Sunday, September 26, 2010

Bragging Rights





A Grandma automatically has bragging rights, right? Well I'm going to brag on Tyler today.



Today was our Ward Conference. They changed things up a bit and had a two-hour Sacrament Meeting block. This meant we only had one hour in Primary so there were no classes - everyone met together for Sharing Time and Singing Time. We have a rather small Primary room so for all of the children to meet together requires a lot of creativity for seating arrangements. The room was fairly packed by the time we started and because I play the piano, I'm at the front of the room and am able to watch what goes on.



As always, kids straggle in during the first few minutes and today was no exception. Maybe even more so because of the confusion of everyone coming to the Primary room instead of to their classes. I'm not sure if the little girl who came in is actually in Tyler's class or not but Tyler saw a situation and remedied it in a very gentlemanly way. The little girl entered the room and, before anyone else could make a decision, Tyler stood up and let the girl have his chair, then he walked to the back of the room and got another chair for himself. It was a smaller, less comfortable chair, too.



I was so proud of him! What a great young man he will be! Love you, Tyler!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Weather Forecaster

I never have been one to trust the weather men with all their fancy graphs and maps and animations on the news. They try to predict tomorrow based on man-made science and gadgets and weather stations and satellites. What about my pioneer ancestors, though? Mom used to tell me how Grandma Ward watched out her little kitchen window as storms came over the mountain, knowing the men were out in the fields on machinery. They didn't have any weather man telling them every hour, on the hour, what to expect, how to dress, and whether or not to cut and bale the hay in the north forty. There was life before weather men, I guess.



At this point, my office has lost the glow of sunshine that normally comes through the slats on the blinds. It's been replaced with a muted light. Kind of like when you play around with a photo on the computer, changing the hue or the saturation. Once I get up and open the blinds, I clearly see there's a storm brewing outside. I love to watch a good storm roll in. One with gray skies and wind and thunder and lightening and then a good cleansing rain.



I always thought the world looked so clean and refreshed afterwards. Then Alan informed me that the lightening emits nitrogen and that's what makes everything look greener. I thought it just got washed but evidently there's a scientific reason for the phenomenon. Doesn't matter to me, necessarily, because the feeling doesn't change.



Being on the 4th floor of the highest building in this thriving little metropolis has it's advantages {wish there was such a vantage point for life - guess I haven't climbed that high yet} because I not only see the storm building up but I see the blue sky pushing it through. Always blue sky somewhere. One of my favorite songs talks about bringing on the rain, "because I was thirsty anyway". Makes me remember I need the rough weather and the storms and the rain and the nitrogen so I might as well sit back and enjoy it {I was kind of thirsty}. And besides, I know someone who can calm the roughest storm.



Thank goodness.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

No Room For a Sneeze





Another of my favorite children's books. I remember reading this fable when I was a little girl. I don't know for sure why it stuck with me. Maybe it was the overall concept. Maybe at some level I was understanding mind over matter. Who knows. After unloading a trailerful of Joe and Mandy's belongings into my house, I feel like the main character in this book, too!



Basically, the old man and old woman are unhappy with the small size of their house and go to the Wise Man for advice on how to get a bigger house. Several trips to the Wise Man later, they have everything they own moved inside the walls of their 'too little' house. Exasperated, they return once more to the Wise Man, hoping for some more useful advice this time. It still takes several trips before they are able to 'realize' their bigger house. I guess you'll have to read it to discover for yourself how the Wise Man was able to get the old man and woman into a bigger house.



As I walk through my house, with several {and assorted in nature} reminders of Joe and his family in most every corner, nook and cranny, I'm amazed at how the house absorbed so much. It will be interesting to see just how much bigger my house becomes at that future date when they come and get it all. Maybe I'll go through the whole gamut of emotions this move has created all over again because then it will definitely be permanent. That should be fun!



Coolest thing, though, is I can blame it on Joe and Mandy for not being able to clean as well as I should!!! Of course, I can also blame them for the fact my house is in such a messy disarray to begin with. Wow! I could really get used to not taking any personal responsibility!!