Enjoying the Virtual Touring

          Some people have told me

“Oh, you’ve got to see this site!” 

“You’ll have to visit that place!”

I don’t like crowds of people.  I can view things through books and/or video and probably be happier with it than going there in person – not to rule out visiting said destination if I happen to be in the area – but I don’t necessarily have to visit said sites in person and I’m okay with it.

 On February 4 I took a virtual tour of Palmyra in New York (here).  Today I took a virtual tour of the Mormon Battalion Historical site in San Diego, California.  It was GREAT!!!!  I didn’t have to stand.  I didn’t have to get up and move.  There was no crowd of people – not even online. The tour was my personal tour.  I feel so blessed for having had the opportunity as I had the missionaries to myself.

Who knew that acting might be a requirement of missionary service?  Not all missionaries are called to perform as in a skit.  The sisters called to serve at the Mormon Battalion Historical site become a part of the great story as they introduce us to real life characters that left the pioneer company in Iowa to join the soldiers that President Polk had ordered to serve in the war against Mexico.

I took more screen shots.  Some turned out nice.  Some not so great – they either blurred or changed more quickly than my fingers were able to press.  I enjoyed the creativity of the tour and learning more about the historical events.  

outside building

Sister Curtis and Sister Collins starting the tour

it was interesting to watch the portraits move

you'll notice that most of the portraits have left

Sister Collins demonstrates the equipment used

couple behind the window

Sister Curtis holds a washboard. Behind the
window is a viewing screen (see above)

mapping out the trek

more reenactment displayed on this screen

bringing the tour to a close/answering questions

moving to the display cases

a closer look and discussion about the shoes

 

For more information visit this facebook page (here)  and book a tour of your own.

Changing the Yard

Roland had asked the missionaries if they could assist on Monday.  As they had other obligations that day, they came to help on Tuesday.  Unlike the missionaries who had assisted with Jenna’s fort twelve years ago, the elders who are currently serving this area wore their street clothes as they were bond to get dirty.

        Jenna was so excited when we came home from church one day and discovered a waterfall in the backyard. Roland had diverted the water to run across the yard and toward the water drain.

  After a year his diversion was wiped out somehow and the water would flood our driveway whenever it would rain hard. The reason Roland wanted assistance was to cut into the clay (that is what lies beneath the hill in our backyard.  It isn’t the kind of dirt designed for growing plants) and fill up the hole so that the water doesn’t come into the yard at all.  Thus he built a rough version of a beaver dam to plug up the hole.  I didn’t get any pictures as it is still a walk up the hill.

Three of Danny’s brothers came to assist on Thursday.  Jenna took several pictures of them laboring (the eldest of the three worked harder than the other two put together and so there are more pictures of him; I did not ask permission to share any photos and that is why I post with backs as opposed to faces)

Long Weekend

            My head seems to be disconnected from my body.  Pretty much the entire week I didn't remember what I was supposed to be doing. Jenna was off from school, Roland took off work, but I still had school.

            It rained on Wednesday. It was great as we have needed (and continue to need) the moisture. My class instructor was late getting started on the live lecture. When he finally did get to the topic of conversation, I had to leave before he got into the meat of the assignment.

            Jenna and I had hair appointments.  I normally appreciate the feel and look of my new fresh cut hair, but am having problems with not hating it this time around.

            On Thanksgiving day we went to the Grand Victorian for a potluck combination Thanksgiving dinner/cast party.  I think there were 18-20 people who finally showed up after the designated time.  Roland seemed to know many along with Jenna.  I knew of six - including myself.  For the most part my Thanksgiving was spent in the company of strangers - one in particular who was stranger than the rest.

            I don't know why she showed up at the theatre.  The owner said that it was a private party, but his wife offered to make her a dinner to go even though Roland thought she should stay.  It was in the spirit of Thanksgiving afterall.  But there were two who absolutely did not want her there - and yet she stayed - I think to get warm.  She didn't really eat anything, but just stirred different foods around her plate - and then got up for more as though she had been eating.

           She also tried to engage in conversation by blurting out experiences that weren't even relevant to what others were saying.  Jenna liked her, but the one who sat between Jenna and the intruder was one of those who definitely hadn't wanted her there.  I had moved a chair from the spot where she ended up sitting as it was in the way of those moving from one food table to the next, but Roland had her find another chair for that exact spot.  People kept asking her to move.  I don't think she fully caught on that she was literally in the way.

            The owner had started playing the movie "Sing" but stopped before auditions.  How sad.

            Roland insisted that we go shopping on Black Friday.  Of course my allergies have gone through the roof and I am paying for it today.  Why did I even agree?  I have made it no secret how I feel about shopping - especially at this time of the year.

            We got home to find Jenna in the shed hoping to have all the Christmas decorations set up in the house before we arrived. I opted not to decorate as I learned the missionaries would be coming over to continue teaching Marva and possibly Shelly. Marva called to see if we were still on, and then the missionaries called to reschedule.  Today at 2:00.  It was something we had all agreed upon. 

            Meanwhile Jenna had gotten together with her friend, Marie so that they could practice for the auditions for the Grand Victorian Christmas special.  Marie spent the night.  They laughed and had fun.  This morning they both left the house to continue practicing.  Jenna's initial plans were just to meet up with Roland at the 6:00 try-outs, but was home before noon.

             The missionaries stood us up.  Didn't even bother to make contact until after 6:00.  That's not right.  Meanwhile Shelly and Jenna opened up a gingerbread house and decided they wanted different candy.  Roland took them to the store to pick out what they wanted and Marva and I talked while they were gone.  We ate pie and Roland read a bunch of Christmas stories to us including this one.

            Just after 6:00 Marva drove to the theatre in one car and Roland in another.  She decided she would like to audition as well, but Shelly does not wish to perform on stage.   Usually I tend to feel bloated on the Friday following Thanksgiving, but my stomach did not react until about 8:00 or 9:00 p.m. last night - which I don't understand as I did not eat as much.  They definitely weren't hunger pains.  They were the same kind of pains I would imagine the wolf must have felt after the 7 kids and their mother filled his belly with rocks in this story. 

          Shelly spent the night with us.  We will be meeting her mom at church.

Not Loving My Accounting Class

            So this month's theme seems to be focusing on mergers and takeovers and combinations and blah, blah, blah . . .  There are some aspects of accounting that I don't mind, but I am quite annoyed with the topic of takeovers and stocks and bonds and goodwill and  . . . what the heck?  The reading is boring and hard to translate into English.  I feel like I'm looking at blueprints of trying to run a business patterned after Hitler's dictatorship.  I don't like it at all.

            I have watched part of one video in which a former instructor goes through the assignment using a different example than the one assigned (makes sense) and I am trying to write down how she explains it and I'm just not in the mood (as though I ever will be) partly because I feel so worn out right now.

            Carolyn picked me up this morning and we drove to Sue's to cut down blackberry bushes.  They grow wild here.  Nobody plants them on purpose.  We cut for about two hours and then Sue treated us to lunch.  I am sore and should sleep well tonight.  The missionaries are coming tonight to teach Marva and Shelly.  We are planning on going to the coast tomorrow.  Probably won't start on my assignment until Wednesday morning.  Perhaps I'll be able to get it done before the lecture.  Guess I'll know more on Wednesday.  May post again on Thursday if I do.