Monday

Easter weekend was decent.  I accompanied Robert to sing in Sacrament meeting.  We had a full-blown program and I was extra-nervous/stressed.  Don't know why.  I guess I just feel so keenly my lack of education where music is concerned, always compare myself to the young/pretty/perfect/degree'd/performer that accompanies the choir.  Which is wrong and definitely should not be done.  I think Robert and I did ok.  Only one person said anything to me (that was the sweet sister who always says something nice to everyone).  We did skedaddle pretty quick out of the church after.  My priority was, as always, to bring the Spirit.  But I let the world get to me yesterday. Anyway, I didn't make any glaring mistakes, felt like I was following him properly.  But nothing is ever perfect.  And since it's been some years since I've played with the choir seats full (right there by the piano), that was a bit disconcerting to me.  I felt like everyone was hovering over me, but in reality they probably weren't paying the slightest bit of attention to me.   I've a break now, from the organ, for a couple weeks and that is welcome.  My hands shake so much and are so cold (not the best for utilizing those fingers) that it is becoming more and more troublesome.  But I'll endure.

Our Pretty tree.

We attended another Sacrament meeting as well, our former neighbor was speaking before she heads off to her mission in Cambodia.  I admire the courage to go to a third world country for 18 months at such a young age.  She is a lovely young woman and we miss having them as neighbors. 

This morning's walk yielded another fox sighting.  I saw it trotting across a lawn, then dashing across the street in front of us and off it went.  So fun to see.  We were later than usual so it was pretty light out.  Had a couple sprinkle rain drops but only a couple and it was a beautiful morning.

Walked out the front door to notice our little crabapple tree looking pretty happy.  I love all the spring blooms.  The Husband is out working in the yard - he's obliterated a couple wasps nests under the eaves, eradicated the holly hocks we no longer want and is working in the garden.  The weeds have gotten out of control.  Herbicidal soap has been less effective than we'd like and frankly the both of us are overwhelmed.  So, it'll be a "bye" year for the garden. Nothing else we could find to get rid of the weeds is recommended for a vegetable garden, so we're trying something different.  Will cover the beds with dense heavy black plastic and hope the sun will kill it all and be able to start fresh next year.  I'll miss the fresh-from-the yard tomatoes, cucumbers and melons.  The Husband's back will also appreciate a break. He so loves to putter in the yard.  This aging thing has unanticipated effects on us both.  

Lunch, dinner and lunch, dinner tomorrow and perhaps the day after will be leftover ham.  Until we're totally sick of it.  My body doesn't really like all the salt.  What a luxury to have such good food around us, so easily obtained.

Grateful today for leftovers that make it easy to figure out what to serve for those meals.  Grateful for kind people who sweetly reach out to say thanks for coming to hear their daughter speak yesterday, grateful for something good to read.  I know I say that a lot, but that is a constant thought of gratitude for me, books have been my lifelong friend.  And grateful for the beauty of another spring day. I love spring. (And fall, and winter.  Summer?  Not quite so much.😊)