Beneath the Wraps

           I know I make worse of situations inside of my head than how they really are – especially if I haven’t gotten a proper amount of sleep.  I know I shouldn’t be uptight and I know I shouldn’t dwell on what I can’t change – like missing dishes that have made their way out of the kitchen and haven’t been returned.  My imagination runs away with me and I get carried away – which reminds me this skit of Ernie returning a vacuum cleaner.            Often when I allow things to get out of hand the real life situation will have the opposite results and I find I have worked myself up for nothing.   Yesterday I had gone to the temple though Satan had done his best to keep me away.   After the session had ended Richard and I continued to Ashland to collect Jaime to bring her home for the next four days.   She presented me with a cup that has an owl on the side.   She said it was for my birthday (w...

  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 ...

  I have tossed a few ideas around on what to post.  Meanwhile I received these in the mail.  Enjoy. For the sweetest Grandma! Happy Mother's Day! Doesn't Rochelle have the most fabulous hand print?  I admire her creativity.

            Over the years Jenna has had many photos taken with Santa.  This one taken in 2010  is my absolute favorite and I don ’ t even know who took it.    We had been living in West Valley for only a week and were still not familiar with most of the ward members.   I did not have my camera and someone waiting in line to take pictures of her own children offered to take some pictures from her phone and said she would send them to me.   It is rare that anybody from my past has taken pictures for me promising to send them and 20 years later I am still waiting knowing fully well that they will never be sent.   But this sister – who was only visiting our ward and not a member of it - took three shots of Jenna and she did send them to me.   For that I will always be grateful. Roland asked me to send it to him so he could use it for the upcoming Christmas card.   He recreated this Norman Rockwell using ...

Whenever Roland has been approached by Jenna or the boys for whatever occasion (Christmas, birthday) they ask what he wants and he has always answered a homemade card – which Jenna did when she was younger.   But it seems a bit hopeless to make a card for someone who makes cards like these:   Christmas 2016 Christmas 2018 Christmas 2019 2019 I had looked for something to give Roland for Christmas and when I started wrapping other presents I realized that I might not have a gift to have for him on Christmas and quickly wrote this poem: He thought it was great.   I was more surprised by his reaction than I was pleased as I had felt somewhat ashamed of not spending as much time on it as he believes I did.   I am happy that he liked it – or likes it rather.   He shared it with his mom over the phone.   She also thought it wonderful.   Okay.   Cool.   I seemed to have succeeded without really trying.   ...

                Before I applied to the position of a library board member, my neighbor had told me that the library could close.   I did not want to see that happen, and wondered if I would have something pertinent to bring to the table.   As I was the only person in Myrtle Creek to apply for the position, I ended up on the board.   Two months later it was announced that the libraries would close by the end of March.             The Friends of the Myrtle Creek Library formed at the end of February, I believe.   I believe there were over 30 people who attended that first meeting.   I was in awe. Where were all those people been nine months before when the library had asked for another board member?             No one had really been against keeping the library open.   The opposition had been to the ...