Beneath the Wraps

  I suppose it’s my own fault for having a “not exactly stressful day” but “not the way I would have done it day” and it isn’t even afternoon yet.   What’s up with that? Pre-pandemic the Relief Society presidency would hold our meetings on Wednesday either at 10:00 a.m. or 1:00 p.m. depending on whether I had accepted an assignment to work at the school.   Meetings were basically arranged according to my schedule.   Ahhh. Then came the pandemic.   It really didn’t matter what time or what day of the week our zoom meetings were.   Even before we had returned back to the two block meetings and held our meetings in person, we had somehow changed to Tuesdays at 10:00 am. which I hadn’t even thought about one way or another until just this very moment. Yesterday I went to the pool for the first time in almost two years.   It had rained before we left and Roland had tried to discourage us from going.   But I knew Carol would be there.   Rain ...

            There is a small group of us who meet at the local coffee shop once a month as we wait anxiously await for the pool to open for the summer so that we can get in our water aerobic workout.   This morning someone had made a comparison of rounded mountains compared to jagged mountains (I personally refer to the rounded as hills and the jagged as mountains) and how different the landscape appears from inside of a helicopter.             Michaela had come out to clear the dishes as we were taking and casually joined in our conversation.   17 years ago she had been living in the bay area and got to be pretty good at driving around Oakland and San Francisco.   She delivered documents and had earned quite a reputation for her ability to have her deliveries made on time.   But over the years she realized that she was bothered by th...