One Week Later

It was a bit of a different week for us.  The Husband took the week off to really rest up.  I hope it helped, though I fear not quite as much as he'd have liked.  Still, it was a big change.  My routine no longer existed; I function a bit better with some routine. Still, I managed to keep food on the table and laundry done.  Other things kind of slid by without so much as a nod.  The main thing:  we re-discovered that our favorite place to be is together.

We went to lunch with a friend on Friday.  We went to Hale on Thursday and decided we're not quite as enamored of some of those silly British comedies as others (though the woman sitting next to me barely cracked a smile the whole evening, I think she'd rather have been at home in bed). We ran a couple errands, had the Charger serviced/inspected.  But nothing remotely considered a "schedule" to keep or obligations to fulfill.

We saw a couple movies - The Commuter (which wasn't as bad as I expected given the reviews) and The Maze Runner/Death Cure which ranks among the least liked movies I've seen. (I was in the minority, other people are more tolerant of the dystopian genre, I have a natural revulsion to "cranks" (zombies) - they really bother me. And yes, I get that it's totally fiction.  Still don't like them.  At all.)

Friday morning The Husband went with me on my walk and we came across this little snowman that I know must have been there the other times I'd walked past there during the week.  In my defense, it was much darker when I walked that path.  It made us smile.

And here we are, into another week.  The Husband is back at work and giving it a good go. His work ethic is pretty impeccable, in spite of what his personal desires might be. I'm pretty much back into my routine.  And yes, I even slept fairly well last night.  That's definitely a desirable.

In Sunday School the other day, a class member was talking about his mother's conversion to the church.  And what he said struck me. "She said she learned more from the do-ers than from the say-ers." Reiterating that old saying "actions speak louder than words".  I hope I'm found doing more than saying.  That I'm found following the example of our Savior, in every life arena.  In Relief Society I spoke up, said five words. And felt like an idiot. Spent the rest of class wishing I'd kept my mouth shut.  I'm not one of those uber-confident souls that thinks people are just anxiously waiting to see what wisdom I'm going to impart.  I know I'm pretty much ordinary.  The interesting thing about this was that first thing Monday morning I received a brief email from the R. S. discussion leader, expressing thanks for my contribution, that she understands it's difficult for me to speak up in class and she was glad that I helped with the discussion.  A total surprise.  Though a welcome one.

And I stumbled across this article that most everyone has probably read.  (I'm often late to the party.) I liked it a lot. And appreciated the underlying message that we just can't judge others for the way they choose to worship/live their religion.

Right Reasons

Today I'm grateful for the birth of our oldest son. Though he doesn't like celebrations, we always mentally commemorate his special day.  Of course he isn't without fault/challenges, but we are so grateful he is part of our family.  I love him.  I'm grateful for non-temperamental appliances that help life run smoothly.  For new recipes that turn out to be keepers.  For something to look forward to. And for a husband who isn't afraid to work hard and always makes me feel like I'm worth his hard work.