Name That Tune

 Jaime learned about a "Name That Tune" game being held at Summerfest.  The person she had planned to go with cancelled on her - which was really not a surprise.  Though it was hot and I hadn't planned on going to the event myself, I volunteered to go with her.  I don't believe we scored any points during the first round, but were able to take 4 of 5 songs on the second round.  The other players were dismissed and we had the opportunity of playing the second round.  We got only two songs but each walked away with five dollars.  Not bad. I was planning on participating without a prize incentive.  Jaime was happy.  We might go see fireworks tonight.

Dear Diary

          I think someone may have been hacked on facebook who in turn tried to hack me.  I don’t know.  I was experiencing so much fatigue yesterday.  I wish I would have taken a screenshot but did not.  I saw who it was from and I think what the invitation was for and deleted automatically because of so many factors.

          So in my notifications I’m told that RAM has invited me to the Relief Society Page.  The page that I created?  Or is there a new one? And why would RAM create an RS page when he is a guy?  We are not even facebook friends.  And he is currently on vacation.  Why would he create a page and invite people in during his vacation?  I thought it said Relief Society.  Maybe it said something else?  Still – why would I want to join his page?  Was I singled out or were there others in the ward who received invites? 

 

          Okay.  Fatigue.  I think I post about it every year.  Weather change.  Always happens between Mothers’ Day and my birthday.  And then I am gone.  And I don’t come to until sometime in September.  But hey, I can breathe.  But my mind is in another dimension than the rest of me.  Is that where dementia comes from?  Not that I have dementia.  I don’t think of one who has dementia considers having dementia.  But I don’t know.  Next time someone tries to scam me over the phone I will tell them that I have dementia and that the people taking care of me won’t allow me access to my bank accounts or social security number or anything like that.  And that if they want to talk with them they should call them on their cell phone and then provide them with a number to the unified police or the FBI.  I wonder if they will call them to get my information?

 

          I just took an allergy pill.  That could be adding to my fatigue I guess.

First Time for Everything

                It’s hot.  So hot.  I asked Alexa to tell me the temperature in Las Vegas – it always makes me feel better that it’s cooler in Oregon than elsewhere.  And yet I remember being cold in Las Vegas when I was there in March this year.  COLD in LAS VEGAS.  Cold wind blowing.  I don’t even remember experiencing wind in Las Vegas before.

               Today’s first was at the dentist.  Yes, I am a little plastered out of my mind.  The heat does that to me.  Under normal circumstances I cry whenever I am in the dentist chair because I’m a dweeb.  I don’t have anything against the dentist per se – I just don’t like being in a laying down position with my mouth wide open and tools in my mouth and the need to swallow but can’t.

               Today I laughed – for the first time ever.  I laughed while in a dentist chair and not just because of this illustration

I laughed out loud because the dental hygienist was tickling my teeth or the gum area or whatever.  It tickled and I laughed.  I laughed several times.  I’m sure it was more out of being tired than being tickled.  But I laughed.  What an odd experience.

When the Wind Blows

 

 When the wind blows

trees dance and

things move –

some seem to make unpleasant noises

like someone is trying to

break into your house.

 

Sometimes the wind itself

makes an eerie noise as it blows.

When it is just a cool breeze the

wind feels nice

but it still seems to

send me into a coma. 

Naughty wind

Our Savior, Our Guide, Our Light

 

The Church is full of imperfect people who are often called to positions they don’t want.  Some people will say “No’ when they are called to a position that they may feel inadequate to serve and some will say “No” to callings they really don’t want.  Many callings are given to the individual so that he or she may learn and grow possibly more than those they are serving.  We grow by the Spirit.  Hopefully we all may rely on the Spirit to guide us.  We are given so many opportunities to do so.

Recently I gave a talk in Sacrament meeting.  I started with two hikes on which to use as outlines.  The first happened during a family trip to Arco Idaho almost 40 years ago.  On average the wind in Arco blows 8-10 miles and I would imagine mirrors the season.  It was June and the winds were warm to an already scorching temperature.  The big draw in Arco, Idaho is The Craters of the Moon Monument.

There was an unguided walk tourists could take on a trail that went from one side of the landscape to the other.  Everything looked exactly the same in the eyes of my family and other spectators we had passed.  We could have just stayed in the parking lot and saw it all without having left the car. 

We would pass others who would ask if it was worth the walk (or hike – whatever it was).  Yes, the Lava ruminants were cool, but my family didn’t think it was worth the walk. I don’t recall any words of encouragement except those of my brother whose attitude was more of “if I’m going down I’m taking someone with me” Again, we had no guide.

I then recounted Emily Belle Freeman’s experience with her hike around Lake Powell (see this post counter 1709) in which she relates encouraging words from a guide who knew the way.  I compared this to our guide in Jesus Christ.  I then returned my focus back to Craters of the Moon. There are caves beneath the lava flow – perhaps impressive but I don’t know.  Those who explore the caves need to come prepared with something much brighter than a disposable flashlight or a birthday candle.  I suggested bringing a devise that carried the strength of the sun/son.

Each of us are in a different place in our lives.  Some members seem to carry the strength of the sun as they are able to teach a lesson at only a moment’s notice while others struggle just to focus on the light of a birthday candle and not on the darkness that may surround them.  We are from different walks of life and rely on the Spirit in different ways. 

I concluded my talk with encouragement to stay focused on the light. 

Myrtle and Creek

           The day we cleaned the shed two black chickens appeared – as though they had been living there and we destroyed their home.  They weren’t.  I have no idea where the two birds came from.  One was pretty much smaller than the other.  Normally Jaime has given names to all the animals that have come into our yard.  But she was not yet up.  Richard named the larger of the birds Myrtle and the smaller one he named Creek.

          We managed to keep Bonnie away from them during the morning.  I don’t know whose yard they had come from or why they chose to stay.  I let Bonnie out after 4:00.  I had forgotten about the chickens until I noticed her attacking Myrtle’s corpse. 

           Poor Creek seemed lost without her companion.  Richard would take Bonnie out and put her on a chain.  I don’t have the strength for the hook.  It has rusted over the years. I did manage to save Creek’s life a few times but failed today. 

           I feel bad at how their lives ended.  I feel helpless in the animal kingdom.  RIP Myrtle and Creek.

Maintenance

 

         For a week now we have been touching up our house.  The deck REALLY needed a make- over.  I don’t think it’s been painted/stained for two or three years.  It NEEDED a fresh coat of something.  And Richard was concerned about the trim facing west as it also needed a fresh coat of paint in his opinion.  Honestly no one is going to notice.  Nobody ever goes back there – especially to look at the shutters.  But whatever.  So here are some things we have done.

 

we painted the chairs after this photo was taken

clean up

          I thought I had posted about our make-shift shed that we made from the tarp of a greenhouse kit.  Richard built the frame to last – but the tarp did not.  It started out with good intentions but became more of an eye sore each time it was moved.  And so much junk accumulated over the years.  We took that down today.  It was a lot of work as Richard had built it to last.  Took us a couple of hours and whacking at it with a sludge hammer.   Made a trip to the dump.  It’s been exhausting.