Thunder, Rain, Bonnie

 

I remember having feared thunderstorms when I was a child.  I quite like them now – although the lightening still creates concern as of the many fires we’ve had in this state and I guess across the nation.

This morning the thunder was quite loud and the lightening looked close.  Perhaps too close. 

I am no longer afraid of the sound produced by the thunder.  Even though it disturbed my sleep I did enjoy the sounds.  I was in awe that Bonnie didn’t seem bothered by the storm.  But something else was ailing her.  She had an upset stomach.  But she inhales her food.  Something disagreed with her.

She’s an insecure dog.  Doesn’t like to be alone.  Didn’t react to the thunder.  She doesn’t like the rain.  Neither does Richard.  Missed two vendor set ups because of the rain.  We did go to the park yesterday.  It was slow but we did make some profit.  We have now added these Halloween decorations.

Motorcycle Ministry

           A few weeks ago we were finishing up our day as vendors in Myrtle Creek.  A consumer had talked to Richard about setting up as vendors in a church parking lot in Canyonville.  We were told it was open on Fridays. 

          We had gone on a Friday and saw one vendor set up and one waiting for direction.  We were finally told to set up in the dirted area if we planned on leaving before six but could set up in the parking lot if we planned to stay until six.  We chose the part day option.

          Richard traded the first vendor an amplifier for a large bag of figs and grapes.  I believe we got the better deal.  I think that vendor stayed only a few hours before he left.  Meanwhile another vendor set up camp next to us.  We were so far back it’s a wonder we made any sales.  We were told that we could vendor on Wednesday when they had better sales.  Uh, no.

          There is a food truck that gives out free produces.  They were in the parking lot and we were near the fence hoping to sell product.  We had a few lookers but no buyers.  After the food truck ran out of produce, they left and Richard and I could see no purpose in remaining in the lot – the ONLY vendors there. 

          As we were packing up we met Tony.  He presented us with 22 dollars and told us to allow others to take product at his expense.  I did not notice his motorcycle that day.  But he talked to us again yesterday.  He rides his motorcycle from Coos Bay.  I don’t know how often.  I did give away a tea light stand (which I’ve dubbed as a Jack-O-Lantern. 

We still have more items to give at Tony’s expense.  But we will be doing it at Myrtle Creek or Seven Feathers.  I don’t expect we will be returning to the Church.  It was worth a shot and we did meet some fine people.  But it doesn’t work for us as vendors.

Sold product as Myrtle Creek today and will still fulfill the passalongs at Tony’s expense. So nice to meet such a kind hearted man.

Missing Fruit

           The first counselor of the bishopric has been conducting the meetings for this month. It was fast and testimony meeting on August first.  He invited youth to come share their testimonies with warning if they did not do it that week that they would be called upon to share the following week.

          I have been in some wards where when speakers were not present the bishop has called speakers out of the audience.  Some are gifted enough to pull it off.  I would like to be one that can.

          Two years ago I would study the “come follow me” lessons as though I would need to teach.  And last year our bishop used the outline for sacrament meeting talks.  Thus I would study the lesson with a certain topic in mind that I could prepare a talk.  This year?  Sometimes I can find something to share from the Old Testament.  But not every week.

          When the youth were sharing testimonies about their time at camp, I tried to reflect on past activities that I had done as either a youth or youth leader.  Of course the leader ones stood out better as they happened more recently.  I had served the two years prior to my engagement and then marriage to Richard.

          One of the experiences that stood out was a reenactment of Lehi’s dream.  We were asked to hang onto a rope which represented the Iron Rod.  If called upon I would have given a talk relating to that experience as found here. 

I Won’t Be DWTS

           I had signed up for a dance class in my junior year of high school.  It was not on my schedule of classes.  I still wanted to take the class and tried to transfer in.  Nada.  And then I got my report card.  They had me failing this class that I wanted to take but wasn’t taking.  Apparently my name was on the role.  I was so mad!

          The office had a different schedule than the one I had.  I had tried to transfer into the class and the instructor didn’t even recognize my name as her absentee student?  I was angry.  I let every faculty member know how I felt.  It was wrong!  Their failed system was not my fault. 

          Grade retracted.  I did not fail the class I hadn’t taken.  I still wanted the class . . . or so I believed.

          Almost 50 years later I am watching the talents of the pros on Dancing With the Stars and the need for two other dancers to join their team.  I am amazed at what their bodies can do as they learn and create routines and get thrown around and learn new steps and perform in such a short time.  Wow. 

          Start while you’re young.  Even before high school – which I did.  Mom had enrolled me in various dance classes but it is not something I pursued.  It was probably better for me in the long run to not have been part of the class.  I was on the skinny side and may have been one of the dancers that was thrown.  But it’s in the past.  It’s a forgotten desire.

          When I look at the dancers performing on Dancing With the Stars I am in awe.  What talent.  What creativity.  What excruciating hard work!  Probably why it is only on twice a year.  The dancers might need the four to six month rest.  How does that even work?  Do they get a break?  They are putting their bodies in jeopardy every bit as football players who land on each other or hockey players who may sometimes slide and fall or any other athlete of so many different sports.  Dancers are athletes in a sense as it is physically demanding and teamwork is very important.

          I think it’s a great opportunity for those who have that desire and ambition.  I don’t know that I would have had the desire.  I’m not competitive for one thing.  I do have a heart murmur which I’m guessing I’ve had since childhood and thus I do get easily wiped out just walking.  And to be able to dance in heels.  Forget that!

          I appreciate dancers.  I appreciate performers.  I enjoy the music and talents of those who play instruments and sing.  My talent doesn’t lie in singing either.  But I do like to sing and I do like to dance almost as much as I enjoy watching dances and listening to music.

Never Too Early for Halloween

 Jaime's favorite holiday.  New sale introduced yesterday.

Queen Anne's Lace

 Since Sugar and Cocoa have left, Queen Anne's Lace seems to have taken over the yard.  Overall I don't miss the goats.   It would be nice to have a weed free yard.  Dream on!

Between Worlds

           I have been rewatching the series “This is Us” which jumps back and forth from childhood to adulthood and intertwines stories of not only the five Pearsons (Jack, Rebecca, Randall, Kate and Kevin) but others whose paths cross with the five main characters – some becoming main characters more than Jack).  The constant flashbacks usually drive me nuts but I have been looking at this series in a different frame of mind.

          I have only one and a half episodes left.  Rebecca now has dementia and the three children are proposing ideas of how to deal with her care.  They don’t have the gospel.  They don’t pray about their decisions.  They have never done role play the way that we had in my family.  We made decisions based on mom’s desires but also prayed about decisions we made.  For many we knew the answers before the question was asked.

          The biggest one came when the doctors had approached us with the decision of cutting off her leg or putting her on dialysis or perhaps it was time to consider hospice care.  Hospice care.  We all agreed before the doctor walked away.  The recent in-law to join the family was taken aback.  How could we possibly make such a life-changing decision without even thinking about it.  Truth is we had thought about it.  Long before Mom got dementia she had told us that she didn’t ever want to go on dialysis.  It was her wish. 

          Having a missing leg would have been devastating as she was not in the frame of mind to understand why it was missing.  It would have to be explained to her several times a day.  She would have been miserable.  Hospice provided a pleasantness which we all witnessed as she would fade in and out with the other side.  We knew she was happy.  But that is how we were raised.  We were raised not only believing in God but confiding in Him and allowing Him to be a part of our decisions. 

          We have our free agency.  He helps us to be free.  He allows us to feel peace. I wish everybody else had the same closeness that we have in my family.  We are not perfect but our upbringing has certainly made a tremendous different that I don’t see very often.  I wish we were part of the majority.  I wish everyone had that.