That I've forgotten most of what I intended to record. I want to remember things. It gets harder as time goes by.
I know I've taken pictures of several articles that I wanted to remember and note here. But have lost them all in the intervening time. This morning, I enjoyed this one.
We actually managed to begin our mission. At least that's what we thought it was. Once we got there we weren't so sure and still aren't, it felt like we were assigned (without actually speaking the word) the title of volunteer. (No setting apart or talking to the guy who is over this little mission, though we responded to a letter sent to local leaders calling it a service mission.) It's been so loosey-goosey in the way it's been handled. But whatever. We worked at the Bishop's Storehouse for a few hours. We have the Saturday morning (not our first or even second choice) shift. It was pretty busy and we felt good about being there. I asked point blank if it was helpful for us to be there and she said an emphatic yes (and really, what else was she going to say?). We are so not used to being on our feet for hours at a time. I remember when I was younger it was hard even then. But it was good work and people are kind and the recipients are grateful. It seemed like I caught onto things fairly quickly. As did The Husband. So, this coming Saturday will find us there again. And hope we find confirmation that this is where we should be.
We were invited by our former daughter-in-law to a party for our grandson who turns 7 today. So nice of her to include us. There were mostly her work friends there, along with her parents and a sister (and her family). We mostly felt kind of the odd ones out. But our grandson knew we were there and liked the book we gave him. We'll run down this afternoon and share birthday cake with him our son-the Dad. Two trips to southern Utah county in two days feels like a lot. But they're worth it. We rarely get to see them. They're just far enough away that it takes some effort on both sides to get together. I wish we could help them out a little more. Times are tough all around.
I was given a generous gift card to Amazon. Wanted some clothes. I've ordered and sent back 95% of everything I found. I'm too short for my weight. And apparently loose fit is only for skinny shapeless women with no bosoms. (Couldn't even button two of the blouses I ordered and I'm not particularly busty.) So I'm off again this morning to return the latest. Sigh. Maybe that means I've enough clothes right now. Or not.
I'm so grateful today for a home that's ours, that we have enough $$ to pay the property taxes and enough to manage Christmas. I'm enjoying the beautiful fall. We often have a spate of heat about this time of year but so far the temps have been perfect, the skies light on clouds and the nights cool enough. The Husband brought in another cantelope this morning and it was a keeper, to my surprise. I'm grateful we've been able to hold off on turning on the furnaces. There's so much dust and dirt from all the construction going on next door I don't want to bring it in to foul the filters. They're much too expensive. Grateful for hugs from kids. I've had to learn how to do that. It's good for me.
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