Head Shaking

It seems lately I mostly am just shaking my head.  At life.   Things are never quite what I expect they'll be.   Maybe I should just quit watching the news - I'm becoming more and more convinced that the news is the source of so much of my stomach-churning anxiety.  I need to know what's going on.  And information is good.  But why can't it be pleasant?

Loved these flowers at the show.

Friday afternoon we headed over with our free tickets to the expo center for the Spring Home and Garden Show.  Was bombarded by those making their living selling their goods.  It felt like they were more aggressive this year.  Our purpose was to see if perhaps we're paying too much for the fertilization and care of our trees.  (Did we plant too many?)  Even eliminating a few things this year our cost would be nearly $1400.  And that's doing less than last year.  Are we being oversold just so they can make money?  We made contact with a couple tree places at the show, I'm anxious to see what they have to say when they come out to consult with us.

We also had a chat with a nice young man with a bath/shower company.  I would dearly love to replace all that grout (and the tile) in our shower, I really liked their product.  Too bad our shower is so big and our pocketbook so small,  I'd do it in a heartbeat.

Was so pleased to be able to get The Husband some new shoes!!  We ended up at the outlet stores in Lehi.  One place had their shoes buy one pair get the second pair (of lesser value) at 80% off.  The Husband found two pair that he liked, the second pair was basically $12.  Woohoo!!

Church yesterday was so good.  Great talks in Sacrament meeting and the lesson in Relief Society was just touching.  Very sweet.  It doesn't hurt that I'm the ministering sister to the teacher, she's someone I care deeply for.  Anyway, two of the speakers in Sacrament meeting were the Sister Missionaries.  The one sister referenced Samuel in the Old Testament.  Where Samuel as a very young boy kept hearing (not at first knowing who it was) the voice of God and replying three times "here am I" and after receiving wise counsel, finally saying "speak, your servant is listening".  I sat and wondered - how often have I said to Heavenly Father "here I am, I'm listening, I'm anxious and ready to do Thy will."  I think I have often failed.  My conscience was pricked.  I want to always be available with a willing heart. 

And I'm such a mass of conflict.  I say I want that, want to be righteous.  But my behavior is often at odds. Sigh.....

I managed to get out on the trail this morning. Yay for me.  I dislike it being dark again (why oh, why can't they just leave the clocks alone?  I'm so-so-so done with Daylight Saving Time!!).  It felt good to be out in 48 degrees of freshly blowing wind. Looking forward to yoga tomorrow.  Hoping I'll be able to get to both days this week. 

Slippers without feet.

Finally took the plunge and spent the big bucks on some CeraVe (I've resisted for so long because it's so expensive.  But I finally decided I'd wasted enough money on cheap things and wanted to try some highly rated stuff.  The Husband's skin needs some help.) I think it has helped him.  And I've been using it on my hands.  Because of the corona virus panic I've been washing my hands more than usual.  And trying to be careful about touching my face.  So my hands are dry.  And more dry.  This cream is good stuff, it helps.

Glanced down the stairs in passing, got a kick out of what I saw.  Our grandson had just walked out of his slippers on his way up the stairs.   I love things that make me smile.

I'm so grateful we're not part of the panic buying.  We try to be prepared pretty much always.  I think our little bums will be fine with the toilet paper we already have.  I'm feeling a bit low on sanitizing hand wipes (and they're out of stock most everywhere), I'm not fond of hand sanitizer gels and liquids.  But I'm not afraid of washing my hands often and being careful with what I touch.  Pockets are great for reminding me to keep my hands off stuff.  I'm grateful for getting stuff done.  The Husband has spent endless hours accomplishing just a few things because life is so complicated.  He's not afraid of work - and a great example.  I'm grateful for hope that we might be able to take our anniversary trip.  That is one thing I'm not super anxious about.  If we get to go:  fabulous.  If not, we'll go another time.  I'd rather be healthy and safe.