I often feel like I am an extra or
cast member in one of those poorly made science fiction movies in which the
government has ordered everyone into isolation.
I feel bad about those who have to go to the hospital as it feels like
they will never return. The only thing
missing from this sf weirdness is the standard silver jumpsuit that seems to be
the attire of the entire planet – though we never see the entire planet. Nor do we really know for certain if the jumpsuit truly is silver as it is a black and white movie.
We’re grounded to our houses for our own
protection while a selected few get to be out in the public eye for “our
protection” – and they end up being eaten by the monsters or disintegrated or
whatever. And those few who are left in
their homes have absolutely no clue what is going on.
There are truths and there are rumors,
precautions and scare tactics, internet jokes and so forth. After a while people are uncertain as what to
believe.
My phone seemed to be ringing off the
hook on Thursday – lots of text messaging.
No hook, really. That was just a
figure of speech.
We had had an activity planned for
Saturday. RS birthday party (which is
today, by the way) and luncheon. Should
we cancel? Should we continue? Pray.
The activity was cancelled two hours before we received word from church
headquarters to cancel all meetings. ALL
meetings.
It generally takes the world a lot
longer to catch up with what the prophets have already revealed. But the schools announced that Friday would
be the last day for a couple of weeks.
It is going to be more than two weeks.
Kids may not return to school until September when they are supposed to
start a new year.
I dialed several numbers after I
returned home. I left many messages and
did not talk to anyone directly until about the fifth call. I understand why the average person would not
pick up the phone as my area code shows up differently than the one in Douglas
County – but most of the people that I called have me in their system. Only I felt like all phone communication was
in an apocalypse. There was the start of that eerie science fiction.
My nephew’s baptism was originally
scheduled for the 14th. I
thought that odd as my granddaughter’s was the week prior. And then his was changed – at the last minute
it sounds. What a blessing that was as
they were still holding meetings on the 7th and having more than 25
in attendance was permitted.
Yes.
We were told more than 200. No
more than 250 (it changed, conflicting messages – which was true? Which is true now) and yesterday the governor
of Oregon said no more than 25. Actually
24. Within 30 minutes we had heard 10 in
some places. Are you kidding me?
I am so looking forward to general
conference on the 4th and 5th.