It's Been A Week

And I don't know how it got away from me.  I realized this morning that I hadn't written here since last Monday.  Where did the week go?

Yes, that's snow on our mountains!

Tuesday was the funeral.  It went fine, I guess.  I know they're a good and necessary thing, they're just really a challenge for me.  I had plenty of help, though I still wrestle with how to handle people who think I need to be told how to do every single thing. I keep wondering why someone better equipped isn't in this compassionate service calling - someone who can handle all the instruction.  It wears on me trying to be tactful and kind without being walked all over. I wonder if I'll ever get the hang of that?

It was also our 47th anniversary.  After I'd managed to decompress just a bit we did go to dinner, a place we both like but rarely go so we're always surprised at how expensive it is.  We managed to get out of there for about $35 so that wasn't too bad.  

I spent Wednesday catching up on Tuesday's routine. I only had 12 tablecloths to wash this time.  Much easier on me.  And it felt like the rest of the week was just recovering.  

Color changing tree.

The weather all of a sudden turned cool and wet.  We had a fair amount of rain off and on through the week, woke up to snow on the mountains.  Saturday The husband spent some time in the yard, and I kept thinking I really needed to be out there with him, doing yard clean-up, etc.  The problem is, it's only September.  The leaves have begun to change colors but only a few have drifted down from the limbs, so there really isn't any cleanup to do.  It'll all happen at once and we'll be struggling to clean up the fall debris from under snow.  Yes, it often happens that way. It isn't that I'm really anxious for the clean up - I want to delay the end of the fall flowers as long as I can. I am loving the purple aster blooms, they really are a favorite.

Fabulous eats!

We did treat ourselves to R&R BBQ on Saturday.  There was so much yummy food that we saved it and will enjoy it for lunch today.  Their brisket seasoning is heavenly.  And yesterday I took dinner to a family in the ward, just couldn't bring myself to ask one more person for one more thing, it was easier (though no less stressful) to just do it myself.  I was happy that it turned out to be a rainy, cold day - perfect for the creamy chicken noodle soup I took over. I so hope they were pleased with it.

Love love love the asters.

And Saturday evening it was just delightful to sit in my comfy chair, with my feet up and listen to the General Women's Meeting broadcast from SLC.  I even took notes of a couple things I wanted to remember.

Can't remember who said this one - "When we give our heart to the Father and the Son we change our lives."  I so want them to have my heart!

Pres. Uchtdorf:  "My beloved sisters, you can do this!"  And "the song of discipleship is most precious to God." 

From Sharon Eubank (I love listening to her.  No matter where I hear her, how many people she's speaking to, I pretty much feel like it's just the two of us having a conversation.)  "I appeal to each of you to put yourself in a place where you can feel the generous love God has for you.  You cannot put yourself beyond the reach of that love."   (Italics added by me.)

I'm so grateful for my life.  I want to be content, to not be envious.  I strive for that and pretty much succeed.  I want my heart (and my behavior) to be in Heavenly Father's control.  I pray often for confidence in His plan for me and for encouragement to be prevalent in my life. I'm grateful for anniversaries to celebrate - and for the ability to mentally celebrate every day that brings a smile, a hug or a sweet thought.