Beneath the Wraps

                I have boxes of tax files and insurance policies, receipts, warranties and so forth.   I have memorabilia, started scrapbooks, sooooo many photos.   Lesson outlines and lesson ideas.   And I’ve gotten rid of a lot.   So why does it feel like all the paperwork keep growing?           I don’t have to save any of it right?   Aside from all the tax detail, insurance policies and so forth, most of this could just be obtained from online, right? So why the heck am I saving it?   As Jaime has never been as sentimental as I am, I am certain that she would not care if I threw out all that I’ve been saving instead of having her go through it and throw it away.             And the pictures.   Oh my gosh.   There are so many pictures.   I have scanned all of the pictures – I think.   So why am I h...

                 I’m certain that my insurance policy must be in the shed as I can’t find it in the house.   Too many things have been pushed aside.   I haven’t had the room to go through them until now but don’t wish to tote everything back into the house only to take it out again.   I can be more effective when it warms up – but not to scorching.              I can’t sort through papers while I’m wearing gloves and so my fingers are cold after having gone through two boxes – neither had any hints of what I thought should be present.   My fingers are so cold I couldn’t do anymore.   But I was having fun looking as I came across memories of handwriting, saving various assignments from Jaime’s school, an old photograph of a cousin and his wife.   The photograph isn’t labeled.   If I should die right away, no one in Oregon is going to know who ...

            We fed the missionaries on Friday though the air quality was not that great.   They did not seem to mind as we built and ate Hawaiian haystacks out on our porch and visited for a bit.   I’d given them containers to take home some food which they said they would give me on Sunday.   Sadly that was my main objective for going as I knew we haven’t returned to normal and I thought it would be depressing.   Only the speaker was allowed to remove his mask.   We were told we could sing but had to leave our masks on.   I chose not to sing as the smoke has been enticing me to cough. Several announcements were made before the bishop talked about how many of us are opinionated and often our opinions will put us into a box. There are a wide variety of boxes that exist – in our jobs, in our community, the way we serve (he didn’t say politics – but that is one I had thought of) . . . some people, such as the Pharisees, will...