Beneath the Wraps

          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...

When the “Come Follow Me” program was announced last year, it was also announced that our Sunday church meetings would go from three hours down to two but that we, as members, were still responsible for filling that third hour on our own and were provided with a manual – one per family.   Jenna and I both predicted that many, though may have started out with great intentions, would not keep on their studies on their own.           As the program was new to all of us, I thought our family could invite others to learn with us and we could all struggle through it together.   Not that going through the scriptures is a struggle.   I had taught the youth when the Church did away with traditional manuals and so had a familiarity – the trying to learn it without instruction seemed a little more trying.             I felt inspired to invite families or individuals to learn wi...

I am a visual person I like parables, analogies, crashcourse videos, mnenomics and pictures The fluff and flowers help me remember. Whatever I'm trying to learn will make more sense if I can compare or have an image in my mind. Roland seems to do better without the fluff and flowers; he can read a wordy textbook or listen to a person ramble on and on during a lecture - the more boring or over my head the more he understands and vice-versa. He has the talent to read the wordy textbook and dummy it down to my level.   I don't have the talent of taking all the fluff and turn it into 68 words instead of just five so that he will understand. We're two different people.