More Snow

 

               This time it stuck – slushed on the roads.  Dry now.

Snow’s been falling.  Finally let up.

               It’s noon and picture shows signs of spring

trying to poke through. 

Snowman Bones

 

               As we were returning from

church yesterday

Richard pointed out a

snowman near a senior trailor park. 

 

The snowman looked tall against

                                                the green grass. 

As we passed the pathetic looking

                    snowman it seemed to take on

                                                    the form of a skeleton.

 

 It was quite near its death after all.

 It did snow again last night. 

But it is an even lighter snow than before.

 Meanwhile I heard that

                                    Salt Lake got slammed with snow. 

Snow and Shoes

 

We finally received the promise of snow after an almost two week warning that it would come.  “Warnig” for some. “Promise” for others.  Not the same snow.  I took pictures as soon as I got out of bed.  For even as I type these words I can see the snow melting.  By this afternoon the trees won’ t show any evidence of it having snowed – at least in my part of town.

There is a couple that had come for dinner and games last night.  They have snow.  Lots of snow.  The description they may use would be “victimized” as well as countless others in our ward who don’t live in the city but in non-incorporated areas where there is no speed limit and limited firefighting – if any.

I wonder if it was snow or outdoor elements that started Tony and his rules about leaving shoes at the door.  I hadn’t even thought to take a picture.  There must have been more than ten pairs of shoes near the door – I had guessed so the carpet wouldn’t get dirty.  But before I left Utah I thought perhaps it was so the shoes can be found more easily as they always know where they are.

Ibuprofen is a Wonder

        I remember experiencing a headache in November.  My sister gave me some Ibuprofen and my headache was gone.

        After Christmas and into January I had experienced sensitive teeth.  My daughter-in-law gave me some Ibuprofen and the pain seemed to vanish.

        This morning I woke up with a sore arm.  I took some Ibuprofen and it no longer hurts me.

 

        I marvel that after the drug has entered my body it is able to travel to exactly where I need it.  I think that is genius!

Perhaps the Opposite is in Store

 

It is so cold outside

So unlike our first year in Oregon

We didn’t need light jackets then

Let alone heavy coats

There has been warning of snow

I personally think it’s too cold

Snow doesn’t fall when it’s freezing

Or at least that’s how it used to be

The worst part about all the cold

That is currently causing misery for many

Is in thinking that the summer months

Will be so much worse blaring heat upon us

Quite the opposite of now.

That Was Weird . . . Wish there had been a way to scan the dream

 

               A couple of nights ago I had a dream about a salt grinder that doesn’t exist.  Last night I had a dream that I had forgotten details as I write.  In part I was searching for a book and had come across a whole bunch that had been put away for whatever reason.  Some I remembered but most I did not.  So I chose to set aside to look at with more effort (reading).

               The first one was a children’s book.  I don’t remember what it was called but my mom had made notes on various pages – in crayon.  It was interesting to see that.  Of course I don’t can’t remember anything about it now.  I do remember that the book was about a salt grinder which replaced a pestle and mortar.  (As though that would provide great material for a children’s book) and my mom had written her feelings toward the book.  I would have liked to photocopy it somehow.

               I woke up in a puzzled state.  Why would I dream about a salt grinder (if there is any such thing) one night and a children’s book about it the next?  My mom was somehow connected to both.  I have miss her a lot. If it were possible for me to talk to her long distance, I would definitely reach out to her. I doubt the afterlife works that way.

Continuing On My Own

           Shortly after we had moved to Oregon I remember a Book of Mormon class having been offered on a Tuesday night of each week.  The missionaries would teach the class which seemed well attended. I became familiar with the class when I would go to the Relief Society activity meeting which was held once a month – also on a Tuesday. There were some sisters who chose to attend the Book of Mormon class rather than support the sisterhood of the Relief Society.  I remember being annoyed that they were on the same night usually at the same time.  

          It must have been in 2019 when the Book of Mormon class was changed to the Come Follow Me class.  In addition to Sunday school there were members of the ward who would meet once a week with the missionaries – but the time was changed to 4:00 on Wednesdays.  During nice weather we would meet outside.  It was a nice class in the beginning.  I don’t think we met at all during the Following Year as there was a pandemic.  I’m not sure when it started back up but I remember attending and missionaries teaching and then it stopped – the turn out hadn’t been as good a before the pandemic and the class was dropped before the Old Testament had finished. 

           This year the manual has changed up from what was offered in 2020 – though most of the pictures are the same.  Recently I ripped out a bunch of pictures from the 2020 manual and change them out each week as a reminder for what week we are on.  And really, they are too beautiful not to display.

 

          I had enjoyed attending the Come Follow Me classes – the fellowshipping and the assistance with understanding.  We are studying The Book of Mormon this year. I probably would still attend the class if it were offered.  Not always in Sunday School as primary is always short-handed.  So grateful for the videos and for those who share their knowledge and understanding.  Thanks to all who have assisted with the Come Follow Me program.