Beneath the Wraps

                 I am so grateful for the Come Follow Me program and have expressed my gratitude towards those that share their talents through Podcast and YouTube and for the Come Follow Me site on facebook.   I am really good at following the program until about mid-May.   Summer comes and I am not near as diligent and tend to miss out.   At least   this year.   It appears I had only missed one week of the Doctrine and Covenants.   And that was in November – the week of Thanksgiving when all of the family was sick accept for Jaime.   I do have another confession – though I’ve returned to the program and some sources I have not been so diligent about the Come Follow Me page on facebook.   It used to come up in my feed when I was diligent about my research.   I need to revisit.   I need to get back to my routine. I am better with the fall.   If it would only st...

      It wasn't so much that Kayla was not interested in the Enchanted Forest so much as the drive there.   Roland had asked to take off the last week of March.   It was my understanding that Kayla and her family had planned to leave their house on Friday morning on March 23 - which was the last day of school for Kayla, but not for the school districts in Salt Lake.   Their spring break did not until the following Thursday (the 29th) and so Roland had extra time off before the family arrived.      He wanted to do something special with Jenna and asked her to invite a friend that we might take with us to the Enchanted Forest.   She had asked one friend who initially said "yes" but then had to tell her "no".   She then decided to invite Ashley, whom I had never heard her mention before until that week as she had been invited to Ashley's birthday party.      Problem with many of Jenna's fr...

         I had not noticed what the temperature was when I left the house this morning, but it was cold. I grabbed a jacket and slipped on some long pants before I went. It's felt so hot for so long the drop in temperature makes it seem cold.   I didn't want our swim instructor to be there by herself.   Two other students showed.   The water was colder than the air was.   After fifteen minutes of movement, I still wasn't warm.   I got out of the pool just after 9:30.   It was warmer outside than in the pool.   It is still overcast, but no rain yet.         There was a misty fog hanging over the hills this morning.   I love that sight, but think I enjoyed it more this morning believing it has helped clear some of the smoke - though yesterday was not as bad as Tuesday.   Skies were hazy with smoke since the solar eclipse had passed.   That isn't healthy to breathe.   ...

Yesterday I took mom to the hairdresser. She said it was nice to see her hairdresser again as she hadn’t seen her for a long time . . . which she hadn’t. As I drove her back to where she lives, she kept on asking who it was that had fixed her hair. At Alpine Ridge she was greeted like a celebrity.  Everybody LOVED her hair. She had to check the mirror again as she couldn’t remember. “Who fixed my hair?” she asked again. There was a noise coming from the next room. The noise reminded me of a single bowling lane.  Mom said she didn’t think that’s what it was. Well, I knew that! That’s just what the sound reminded me of. Mom tells me about the woman in the room next to hers. Apparently they were the first two to live there.  No, not live.  They worked.  But Helen is getting slower.  She has . . .  well, she has . . .  she’s just slowing down. “You’re all slowing down,” I thought.. Mom couldn’t remember the word “dementia...

          I could have never become a doctor.  I especially couldn’t have been a surgeon.  For one thing I’m really not smart enough.  Even moreso, I am squeamish.  Major squeamish.  Finding myself nauseated by special effects shown in medical shows and even commercials.  I am a whimp. There really is no denying it.  I can’t pretend that I’m not.  Anybody who knows me knows that I can act my way out of a lot of situations, but not when it comes to my extremely weak guts.  I don’t have nerves of steel.  They’re more like silly putty.           So except for the given profession, I just seem to relate a lot to the Emily Owens character on CW’s Emily Owen, MD .           She has compassion for her patients – perhaps too much compassion.  She feels things and allows emotions to get in the way.  Sometimes w...