Beneath the Wraps

         My brother-in-law’s sister had returned home from a lesson on perspective (I think) and posted a thought about her best and worst Christmas – both which had taken place in 2005. It was a great thought, and I asked permission to share it on my blog.   She said that her understanding was that it was up for Church publication and it would be best if I did not share.   I figured when it was published in Ensign magazine, I could refer to the link.   But I don’t see any evidence of publication thus far.          I saved a copy to my own personal files, but seem to have misplaced the ubs or it somehow got deleted or something.   I’ll find it eventually.   Meanwhile I have my own thoughts about one of the longest days of my life (starting out with a trip to the Medford Temple and ending with waiting for Greyhound)          Ju...

On Friday morning, after Jenna and I had parted ways, I decided I would return to the stop where we had got off and take a bus to the high school and transfer there.   I noticed the street was surprisingly clear and I could cross, but first I decided to text the time to see if it was worth the time.   Ten minutes.   I could cross the street and wouldn’t have to wait until I got to the high school. As I was crossing, I noticed lights flashing in all directions from the intersection.   Then it dawned on me – the traffic was light on the side going north because no cars were getting through.   No buses either.   And so I called UTA to find if the detour would skip the stop I was at.   It was a horrible accident .   Traffic was rerouted.   The bus drivers took a route behind the school and over to a road five stops away.   The only stop it made between the two main intersections was the stop where I usually go. To th...

            Most mornings seem to be routine for me.   I make sure that Jenna is dressed and has breakfast before we leave the house to catch the bus.   I take the bus with her because she doesn’t have the confidence in herself to ride it alone – and truthfully I think I would feel neurotic not knowing if she actually got off the bus or made it to school, etc.             I walk her to the grounds behind the school and turn around to head back to the bus stop on the other side of the main road.   Occasionally I will take the train somewhere – like the post office or the library.   Usually I just return home except for the one day I went out to see Kayla – which I need to do again. Jenna always wants to play verbal games as we’re riding the bus.   This morning she asked if I would come up with sentences in English that she could trans...

          I don’t know why I didn’t notice that Jenna didn’t have a hat on when we left the house.   It was drizzling.   I did have an umbrella.   But we hadn’t used it before we got on the bus.   We did when we got off.   Wet rain fell upon the umbrella that somewhat shielded us both.   I was willing to walk her to the front doors of the school, as I knew she would be allowed in the building yesterday.   But she didn’t want to go inside.   I asked her if she would like my hat.   She said no at first but then changed her mind.   So did I.   I kept the hat and let her keep the umbrella. It was a gamble on my part.   Last year her umbrella got stepped on and broke.   She lost my green one that I let her use.   We both got umbrellas at the beginning of this school year.   The wind tore the fabric from one of my spokes.   She misplaced hers. ...

            Last week I purchased bus passes for Jenna and me as Minerva (our neighbor who has been taking Jenna to school) said that her son wanted to start riding the bus again.  I am okay either way.  Morning commute’s not so bad – at least going to school.  Road painting caused delays on the return.             I was returning from the library the other day when a man at the bus stop insisted on talking to me.  I was far more interested in the book I was holding than in anything that he was saying and actually annoyed with his ignorance that I was trying to read.  He said he was looking for a job. Taking baths in the Jordan Canal is getting too cold.  He used to live in those apartments over there.  He still knows people.              He hadn’t shaved because he doesn’t have a razor....

When I was younger there were two bus routes that I could catch on State Street near my mom's house.  The #7 to Highland or the #5 to Parley's way.  One of them went all the way to the zoo - but I don't know which one. When I was working downtown, the route names or destinations had changed.  There were four busses that ran along State Street between 6400 and 100 South.  I could catch the 25 Midvale or the 22 West Sandy where I had caught the two mentioned in the first paragraph.  Or I could walk over to the mall to catch the 24 East Sandy or 12 Murray.  It wasn't that big of a deal to walk from 6400 to my mom's house.  And even though 25 and 22 were closer, I preferred the coming home on the 24 only because I didn't have to cross the street to go back home. Thus far Jenna and I have been fortunate not to have to cross the street when we have ridden to school.  We even have the option of catching a bus near the school without hav...