Medford, Ashland and Coos Bay

          In May I was called as secretary to the Relief Society.  Shortly after the new presidency was put in our RS president said she felt inspired to do a monthly temple trip.  We have reserved the second Saturday of each month for the ten o’clock session.  It seems like the most convenient time yet that time slot fills up rather quickly I think the most sisters I saw in attendance was seven and it has tapered off. 

         Yesterday there were only two of us.  I expect it may not kick back up for the next two months as the morning weather has gotten colder and there are many who don’t wish to drive that distance when the weather has turned.

         It was my first time going down without Richard.  I was able to get a ride with the first counselor who was overly thrilled to have the company.  I was also happy for the opportunity as there has always been more comfort in going with another sister than sitting apart from my husband. 

         Jaime had called to ask if we could drop some things off to her and I called the first counselor as we would be down towards that area anyway.  She had been Jaime’s seminary instructor for the first three years that Jaime was in seminary and so was thrilled for the opportunity to see her in her college environment.

         We took Jaime out to lunch to a diner called “Big Al’s”.  It was the first time for all three of us.  The food was delicious and the worker was very personable and friendly. 

 

We enjoyed each other’s company.  Took Jaime back to the campus and went on our way back to Myrtle Creek. I found myself becoming more and more drowsy.  At two o’clock I was in bed and apparently fell asleep sometime between three and four.

         Meanwhile Richard had an adventure of his own as he and our guests headed to the coast.  I don’t think the day lived up to the expectations of what each of them thought.  Biff said he wanted to go swimming but we knew the water would be too cold.  I heard the air was as well. Clair was very tired.  Richard said all three had slept either on the way to Coos Bay or on the return.

         Today I will be conducting RS as our president is currently out of town, our second counselor called in sick and the other agreed to play piano in primary.  We are holding a special fast for a growing ward.  I remember a ward being added to the stake before the pandemic but I fear that perhaps this ward may be in jeopardy of closing and then we will have to drive to Winston to go to Church.

Orange and Flaming Red continues

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        I was asked to join a group of ward members to go down to Medford Temple with our newest member.  I had gone with the youth a few times but had never physically been in the font since I had lived in Utah.

        I had ridden in the car with our former RS president and our newest member.  On our way down the car encountered something – though none of us seemed to know what it was.  It felt like a pothole.  Our driver continued driving hoping to make it to the next exit.  Unfortunately the tire lost all air and he didn’t wish to continue driving on the rim.  We were a quarter of a mile from the rest area.

        Fortunately the tire was on the passenger’s side and he managed to remove the burnt mangled rubber that had once been a tire and replace it with a donut.  That is a few many miles to be driving on a donut!  But we made it to the temple when all the others arrived. 

        I hadn’t taken my “Wendy” hair into consideration as I entered the font.  It wasn’t until I removed a towel from around me that I saw large orange splotches and was mortified.  I had orange on my white clothes.  All the while my hair is dripping like carrot juice all over the floor.  Oh, gosh.  I remember only one time when my hair bled after I had colored it.  What was happening?  Ahhhhhhhh!

        This morning I took a shower and realized I had never added the conditioner to my hair after it had been dyed.  Perhaps if I had there would have not been the problem of bleeding out and becoming even more flaming red.

        When I exited the car (a different car than the one I had gone down in) Jaime was on the porch laughing.  I asked, “It’s my hair, isn’t it?”  YUP.  I’d take a picture, but the photo really doesn’t do it justice.