Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Star Dedication


I dedicate these stars to my readers and followers.  May you appreciate my abstract photography
 
This star attached to decoration on fireplace

the star that hangs above Jenna's nativity

I tried taking one on the tree.  It came more distorted than this

how it appears when lit up
I don't have pictures or even know all of my followers
but here is an old one of me and one who reads my blog

  Here are two more that Jenna took to dedicate to Ooki (here) and Bonnie

I did share this on an earlier post the year we obtained it


Ooki, Jenna (the year she turned one) and me





Tuesday, December 15, 2020

LtWobo 14 & 15

           On Sunday Jenna took Bonnie for a walk and made a note of all the houses she wanted to go caroling to.  We started out Monday morning going to Dollar General and made a purchase of 12 candy filled candy canes which we would leave with each household. 

 

          Before we left the house Jenna took this picture: 

         We both enjoy singing – she is just better at it.  I probably sound like a moose in heat. There was no one home at the first house we went to but found friends at the next two and left our treats.  The third house we’d gone to was my favorite.  For the girl who answered the door is quite shy and I have never seen her smile, but she did yesterday. 

We continued on our way stopping at various houses to sing and stopped when the door would open and leave our little treat.  Jenna had such a glorious time.  It was fun.

 Last night we watched the “Light the World” sing and serve (here) and that was nice. 

Although Jenna can participate with today’s suggestion


 I posted the following onto my facebook wall:

 I would LOVE to visit my parents. I would call them daily if I could. I think about them often. What a tremendous blessing they have been in the lives of all their children even the ones they did not give birth to (Sunny, Roland, Bill, Joh) I LOVE my mom and dad and miss them so much! I look forward to being with them again (so someday when I pass, just know that I am happy because I will get to see my mom and dad again)

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Bonnie, Lights, and Dr. Nay

         We had signed up to feed the missionaries yesterday.  They had contacted Roland in the morning to ask about their schedule and how to include dinner within the timeframe.  Roland had planned on making two lasagnas (one for us and one for them) but decided to change things around as the elders would Roseburg and won’t return until later last night. After Jenna and I returned home from the park, Roland took Jaime to run some errands.  One was to pick up a lunch that the elders could eat on their way to Roseburg. He had also made of list of things to pick up at the hardware store – mouse poisoning being one of them.

We may have mice living within the walls.  We came to the conclusion f few nights ago when Bonnie has barked wildly or whined about something the rest of us cannot see.  Roland purchased some mouse poison yesterday but misread the package.  Bonnie go a hold of a couple of baits and wolfed it down as though it were candy. We called the vet to ask about the situation.  We tried what he had suggested, but when that did not work he volunteered to meet us at his clinic.  Why is it that Bonnie’s symptoms always come on a weekend when the vets are closed?

          I was in the middle of my thoughts for day seven for yesterday’s post when the incident took place and had taken time out to take Bonnie to the vet and try to comfort Jenna who was feeling like an irresponsible pet owner.  Dr. Nay told us what side effects might be expected only we didn’t see anything different with her behavior.  She seemed a bit down and asleep – upset that we wouldn’t let her into the kitchen, but were told she shouldn’t eat for at least two hours.  Once we set her “free” she was running around and back to her bouncy happy self as though nothing had gone wrong.

            She has the mind of a child.  She sees us as people to depend on and to cling to.  We take care of her and love her.  We will all continue to make mistakes but will make the best of what we can.

            We did finish the night off watching the light parade.  I have never seen or heard the parade so closely as last night.  


It made us so happy to have that to help wrap up this very odd year.  It may not have shared it's light with the world - but many small cities connected by one purpose.

Jenna did not take as many pictures as I had
attempted to our first year - and I think they
came out better - not that great but still
better than mine. I shared four here

            Today's light the world was to take a break from social media.  And yet there are those who needed to open their facebook accounts in order to watch our church meetings on line.  We dropped off some Lasagna to Dr. Nay.  I hope he and his wife enjoy it.

Saturday, December 12, 2020

I Cannot NOT GO LtWobo

 


          I LOVE Jennas enthusiasm which I have mentioned several times.  Even throughout this pandemic she has never lost her light.  Oh, sure, it may have dimmed a few times but the spark would never die completely. She has been so enthusiastic with Light the World one by one program.  As much as I hate to admit it I often do not have a proper attitude of greeting the day nor have I had the desire to fulfill each daily task challenge for Light the World”. I do it with Jenna because of her excitement. I dont want to contribute to dimming her light. 

I think she has posted something everyday  but as a story so it doesnt remain for all to view. I tried to screenshot them all  though I cant seem to locate all of them nor did I keep all the clip art pictures that she added.


  

On the 7th day of December we painted a naked sled and took it to a man who will often give Bonnie treats.  At the time his window did not have a covering such as curtains or shades.  When we walked past his house yesterday he had covered the windows but had left the sled in the corner.

 

She did use part of the story we had made up about her 3rd great grandfather.  I did get a screenshot of that - plus I have a copy of the assignment that she had turned in. (Refer to this post)

Yesterday morning was too dark for me to drive to pick her up on time. Roland drove and on the way the way home Jenna mentioned delivering cookies but claimed she wouldnt have time to make them due to her schedule and Roland offered to stop off at the store and we could buy cookies.  To be honest, they looked lost in the containers and the ones Jenna had picked out were not chocolate chip.  You have to have chocolate chip.  I decided to make chocolate chip after we returned home.  I mixed up the cookies so each plate or box had an assortment which included the store bought and homemade.  Didnt really go according to plan.

The first batch I had baked came out darker than I like and so gave less time on the other two batches.  We took Bonnie for a walk and took the first cookies to a sister in our ward and asked for a suggestion on who to take the others too.  She was caught off guard and I made some suggestions.  She pointed to the neighbor across the way.  No one answered the door and as we did not have anything to leave a note with we chose not to leave the cookies but continued onto our next destination. 

We took a box of cookies to her friend who lives near the first street where we had lived in Oregon.  She was in math class when she answered the door and so did not choose another drop off either.  But we had one plate of cookies left and Jenna wanted to return to our old street to visit the pig next door (here) to the house that we had rented. She suggested that we leave the plate with them, but they did not appear to be home either.  Jenna then suggested our former neighbor across the street.  That was truly inspired as she graciously accepted the cookies and came out for a visit.  


          She told us about a friend of hers who had recently lost her dog.  She couldnt remember the address but described it to us and we knew exactly what house she was talking about.  We returned home so that Jenna could sign into one of her classes and I put another box together. After Jenna continued with her schooling and finished her two projects, we took Bonnie on another walk and found the house of the friend.  We presented the cookies and told her who had send us and were sorry for her loss.  We continued to walk around the neighborhood and then returned home.

          For todays light the world, we took Bonnie to the park specifically so that Jenna could walk up to Good Dogs to purchase some treats for Bonnie as well as herself.  She took this picture with my phone but I dont see that shes posted it.

 

In addition to "Light the World" we have also added ornaments to our wreath each day.  The wreathe is the same as from last year but smaller "ornaments" that still don't really fit in with the holiday theme - not most of them anyway.  I am not doing a day by day record of it like I did last year.  I took this picture today.


Friday, December 11, 2020

Defunding Police and Missionary Work

             I wish I had taken the time to record my thoughts and try to transcribe them instead of the pathetic attempt to post the following: 

          Jenna has an assignment due today.  She asked if I could bounce around some ideas in order to help her.  The topic is Defunding the Police Why or Why Not? Her thoughts mirrored my own when the subject started making its way around facebook.

          Why would we defund the police?  That is so wrong.  Its their job to serve and protect us.  Why would we want to take that away?

          I obviously had not understood why so many seemed to support it until I saw this political cartoon 

this was shared on facebook.  Unfortunately I am
 unable to cite its orginal source but would like to know

Defunding the police is not the same as abolishing. 

          Have you ever watched Little House on the Prairieor westerns in which there is only one doctor in town.  A jack of all trades one might say.  His job was to cure whatever ailed the citizens whether it be a common cold, the fever, skin rashes, bullet wounds, delivering babies . . . a doctor was expected to know it all and cater to all regardless of age.  And though many doctors may have known a little about so much of what was required or expected the doctor did not everything. 

          Today we have gynecologists, pediatricians, Ophthalmologists, podiatrists, Dermatologists, cardiologists . . . the list goes on and on.  Each doctor specializes in a certain field.  I think it is better to have multiple doctors that cater to something specific than just one who tries to do it all. I think it is the same with the police.  Many signed up with a specific goal in mind without having been trained for every aspect one might associate with police work.  We need to spread the funds each to whatever specialty is required.

          We have opinions on why we should defund the police or why we should not defund the police. I was most curious about how the police themselves felt about it. I do have friends in the law enforcement and would like to support them. I watched this video chat with Lee Adams from Vice (here) in which he addresses eight different law enforcement officers from across the nation. 

Even among those that are in law enforcement there are still conflicting ideas about why or why not reallocate the taxpayers money. Though they agree on some things there are still other items in which their opinions vary.

         I had been asked to attend a missionary training meeting in Roseburg last night. I attended the meeting virtually.  As the meeting progressed my mind reflected upon how to best utilize each member of the community. I made a silent comparison with Jennas assignment and the leadership training that was being suggested discussions I had already had as a missionary and a ward mission leader. 

Two videos were shown both which I had seen before.  The focus is on ward involvement.  The story unfolds as a man (I think his name is Juan) loses his job and doesnt know how he will tell his wife.  On the same day he meets with the missionaries.  They start teaching him and his life is changed.  He introduces the gospel to his wife, Julia.  We are asked how we as a ward will be able to include them into our fold.

          Juan is computer savvy and is introduced to someone in the church who is not.  The missionaries ask Juan to utilize his talents to assist ward members an act of service.  How can we, in return, help Juan. Introduce him to someone who can relate.  Same with the Relief Society and Julia (Juans wife).  When we are in ward correlation or missionary meetings how can we involve each organization?  Who would be a good fit?  I get that.  I understood that as a missionary. 

             I was happy about my decision to attend virtually rather than in person as Roland (who hasnt felt well) would have had to drive me as I cannot see at night. I cant say that I learned anything new. I was disappointed that todays situation had not been addressed as we now have to reach out to others in more creative ways than handshakes and personal introductions.  We have to respect one anothers boundaries by wearing masks and keeping our distance which for me does not give off good vibes of welcoming. I know I can contact others over the phone or through social media if I have that information which I dont.

             Its almost as though we are dehumanized with the mask and staying six feet apart although I support the outline given.  I just find it hard to reach out when I dont feel a foundation of the initial start.  I miss connecting with members let alone those who are not.  Hopefully they can feel the Spirit through the meetings themselves and may understand that human contact will come we just dont know when.

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Crazy Morning

                 When I left the house this morning the view was clear and I could see to drive.  There were clouds surrounding the hills across the way, but nothing obstructing my view. That is until I drove nearer to the church.  The fog seemed to descend upon Myrtle Creek as though the limits were completely swallowed.  I am grateful I did not have to drive up North or South Myrtle as the roads seem to disappear into the whiteness.

          When Jenna and I returned home the fog had thickened our surroundings in Tri City.  It was as though the process of lifting was reversed.  It wasn’t particularly cold outside – or at least my body didn’t think it was.  It was nice to get home and off the road.

          I had paid off a loan with my bank in Oregon.  I had written a check before December 7th.  I had even made a transfer of money into my Utah account – which is the check I meant to use.  Roland asked me to check the account to see if the money went in.  He meant the Oregon account but I had gone to the other site out of habit. I noticed the check I had written had not yet cleared.  When I went into my Oregon account I learned my error – I had used the wrong account.  So I called the bank to see if I could come to the bank in person to get the error resolved.

          My cell phone was still in my hand when I leaned down to unplug the tree.  In the process I inadvertently hit a button on my phone that I wasn’t aware or had forgotten existed.  It made the sound of a siren.  It took a few seconds to get the sound off – although I don’t know how I did that either.  As I was trying to figure it out, I received a phone call from the RS president followed by the first counselor.  Both had received a text from me that said that I needed help.  Both laughed when I explained my error.  Roland said he had also received the text.  Did my phone notify everyone in my system?  Oh, no!

          I had worn a long sleeve pullover when I had gone to get Jenna. As morning progressed I somehow felt too hot and had changed into a tee shirt before I went to the bank.  The sun was out.  The air felt cool but not cold. That lasted less than two hours as the skies started pouring down rain during the afternoon.  When I could no longer hear the rain I looked out the window. I could see that it was still overcast.  

          Only three chickens have wandered into our yard for the last three days.  No roosters.  No turkeys.  No more eggs.  Roland wonders if the brood has been butchered as we don’t see them in the neighbor’s yard either.  The pigs may have been sold as Christmas hams as only the smaller ones can be seen.  Or perhaps they have built a more solid section for their animals.  There have been a few mornings we haven’t any the roosters crow.  There was also one morning this year that I couldn’t identify the animal or the tormenting sound it made – as though it was being tortured.  It was torture to my ears to wake up to.

          I ended the day with a virtual meeting that took place in Roseburg.  It was a missionary meeting.  I have many thoughts about what has taken place.  That will be for another post.

Building Empires with Dishes and Other Chores

           My mom loved to iron when she was a girl.  She grew up in a day before permanent press and I was still in school when the iron didnt seem so important as during the years prior.  


I dont know why my mom loved ironing although it had gone from love to I dont mind over the years.  I loathe ironing.  Really HATE it in fact.  I always end up burning myself.  Whatever Im ironing ends up with at least two creases where they neednt be.  Other than the ironing part, I dont mind laundry sorting, washing, drying and folding. I dont especially enjoy putting clothes away. 

            When I was younger my mom taught Patrick and I how to do the “dishing” chore.  We first learned to dry and then put away and then she taught us how to wash by hand and finally unloading and loading the dishwasher.  I seemed to make dishes a bigger chore for my mom before I learned the “put away” step.  Instead of grouping dishes together I would create elaborate displays – often running out of table room before my masterpiece had finished.  NOBODY liked putting dishes away after I had dried them. 

certainly not the greatest picture but to provide a visual 
-though not as elaborate as my from childhood

            My least favorite chore is vacuuming or sweeping the floor.  They don’t call it “chore” for nothing.  Vacuum refuses to suck or gets clogged up.  There is always a wrestling match involved.  The vacuum frustrates me.  It seems the heavier they are the better they are at doing their job.  And that wears me out.

Sweeping into the dustpan – forget it.  There is always a trail.  ALWAYS.  And after I mop I have loosened up even more stuff to sweep.  At least mops, brooms and vacuum cleaners have evolved over the years.  



Even irons.  Oh, what a joy it must have been to be a pioneer!

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Finding a Sense of Normality

       Every year the local elementary schools make ornaments to hang on the tree that is displayed downtown.  Each year they walk from the school to the downtown area where the tree is displayed so that they can hang the ornaments themselves or drop into a basket of ornaments to decorate higher than they can reach.  On the first Saturday of December there is a gathering.  There is music and free hot chocolate.  And then there is the lighting of the tree. 

Jenna took this at main street and second
avenue entrance to park (closed off in Dec)

      This year Jenna and I saw decorations carted out as some contributed to decorating the town.  

Jenna took this one yesterday.  So foggy this morning
that only one strand of snowflakes could be seen
The tree was lit without all the hoopla that it has seen in years past.  Only lights adorn the tree as there are no ornaments. Students have not returned to school since they left for the Thanksgiving holiday.  Everything in Oregon is online until further notice. 

       On Saturday we’ll have annual light parade (here and here). I don’t know where we’ll stand to view it and keep our distance at the same time.  It’s nice to have normality after a hard year of chaos. Trucker Light Parades are available on youtube as my video was removed here.

https://kval.com/news/local/christmas-truck-parade



Monday, December 7, 2020

Yesterday's Church Services

             When we are baptized we take upon ourselves the name of Christ which means we will do our best to follow his example. The purpose of the sacrament is that it allows renewal of covenants made at baptism.  We have sacrament meetings so that we can partake of the bread and water which in itself does not require the entire time we are at sacrament meeting but rather a fraction.

Every sacrament meeting which I have personally attended has had an opening song, opening prayer and announcements followed by a song for the sacrament, the sacramental prayers and the passing of the sacrament.  That is until yesterday.  Because the ward had decided to broadcast the meeting for those unable to attend in person, the sacrament was held at the end of the meeting.

Once a month the congregation are invited to bear their testimonies express their gratitude for the gospel, share their faith, etc.  Yesterday just happened to be fast Sunday.  Although a mask has been required since our return to church, the person at the podium is allowed to remove while he/she speaks into the microphone.  The podium and mike are wiped down between each speaker. Both Jenna and I made it up to the stand.  I followed a youth who had not removed his mask but spoke loudly and clearly unlike me who often mumbles without the inconvenience of a mask let alone behind one.

My testimony included that even though this year has had a number of inconveniences it is a trial that has helped me relate the scriptures to our current situation and have a better understanding.  I also talked about the #givethanks and #lighttheworld programs which have added a positiveness to social media which has been greatly needed.  I concluded with how grateful I am that Heavenly Father has sent Jenna into our lives and how she always has a spark.

        Jenna followed me with her gratitude of being from a stable family as many of her friends have no clue what a stable family is.  To so many of them its an unforeseen myth.  The testimonies shared made for an awesome meeting.  After the closing prayer the camera was turned off those in the congregation stayed and prepared for sacrament meeting.  Jenna and I both stayed to meet with the missionaries for a correlation meeting.

    When I returned home, I read about another inspired testimony meeting that took place ten years ago.  So grateful for ward families.

Saturday, December 5, 2020

I’m Not About to Cook Eggs for a Dog!

          My aunt had a Scottish Terrier when she was ten years old – or perhaps Heather was a family dog.  I barely remember the pet dog.  

I of course don't have a picture of Heather
but copied the photo from this site:

Grandma and Grandpa had planned to take my aunt to Europe and had asked mom and dad to house sit while they were gone. Taking care of Heather was part of the deal.

          My mom had not grown up with pets nor seemed fond of them.  Grandpa had left instructions and told my mom that Heather needed to have two fried eggs each morning.  Mom said there was no way she was going to fix eggs for a dog and so my dad made the eggs for Heather each morning during their stay.

          Whenever Roland cooks eggs for the dog I always think of that experience that mom had shared with me.  For the most part Bonnie will get scrambled eggs rather than fried eggs – except this morning.  I fried up the white part but the yolks were still runny when I put them in Bonnie’s bowl.

          As I have mentioned in previous posts, there is a slew of fowl who come into our yard and expect to get fed.  This morning they were following me around like I was a magnet and they were all made of steel.  

The owners told us that if we ever find eggs we can keep them – which we probably would have done anyway.  We did not know they were roosting right beneath our deck.  Roland sends Jenna out every morning to gather what she can find.  The first time she found 24 but because we didn’t know how old they were, Bonnie got them all.  


The two that Bonnie ate this morning were dropped before they made it into the house – hence why Bonnie got them instead of us.  We don’t give her eggs often. Roland purchased a bunch of chicken organs for Bonnie when he and Jenna were in Grants Pass last night.  Dogs enjoy eating hearts and livers.  They seem to give Bonnie energy.

Friday, December 4, 2020

LtWobo days 3 and 4


 Yesterday I posted this picture without a caption. 

My sister was the first to make a comment to which I replied:

 “That is Palmyra.  They don’t know where in the sacred grove was the first vision.  It’s not so much because of the first vision [that this picture brings peace] but because of the solitude I felt just being there."

 NY had just reopened and had barely started phase one.  Tours were done virtually - although we took a self guided tour before the missionaries showed.  There were more cars in the parking lot when we left than had arrived.  It was a nice peaceful feeling being in the grove by ourselves.

I provided more info in this post 

Today’s caption for this photo:

“When the angel comes to the shepherds to announce the child’s birth there is a light that shines through the darkness and changes the countenance of each shepherd (or shepherdess) and I can see a sign of “hope” in their faces.”

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Transformational Landscapes

I have shared these two paintings before and although they look nothing alike I can always see the above in the dark even though I’m really looking at the one below

The top one hung in my mother’s home for as long as I can remember.  When I was younger  I had marred my mother’s picture when I took a pencil to it and scribbled in the water. 

 Corey had done a research about the painting which he mentions in this post.

If I had claimed the painting as my own, it would have been for sentimental reasons and nothing more.  I never disliked the painting, but it wasn’t my favorite and overtime I had become bored with it over the years and yet there was a comfortable familiararity about me that I really have missed the last seven or eight years.

Roland had purchased the seascape and fog one just over three years ago.  It hung above our bed for just over a year until after we purchased a bed frame.  Now it hangs to the side and I will often see shadows cast over the painting but instead of seeing the misty shore and sea I will see the painting that was in my mom’s house.  Isn’t that weird?