Time Passes Quickly...

when life feels crazy.  I've kind of gotten out of the habit of posting here.  And I shouldn't, because this is my "journal" where I put things I want to remember.  And already, I've forgotten quite a few things.

Pretty moon.

Our morning walks continue to be my favorite way to begin the day.  We've taken two "The Husband" walks this week, where we drive out of the neighborhood to walk somewhere different.  The other morning we drove over to walk a portion of the Jordan River Trail.  We saw very few people and though we began the walk in the dark, it was full light when we finished.  The one thing of note (besides the stunningly beautiful full harvest moon that I can never quite capture in picture) was the group of 7 deer we saw bounding (love the "boing, boing, boing") across the meadow.  It seems we've seen deer most every time we've walked lately.  One morning we followed for a couple blocks a couple deer as they meandered down the street, snatching nibbles and sniffs of the plants along the way.  We were walking slowly and being as silent as possible to prolong the experience.

We celebrated our 51st anniversary sort of quietly.  The big celebration will be later.  I'm so grateful both our daughters remembered our special day and reached out with kind wishes.  Since the day was on a Sunday, we went the next day for dinner, kind of skipping lunch so as to not spoil our appetite for the large steak we split.  It was undercooked and we hesitated to answer the servers question about how it was.  But casually said it was quite undercooked and declined to send it back, not wanting fuss. (I'm all about avoiding fuss.) The result was our planned stop for ice cream with a generous gift card from my birthday was cancelled when the server brought us an ice cream sundae on the house because the meat wasn't satisfactory. 

Last Sunday, our daughter played her flute in Sacrament meeting for the mid-meeting musical number. I got to accompany her.  She was scheduled to do this back in March of 2020, the very week church was cancelled "because of COVID".  (I'm a tad weary of hearing that phrase all the time:  because of COVID, mostly because it's true, how hugely it has impacted life for everyone around the world.)  Our sweet music chair wanted us to do it still, so Sunday was the day.  I was most anxious for it to be a good experience.  I find the longer I do this music thing (I had played the previous Sunday for a young woman who gets paid to sing and worried that people would think I want to always be in the spotlight.  I only play because I'm asked to. ) the more nervous I get.  I have become a fan of the breathing I learned from yoga, it definitely calms me. You'd think after all these years I would be less nervous.  But no, I'm more.

I've done some sewing for the Stake R.S. project.  Sometimes I wonder if they dream up these projects because they think the old ladies need something to do.  They are usually a challenge and not quite efficiently put together.  But whatever.  I did my part.  Put aside life for 2 1/2 days to do it, but got it done.  I'm still working on my little cardigan, though I've set it aside temporarily. 

The tomato plants have been pulled from the garden.  They were such over-producers this year.  We keep saying next year we'll plant fewer and then when spring comes and we head to the garden center for starts we kind of lose control and we never quite manage to have a smaller garden.  We still have a few cantaloupe we hope will ripen soon.  We've had 5 or 6 this year which has been amazing for us, we haven't historically had good luck with melons.  The carrots were a bit of a disappointment, but we'll keep trying, The Husband likes carrots.  And we learned that even though we like the idea of the japanese cucumbers because they are longer and less "seedy", they are often bitter.  So we'll stick with our regular cucumbers, we had so many we were running out of people to give the extra to.

We're still waiting on the glass for the front door.  Were told on Monday there were still hoping for an install this week (they are already several weeks behind what they projected) but so far we haven't heard a word.  I'm annoyed. 

And yesterday I received a call from my childhood friend.  She was my maid of honor (and only attendant) at our small wedding all those years ago.  We were on the phone nearly 1 1/2 hours.  And what fun it was.  We laughed and caught up and it felt like I'd seen her last week instead of several years ago.  How grateful I am for that conversation that I needed more than I knew.  It helped me be kind to people.