grand Canyon about 1995

I have also been to Phoenix, Mesa, Flagstaff and Tucson (to name a few).  I had taken Corey to Phoenix with me when one of my former missionary companions got married in Paradise Valley.  After my dad had passed away, we spent our first Thanksgiving without him driving to Mesa and spending the holidays with Sunny’s family.

Roland has a sister living in Tucson and so I have been to Tucson at least three times to visit with his family.  One place I enjoyed going was Old Tucson that gets used as a production set for several westerns.

California  cities I visited included Anaheim (Disneyland) Hollywood, Los Angelos and whatever cities we drove through to get from Anaheim to San Francisco, Burbank, San Bernadine – though I was really too young to remember the last two mentioned.

my mom, me, dad holding Patrick, Grandma Mary

          I’d gone to Disneyland with my immediate family several times.  Sometimes we would include Universal or Knott’s Berry Farm in our agenda. Jenna has been to Disneyland two times.  Once when she was two and in this post.

Corey at Knott's Berry Farm

Most of the time I had gone to San Francisco I had gone with my family to see my maternal grandmother and the only grandpa I can remember.  But I had also gone to San Francisco twice without my family.  There was a year I had gone with the drama club to Berkley for a competition.  We toured San Francisco in addition. My grandma and a friend of hers had come to the hotel to pick me up and take me out for dinner.  They arrived in a Volkswagen Bug but the way some of my classmates were looking at me getting into the car, you would have thought I was getting into a limo.

The last time I went to San Francisco was two weeks before I met Roland.  Mom and I had gone to clean out grandma’s apartment.  My brother, Corey, did such a fantastic job comparing then and now pictures in this post.

  

Mom and I had also made several road trips traveling from Midvale, Utah to Bakersville, California where Corey had landed a job at a melodrama theatre.  I enjoyed going on the road trips and I enjoyed watching the performances.

Baker, California

Colorado   The first time I remember going to Colorado was to visit my cousins who had moved to Denver temporarily.  We took Grandma Helen and we rode the train.  We went to a Buffalo Bill memorial and the Coors Beer Company.  We also crashed a birthday party that my cousins had been invited to. 

Coor's parking lot

Word and Dash posts in pocket

          Roland has started his “vacation”.  Initially had wanted to go somewhere – first Disneyland – though I would rather go in October.  He then decided that perhaps we could just do a bunch of day trips and see a play in Eugene or Portland.  I told him I’d rather not spend the money right now – not with all the credit we still have yet to pay off.  So he’s taking a “stay-cation”  in which he will be working harder (labor) than he does at his job (quality insurance) fixing up the yard and whatever household projects need attention.

          I’m predicting that Roland’s stay-cation will be labor for me and Jenna also.  He usually asks for us to help him right when the sun is blazing overhead.  He already feels neglected that I would rather be on the computer corresponding, organizing files, looking up information or whatever it is that I happen to be doing.  I predict that I won’t be creating new blog posts for this week.  Fortunately I have a few back up files – one just happens to be a three part dash.  I think that will be my post for this week.  Perhaps some more homonyms.

Ground Squirrels and Airplanes

            The church has a pear orchard in Medford, Oregon.  Each year the church donates the pears to the food bank and those on welfare (see here)  The Roseburg stake (church boundary that I belong to) has asked its members to pick pears at least once a year.  Our assigned day is usually the third Saturday in August.  This is the fifth year that we (our family) have gone to pick pears for a service project.

            Each year we have tried to stay for more than a couple of hours.  Each year our health has prevented either Roland or I from wanting to continue.  The last two years were so filled with smoke, it was hard to breathe.  Last year I had filled my bag only half way before I’d make the long trek to the pear bin.  

I used to be in better shape.  I vaguely remember telling a couple that I would watch their kids if she would like to go and didn’t think about it again until Friday night. Oops!

taken last year

            My back was bothering me earlier on Friday morning.  I decided that I wouldn’t even wear a pear bag but just place my pears in either Roland’s or Jenna’s bag or perhaps even the missionaries who we had taken with us (and fed them as well). But Roland made it known that I was having back problems and I was assigned to do another job that was perhaps as equally important but I felt useless in my position.

            Volunteers were asked to stay on one side of the orchard and continue their climb until they were directed to turn, but volunteers were turning before they crossed the creek – which is where they put me – so I could direct people.  Trouble was that by the time they put me there, there were less volunteers checking in at the bottom and so I really didn’t have much to do except for sit there.  Yes.  They let me sit.  So that was a plus.  But I also really did wish to help pick pears.

            I figured the van could pick up passengers and drop them off and make its way around the orchard in just five minutes.  But it no longer came as often nor held as many passengers.  I think it passed me only five or six times before Roland and Jenna found me.  I did see the tractor with fork lifts on each end with the ability to lift two bins.   Odd.  I remember the tractor dragging a larger number of bins than just two.  I saw something similar to this my first two years:

not actual, but you get the gist

            This is what I saw this year:

  

not actual, but you get the gist

            We had left the house at four in the morning and I’m not fully awake at that time.  I did not have a jacket or a hat that would cover my ears.  Roland had asked if I needed my glasses, but I’d be wearing sunglasses and not reading.  Right next to my glasses was my watch.  I wish I would have grabbed it.

I was dressed for the heat and was cold and did not know where I was direction wise (I knew the location of east, north, west and south when I was living in Salt Lake, but have lost that since being in Oregon) and did not know which way was east.  Apparently behind me.  I saw the shadows move and purposely moved my chair into the sun (which is rare.  I am usually always looking for shade.)

            I had a beautiful view.  I looked at the moon which appeared like a perfectly circled cloud – slowly it faded into the background until it disappeared.  

The sky was never blue like the middle indicates;
the moon looked pretty much like in the middle
but kept on fading as the morning light shone.

My view reminded me a lot of seeing Salt Lake City from one mountain range to another – except for the foreground.  It was quiet.  It was pretty.  The sky was blue.  It wasn’t blue the last two years we had gone.  I had no idea how close the pear orchard is to the airport or to the temple, but could make out both in the distance.

my view from the red dot

            I think I heard the airplanes before I saw any of them.  I would watch a few of them as they headed west or northwest.  I would watch until they disappeared.  I didn’t see any from the south at all, but I could hear them. I saw a few seem increase in size as they made their way toward landing.

            Aside from counting planes, I counted ground squirrels after I noticed some movement across the creek.  

I also saw a confused bee frustrated at not finding pollen in the grass.  I hoped the orange vest I was wearing wouldn’t somehow attract the bee.

Water Fitness

        The largest sized classes 
take place in July.  By

mid-August the number dwindles

as there are several who

are instructors and have

already started their

        “back to school”.

There were only six of us

in the pool yesterday. 

          Usually toward the end of class

children will start staggering in

for their swim lessons which

follow our water fitness class. 

          There was no staggering and

I wondered if maybe they had

discontinued with the lessons as

several life guards may be

returning to school as well.

          Then they came.  A heard of

children entered just as our

class was coming to an end.

I guess that means summer is

          coming to an end as well.

I'm sad that Dottie is 
          no longer with us.  I 
think of her each time I 
          park as we would park in
the same area.  Her dogs 
          would always bark at me.
I miss Dottie.  I don't
          miss her dogs.

Dash #48 Wise Motto

I don’t know that it’s my motto or creed.  

I do have a stone tile over the fireplace 

that has the verse from Jacob 6:12

Good Motto

The Power of YET

          I like having people look me in the eye when we’re talking.  It annoys me when the person I’m talking to seems more focused on a toy, tablet, or another device.  For years I just thought of it as rude.  Yet over the years, I have learned that some people pay better attention when they seem focused on whatever they may have in their hands. 

          Jenna is one of those people who pay better attention when it appears that she doesn't seem to be focused at all.  She gets annoyed with people who don’t realize that she’s paying attention when she is.  I have already created a post about her ability to talk and listen at the same time.  It boggles my mind that she is able to do that. 

          Nobody ever learns at the same level – though it didn’t seem so obvious when I was a youth as it does now.  Some kids need the fidget spinners or to doodle in his/her notebook while the instructor talks.  It’s frustrating as a teacher to feel like a student is not paying attention – and surprising when that student can participate even though it appears the mind is elsewhere.  Jenna may be participating in class discussions while doing origami, but what about the students sitting near her who seem to be more interested in what she is doing than what the instructor is saying.

          Within the learning environment, we run into distractions all the time.  How do we handle these distractions while trying to create the feeling of equality though none of us will ever feel equal?  We’re not.  We are all different people learning at different rates, sharing our likes, sometimes tolerating our dislikes or not.  We fight to be equal but can’t seem to accept that we’re not.  Schools seem to be short-staffed, classes too crowded, school too small. . .

          I had experienced with different titles for this post.  The title I chose came from the topic given by one of the counselor’s of the stake president who had come to speak to our ward today.  He gave examples of pupils who would whine  “I CAN’T learn math”, “I CAN’T understand these vocabulary words”, “I CAN’T pass the physical”, “I CAN’T get a job”. . . . but he told us to ponder these things and realize we can make these things happen. “I CAN’T learn math . . . Yet”, “I CAN’T understand these vocabulary words . . . Yet”, “I CAN’T pass the physical  . . . Yet”,  “I CAN’T get a job . . . Yet”

          On Friday I had a job interview at the Wild Life Safari.  I met with two of the accountants and the director of human resources.  Roland and I had gone over some possible questions that they might ask me and some questions that I might ask them.  I wasn’t able to hear all the questions as the fan seemed to be louder than the person sitting across the desk from me.  It was the shortest interview that I have ever had in my entire life.  I know I didn’t do well.  I know I had missed some of the questions.

          Aside from working with unpredictable children and possibly animals (although the position I was applying for wasn’t directly related to the animals), I don’t generally allow myself to become distracted when I am working a job the way I do when I am at home.  However, in the exact moment, I was asked if I ever get distracted,  I was – enjoying the air but not the noise of it.  I definitely need to get my hearing checked.  I answered yes because I obviously had been distracted at that moment.  If I had said no I think I would have come across as dishonest.

          I thought I was there for a payroll position but it was for accounts payable which I have never done before in a professional manner.  I’ve paid my own personal finances – which ironically is partly why I had picked the accounting major to begin with – so I could better keep track of my budgeting so that bills would get paid on time.  Of course, I didn’t think of that until just now.  I didn’t consider any of the methods that Roland had suggested after the fact.  I wish I had the same confidence in myself that he has in me.  He is always disappointed that no one company has hired me on the spot. That's not even realistic for me at this point in time.

          The thing with Wild Life Safari is I had responded to an ad that had been posted only an hour before and was contacted that same day for an interview.  That was exciting.  Wild Life Safari is a non-profit organization. I was really excited about that – being able to work for a non-profit than a for-profit organization.  The questions I asked had to do with the organization itself.  I did ask one accounting question.  I forgot to ask how many are staffed at Wild Life Safari. Or approximately how many accounts I would be dealing with.  Or why the position happened to be open.  I really would like to be a part of their team, but I think I blew it.

          I still have a job through the school district.  I have already had a personal request to fill in for one of the aides at Coffenberry.  Just nothing in accounting . . . yet.  And that’s okay.  My job hunting and interviews are only a learning curve.  One day I’ll get better at it and maybe have the desire and confidence that Roland does.  Maybe one day I will be able to do payroll with the school district.  Just not YET.

Heavy Clouds

It’s Saturday

My plans were to sleep in

But the skies sent a pouring rain

POURING

Between 3:30 and 4:00 and

Again at 5:00

I wasn’t ready to get up

Perhaps I will return to

Slumberland

Sometime later today.