Saturday, August 24, 2024

Summer Mind Melt

 


               I have had ideas for posting 

but have not made the effort to 

            communicate whats in my brain to 

my fingers to type out what I thought.  

        Its usually gone before the 

computer has booted.  I am so out of it during 

                        the summer.  Either fatigued 

due to the heat or knocked into 

a coma by the wind, fan and/or air conditioning.  

            Summer came early this year.  

            It was in May.  

 And now its August, but it 

                            feels like fall.  

I have been more alert this week.  

Not so tired and in a trance. 

            This morning I got up to turn on

the heater.  What is up with that?

Friday, August 23, 2024

Perfect Weather

 


        It has cooled off severely. 

High today is supposed to reach 67. 

How awesome is that?   

I wish that were the high all year long.

Sunday, August 18, 2024

Pool Party Cancelled

                Since moving to Oregon I have taken a fitness each summer except for 2020.  The class has averaged 10 16 people except for this year.  Mass turnouts.  Each week we have had an average of two to six people who are new to the class or havent attended for several years.  If everybody that came to class at least one time this year were to show up for a pool party, I suspect wed have between thirty and forty people (I am guessing closer to forty) Fortunately not everybody who has attended all summer long turns out every day because that is a lot of people for a workout group.

        I dont recall which year the instructor decided to introduce the pool party idea that would take place the last Saturday before the lifeguards returned to school and the pool closed.  I have only gone to two.  Last year the pool party was closed due to the hazardous amount of smoke in the air. 

    

        Yesterday it rained ALL day.  Poured.  I hadnt seen (or felt) rain that hard in Oregon since Easter of 2015 before we had even moved to Oregon. It was pretty apparent that we wouldnt have the pool party before it was even announced.  No big deal in my opinion.  Id much rather be rained out than smoked out.  And we really needed the rain more than the pool party. 

 

Saturday, July 27, 2024

I Didn’t Wish to Jinx it

                I have been quite lame about posting to my blog this summer.  The weather wipes me out.  Either I am so hot that I can’t think or I’m being sent to a coma by the a/c or fans . . . . or winds.  I have been feeling blessed with the lack of smoke that we have seen this month – although the last two days have brought a haze that I can barely see.  Richard and Jaime can smell it but I cannot.  I’ve had the windows open and just thought it was overcast.

               I’ve been checking the fire map and have not noticed any fires along I5.  Richard says this is blowing from the east of us and is the worst fire in all of Oregon history.  All the fires have been given names – usually after the area it is burning.  This one is called the Durkee Fire – just west of Boise, Idaho (here).  Oh, my heck! 

               We did have a fire in the neighborhood quite recently.  I missed my window of opportunity for taking pictures.  I did that on purpose hoping that it could be maintained and I we wouldn’t have to evacuate.  I heard the fire trucks and new it was close – but not so close that those who live in the adjoining neighborhood wouldn’t be able to get through on our street and would have to park their cars at the base of the hill.  I had never seen so many cars parked or people outside in the neighborhood since we moved in 2016.  But then again we didn’t have most of those neighbors before 2020.  Weird.

               I did not see the fire.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen the flames from any fire – only smoke.  White smoke at that – the water sprays were the same white color and the fire was out. I don’t know what happened but am very grateful that it was out shortly after the trucks arrived.  Perhaps I’ll create a follow up post if I should hear about what may have happened.

Monday, July 8, 2024

Growth and Shrinkage

           The last ward we attended in Utah was called Granger 14th.  Boundaries were exceptionally weird, but we did have enough activity that there were two adult Sunday Schools. I don’t recall anyone having multiple callings.  It was a good ward.

          We had only been here for a couple of years when we returned to Utah for my late daughter-in-law’s funeral.  We had been invited to stay for a linger longer at the Granger 14th.  A lot of people had moved out of the ward in that two years time.  A LOT.  I asked someone if a lot of members were on vacation.  Looking around she claimed that most of the ward was in attendance.  The ward had shrunk.

          When Jaime and I had gone back for a visit last year we were told that the Granger 14th had dissolved. That's too bad.  Understandable, but still sad.

          The other day I received a phone call from my sister updating me on the boundary changes that had taken place within their stake (first area where Richard and I had moved to).  She, for one, was grateful for the change as there has always been an overwhelming amount of members who were not active and so did not have callings.

          Our current ward has had a lot of inactivity as well.  I have never lived in a ward where I couldn’t walk from one end to the other.  I don’t know how many miles the ward boundary covers.  I know there are some who if they visited others would take over an hour just to arrive at one another’s houses. 

          We have had six or seven convert baptisms just this year.  Most are still active.  There is one who is slipping and two that have received the discussions but have not committed to baptism – rather have listened to those who are against having them baptized.

          There is growth – such as having only six wards in our stake after we moved in.  We now currently have seven. There is also shrinkage. 

Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Lift Where You Stand

 

According to my Cryptogram puzzles Pope Francis said “God Never gives someone a gift they are not capable of receiving . . .” referring to the gift of Christmas, but I took it to another level and posted the following to the RS page:

God never gives us gifts that we are not capable of receiving. He never gives us a calling that we are unable to fulfill. If we are willing and ask in faith for His loving guidance we can perform as an instrument in His hands. We can go from an unpopped kernal to desirable popcorn that we were meant to be.

The last part of the quote comes from Ben Wilcox “Come Follow Me” lesson for next week (here)

          I know that there are people who struggle with their callings as they feel inadequate in the position due to their lack of knowledge or being able to relate to those they serve or those they serve with.  I do not foresee that in my current position or presidency, but I know when I was initially called back in 2018 there were some challenges that were in attendance.  I’ve served with three different presidents now and think we are at our best this year.

          Some presidents have delegated with no problem, others don’t seem to know the meaning of the word.  Sometimes the calling we are given is to serve those have trouble with delegating or handing the reigns to someone else.  Sometimes for those we serve.  Often for ourselves. 

          My mom accepted all callings she was asked to fulfill – often with a lack of enthusiasm or self confidence.  She had taught in primary, nursery, cub scouts and Relief Society and was diligent in her calling and always prayed for guidance.

          One year when my brother was about eight or nine she had been called to teach his class.  She had one rebellious youth who challenged her as he needed discipline and she seemed to focus on that aspect of her calling.  She made an appointment to see the bishop to ask if she could be released.  And then something amazing happened . . .

          Now this is in the day of landlines and long distant calls – costly at that.  She received a call one day (before her appointment with the bishop) and it was another student from her class.  She had gone out of town to attend the funeral of a family member and had been having a hard time with her emotions but then remembered something my mom had taught her in primary.  She was still out of town when called my mom (long distant) to thank her for teaching her about the Holy Ghost.  It was a confirmation to my mom that she needed to stay put in the primary class and not focus so much on the poor behavior of one student when there were several others who were learning.

          My mom often compared herself to others saying that she didn’t have the talent to lead music as well as Bro. Smith and felt mortified if ever he walked by while she was leading music.  Or teaching.  She didn’t have the same theological understanding of the scriptures as our neighbor Peggy for instance.  I would get upset with my mom and lovingly scold her because she was called to lead the music perhaps for her own growth – and I doubt that Bro. Smith ever thought, “I could do this better.  What was Heavenly Father thinking allowing her to lead music?”

          We all have our own talents and abilities.  We can’t all reach every single person in the same manner that someone else might.  I, for example, prefer the simplistic teaching as opposed to the theological scholars who speak in four syllable words and I have no idea what they’re talking about.  My brain is not that complex.  Nor was my mom’s.

          One day she was teaching her lesson and scolding herself for not knowing the lesson inside out, forwards and backwards and with her eyes closed.  At the end of her lesson a member who had not been to church for several years came up to her and thanked her for her simple lesson.  It had been easy to understand.

          “See,” I told my mom.  I don’t recall my exact words but I reminded her that we all have talents – some aren’t as polished as others, but that’s okay.  We are all here to learn and grow together.  Some might need a nudge to get going.  We all have potential.

        The title of my blog post?  I got that from a talk I read this morning.  Elder Uchtdorf's talk to the general priesthood October 2008 here

Saturday, June 29, 2024

Another Death

           Our Saturn was such a good car and I hated to see it in non-driving, special (and expensive) repair state – especially after all the money we sunk into it.  Brand new tires.  Our cars have a way of getting “killed” right after the tire investment.  So unfair.

          Our Saturn was a very good car.  Outlived its 22 years I think.  We put many  miles on that car going from Utah to Arizona and back.  Climbing hills of Nevada and Oregon.  Roseburg and back.  Medford and back.  Many miles. Over 100,000. 

          In my mind I can hear “taps” being played.  My eye sheds a tear for our beloved car.  I’m sorry that you’re gone now. 


My mom is the Saturn's original owner.  Today is her birthday. Happy Birthday, mom.  Miss you.  Look forward to reuniting with both you and dad when the time is right.

Friday, June 21, 2024

Another June Passing

            One of my uncle’s funeral is tomorrow.  He passed away on the 12th. It is in Utah, thus I won’t be attending.  I feel bad that I am unable to attend as I look back on the year that we had moved to Oregon.

          I had another uncle pass away on the 6th of June.  He had been battling cancer off and on and finally decided to throw in the towel. My cousin had wanted to have one last Christmas in July party.  She told everybody it was because Richard and I would be moving to Oregon – and who knew when we’d return.  But it was really for her dad – who had passed the week before the scheduled event. 

From what I remember more than half the family would be out of town due to other commitments.  And yet the day of his funeral all of the family returned even though so many had said they’d be out of town that day.  Every family member was represented as I recall.

It didn’t appear that any of my dad’s children would be there tomorrow.  But I do have one brother who made arrangements to catch an earlier flight in order to be there.  For that I am grateful. 

Thursday, June 20, 2024

Hacked

           Someone hacked the facebook account of a friend of mine.  The person than changed her profile to the name of another.  The account that was hacked belonged to a married sister.  The change made was that of a male with profile pic and location created.  That is far as I got.  I didn’t know him but the friend section said that we had two friends in common.  Before taking the opportunity to inquire of each of them I got the word that the account had been hacked.

In the RS page a guy’s name was coming up on things that she had posted or commented on or liked.  I deleted a lot of it but some of the likes still remain – I don’t know how to change them.  Meanwhile I have blocked him and sent the word out for my friends NOT to accept any friend requests.  I had tried to report the incident to facebook but couldn’t seem to get passed a certain step. 

Why do people do that?  Why go in and mess with someone else’s account?  What is the purpose? 

I do NOT open messages if I don’t know the person – or sometimes when I do and they are messaging me out of the blue.  I hate to be suspicious – but I have reason to be.  Facebook is a form of communication that can reach multiple people.  It’s a tool.  Hopefully a useful tool.  But there’s always a price.  My good faith has turned into judgment and suspicion.

The other day I was in another group page in which an individual made the claim that he loved being in the church and would soon be baptized.  I congratulated him and he came back with a request for me to send him a friend request.  That did not set right with me.  I really didn’t want to be second guessing what I believed was wonderful news into doubt. 

His post has since been removed – which seems to confirm my suspicions.  Why?  Is it a tool of Satan?  I don’t even know how to feel.  Angry? Sad for those individuals who are trying to sabotage and target others?  What is their purpose behind that method of madness?  Why are there some who feel the need to tear others down instead of building up?  Tell us who you really are.

Sunday, June 16, 2024

Miracles Have Not Ceased

             Our Relief Society lesson last week was taken from Shayne Bowen’s talk on miracles, angels and priesthood (here).  The same talk was used for one of the talks given during sacrament meeting. An inactive member made the comment that she was meant to be there that day as the message was given twice.  It was a good lesson and I reflected on miracles past and present.  Miracles happen every day. Some are obviously more powerful than others.

            When Jaime was still a baby Richard and I had been called as ward missionaries.  Primary baptisms were done at a stake level, but if for some reason only one ward had youth being baptized when the head position was out of town, the ward missionaries were asked to fill the font.  The font took roughly two hours to fill.

            One Saturday I had forgotten my assignment of filling the font – which normally I did as Richard always seemed to be working.  I don’t even know who called to ask if I had the keys to the stake center.  When I arrived there were about forty or so people waiting outside and I was crying.  The font filled quicker than it had ever done – I’m sure due to the prayers of those who had stood around waiting.  That was a miracle.

            About six months before my mom passed I had taken the car into a transmission place.  I paid for a diagnosis test and learned that fix the damage would be roughly 6,000 dollars.  We did not have that much income or credit.  Fixing the car wasn’t going to happen – and yet I needed something to drive. I prayed over that car more times than I care to admit – before driving Jaime to school, before driving out to see my mom . . . you get the gist. It was the car I drove as Richard used the Saturn.

            Four days after my mom’s funeral I took the Saturn as it was behind.  I knew that Richard had an appointment to take my oldest son to inquire about another car.  I was visiting with my sister-in-law when I received a phone call about the other car – the one I had prayed over each time I left the house or wherever I was at.  The car was dead.  No big surprise to my ears.  I left my brother’s house and returned home.

            The following day my eldest son pushed the car to the transmission place around the corner.  Now, in Utah (in my experience with most dealers in Salt Lake) once you have paid the fee the history of the car is wiped out from the files of the dealer (mechanic, whatever) but in this case the guy not only remembered me but was able to look the diagnostic up.  He asked me how long it had been since I had replaced the fuel pump.  I didn’t even know what he was talking about.  I told him that I hadn’t replaced anything or did any kind of work since the diagnosis six months earlier.

His jaw seemed to drop to the counter as he unbelievably asked, “How have you been driving around all this time?”

“Prayer”

Recently Richard and I went and saw “Unsung Hero”.  It is a remarkable story full of miracles. The filming also consisted of just as many miracles as explained here. So awe inspiring.  All of it.               

         Miracles take place each time I drive or walk out the door and don’t fall as I cross my yard.  Plant life is a miracle.  Cooled down weather is a miracle.  Thoughts shared on facebook that I may read at just the right time.  A loaf of baked bread. 

I am grateful for all the miracles large and small. 

Thursday, June 13, 2024

I Hope the Lifeguards get/got a Raise

         The workout and pool activity here in Myrtle Creek has always been more than reasonable. When they raised their prices this year it did not seem like such a big deal.  In fact, the attendance has increased within the class.  We have never had as much as 8 people show up the first week (or sometimes even the entire first month) let alone 11.  Of course most of us are getting the pass deal – which really is a deal. 

          A few years before the pandemic there was a fundraiser created to help build added features to the South Umpqua Memorial Pool.  The fundraiser (here) took place in both 2018 and 2019.  I don’t know what happened to the money that was raised or what improvements were made.  I don’t see that anything tangible was added. 

          Initially we were told that the money would be going towards a splash pad – but that never happened.  An electric pool cover would be more beneficial I think.  I didn’t think about it so much until this morning when I saw all the hard work that goes into taking off the giant tarp and probably more work putting it up as we have had the challenge of the wind the last few days.

          The pool is normally uncovered by the time I get there, but I watched in both admiration and unbelief as I watched two female life guards moving and handling the sandbags and then pulling off the tarp.  I watched as the instructor joined them in removing the cover that has been keeping the pool warm this year.

          In years’ past once the pool gets uncovered it remained uncovered until the end of the season – but this year I was told they decided to save on energy and heating expenses.  I wish they would have thought about that the last two years as the pool had always felt cold.  But it really has kept it warm – at least for the morning.  But the wind does seem to cool it down rather quickly.

          It has also been more clean though not totally free of bugs and debris – there’s definitely not as much.  I remember lifeguards scooping out unwanted guests with a giant net.  They haven’t had to do that this year.  And I know the year has just started.

          I would like to see the lifeguards spend less time setting up and taking down equipment and focus on what their purpose is for being there.  Thus far I have not seen any that have had cause to jump in and save someone.  Aside from the class they seem to be babysitters as far as reminding patrons of pool rules.  Walk, don’t run.  Don’t perform unwanted acts. Common sense stuff.  They also teach swim lessons.

          In years past the pool seemed to have a good amount of lifeguards.  I’ve been told that this year they only have six.  That’s not good.  I don’t know how many are used at one time.  Two are needed for the morning class.  I don’t know how many for open swimming.  I would think all of them.  Probably have to limit the amount of people that are let in. I usually only do morning class.  And Jaime prefers the uncrowded river  as opposed to the crowded pool. 

          I had heard that is why the pool was built in the first place – to keep the youth out of the river.  I was only a year old when it was built and living in Utah.  I had no incline of its existence until we moved here in 2015.  I am grateful it is here.  I am grateful to the community who support it.

Saturday, June 8, 2024

Home at Last

 Jaime's last week in Ashland

Final Thursday and we will

pick her up on Friday.

I am certain that I am more

excited than she is.

She would like to stay in

Ashland