Beneath the Wraps

               When I was in seminary each student received a package of 40 scripture cards for at least three years. I managed to save 120 of the cards.   The red cards were part of a package I had received in my freshman year, green doctrine and covenants cards recived in my sophomore year and blue Book of Mormon cards in my junior year.   I don’t have old testament cards.   That doesn’t mean that they didn’t exist.   I really don’t remember one way or the other.             Cards offered key words for reference and memorization.   I hadn’t memorized them all.   There are some I still remember.   Sometimes we were challenged to carry our scriptures to all of our classes.   Sometimes we were told the scripture cards would be sufficient.   Thus I started punching holes to carry on a large ring binder.   I don’t know how I was able to save the...

  The air quality was down this morning.   I forgot to see what rating   - moderate.   I went to the Church to pick up Jenna.   I took the dog and had her out of the car when the kids came out of the building from seminary.   They all gave the dog attention.   Today is the last day that they will visit as three of them will start at the high school tomorrow.   I know that Jenna feels bad that she won’t be returning with them.   She is frustrated with the online classes.   But flu season is coming up in addition to Corona.   The air quality hasn’t been great I just checked it and it’s worse than it was yesterday.   How can that be?   I had drawn back the curtains and could see the hills better than just the outline that was provided yesterday.   I can feel and see the thick smoke again.   The air quality report has us back up to hazardous.   My curtains are closed...

          As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, Jenna received an envelope with some activities.   One of the suggestions was to make energy bites – which really didn’t turn out to be as wonderful as had hoped.   But I wasn’t watching to see Jenna measure all things.   I don’t think there was as much peanut butter and honey as the recipe called for as it was really too dry to mold.   We spooned into our mouths like a cereal.   It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either.   It seemed sweet enough.   We both got the impression that I enjoyed the taste more than she.           Last night I suggested that we add flour to the mixture.   I added flour and eggs and should have added some sugar or more honey as well, but did not.   The mix came out more like drop biscuits or definite unsweetened cookies.   Roland and I did not care for them, but I notice...

          There were several signs of spring before it the equinox made (or will make) it official.   So many trees in pink and white blossom and all the daffodils and allergies.    Though my eyes appreciate the view from a distance, I have a hard time with spring up close as my sinuses go ballistic.   My ears tear and my nose runs.   Allergies.   I’m not sick.   I’m annoyed.   I need more moisture than the air has been providing me with lately.   Time to bring out the humidifier – which always seemed like an oddity for this part of Oregon.   But with Roland always being cold at night, the electric heat is really not agreeing with me right now.             It’s the heat.   It’s not a virus.   I’m not sick.   Even if I do get sick, I won’t admit it.   I’m not going to the doctor’s or hospital.   Ther...

          Jenna has early morning seminary.   She started this morning.   Arrangements have been made for taking the students from the church to the school - though I had planned on assisting with that this morning.   From the time she left the house to the time I arrived at the church was one of the quickest hours I have ever experienced in my life.             I had forgotten about her being in seminary or school traffic or buses or how much I loathe driving in school traffic.   I had somehow managed to forget all of that during the summer.   As soon as I pulled out of my driveway and saw a school bus, I thought "Oh, no." And then I had to fight the brightness of the sun on top of that.   Good grief.           How is it possible that my baby had just barely turned eleven before our official move to Ore...