Beneath the Wraps

             We’ll be picking Jaime up on Tuesday.   The other three should be out before her return.   They were supposed to move in today but a water line broke.   Always something.   I have really been trying to let things go and apply the scriptures to my current situation.   Sometimes I am successful but only sometimes.   More often I find myself irritated with all these little bits of ember that add up into a fiery blaze.           I didn’t wish to focus on my irritations but at the same time knew that I needed to write things down as a reminder why they are never coming back to live under the same roof as me – smiling as I do it because I think about their also keeping a list of reasons why they will never return.   I’m guessing they are more excited by the move of finally getting out on their own than I am to see them go. I personally don’t believe they are financ...

            Where do I start on this post?  At the beginning?  I don’t remember when the beginning was.  Sometimes I will see an ambulance parked (but still running) in front of one of my neighbors’ houses.  At least once I have seen a paramedic truck.  I have always wondered why they aren’t sent in clusters.             In Utah it seemed no matter what emergency vehicle we would specify, they would all show up.   I hadn’t seen that in Oregon since this post almost a year ago.   Jenna calls it cruel irony.   But let me back up again.           Roland had an appointment to go to the dentist yesterday.   My appointment is not until July 29 but there was a cancellation for yesterday at 3:00.   How cool is that?   I charged both of my kindles expecting we’d fulfill this outlandish date.   Then they had a...

A virtual stake conference was scheduled for Sunday.  Of course we couldn ’ t watch it at home as we had no internet.  Our options were to either miss church or watch the video at the church building. I think Roland was planning on working with connecting the internet as soon as it was warm enough, but I told him if he wanted to be blessed that he would have to go to Church with Jenna and me. When we hold ward meetings each Sunday, the podium and microphone are wiped down between each speaker.   They did not do that at stake center in Roseburg (we did not go to Roseburg but watched the broadcast at the building in Myrtle Creek) and it was kind of freaking me out – especially since two of the stake presidency were quite moist with emotion.   I guess when you are on the stand behind the speaker you don ’ t notice what the speaker is doing or how he/she might be spreading germs around unintentionally.   I personally don ’ t enjoy sitting behind the speaker as I ...

          Somewhere in my memoirs is a Beetle Bailey comic strip printed in September 1999 – maybe 2000.   Of course, I can’t locate it and thus I will describe what happens (although it will take more time).           For those not familiar with Col. Hathaway (or General – whatever he is) he is bald – which I had never thought about one way or the other as his head is always covered with his army cap.   The only hair that is visible on his face are two little white eyebrows and a small white mustache (about the same size as his nose).   In this strip, Hathaway has his hat off and placed on his desk.   He announces that he has heard that hair can be grown through meditation and so he wants to try it.           For the next four frames we see Hathaway deep in meditation trying so hard to get his hair to grow while his staff p...