Saturday, August 25, 2012

I Love to See the Temple



The main reason Joe and Mandy and the kids came up for the weekend was to go to the Brigham City Temple Open House. It was a nice way to start the day, that's for sure!



The temple is beautiful. It's smaller than I realized it would be but it will be adequate, I'm sure. It's a nice addition to main street in Brigham City, too.









All of us . . . and several others we don't have a clue who they are!




Joe, Mandy & Family

We're excited for the dedication on September 23, 2012. Because Tyler would turn 12 before then, he gets to participate in the Cultural Celebration all the youth in the area are putting on the day before. He's loving being a pioneer and learning all the dances!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

A Puzzling Piece of My Life Today

I saw a quote that has had me thinking all day. Well, at least all the day since I read it.



Arrange whatever pieces come your way.


I'm a believer in jigsaw puzzles - for all ages. It's been said {or I've read it's been said} that putting puzzles together helps young children develop problem solving skills. Heck! Forget just young kids. I think it helps at any age. I have to slow down and place them all face up {depending on how much room I have} and study and figure and turn and flip and toss it for later or put it in the pile of 'green' ones or 'flower' pieces or 'edge' pieces. What part of my life does that process not help with?



When a puzzle is purchased, though, I should be safe in assuming that all the correct pieces are in the box and, when I get it all put together, it will look exactly like the picture on the lid. It's pretty well a given. Unless, of course, I've bought the puzzle at a yardsale or D.I. - buyer beware then.



It's different for the day-to-day lifelong puzzle, though. Sure, I was given a box of pieces. Given some general guidelines as to how to put it together and a vague description of what it should look like. The picture on the lid is like one of those holographic (?) pictures that changes depending on its environment and from what perspective it's looked at.



Each day that goes by, though, I realize someone messes with my pieces! The nerve!



The only thing meaner than messing with my puzzle piece organization is to watch over my shoulder while I play solitaire. Grrr.



Just when I think I have all the edges out and arranged and snapped together, a fine border complete, I stumble upon another edge piece or two, requiring me to stretch and rearrange what I had previously thought was a well defined border. Carefully pressing in the last piece to complete a particular section of the puzzle, I'm given very little time for sighs and pats on my back for the completion. The table gets bumped or I realize that section goes somewhere different or, even worse, I don't even know for sure where that section is going to fit {if it belongs in my puzzle at all}. Amazing.



When I was little and would get frustrated with a particular puzzle project, walking away was the best thing. Come back with a fresh set of eyes. It was amazing how that worked. Where once I was stuck, now all of a sudden pieces were jumping out at me and I knew right where they needed to be placed. That still works now that I'm an old person, still working on the same puzzle.



My how it's changed! And it's still changing. I hope it's pleasing to look on when it is finally finished. I'm sure there will be holes. Pieces I totally lost out of carelessness or foolisheness. There's a bunch of bent ones and torn ones as I struggled to make them fit in a certain place - frustrated that my way was not the right way! There are colors and details and shapes in my puzzle that I never thought would be in a puzzle of mine. But there they are - front and center - shouting out their presence to anyone who glances at it. Somehow it seems to fit - adding elements to my puzzle I never would have thought I wanted - or needed.



Bottom line - it's my puzzle, though. With all its flaws and imperfections and craziness. I can't pass it off to anyone else because it just wouldn't fit with anyone else. So I guess I'll keep on picking up pieces, studying them, turning them, organizing them, snapping them in place, moving them somewhere else. It's certainly puzzling but, overall, it keeps me from falling totally to pieces.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

An Overdue Apology

Dear House:



I've been trying to rearrange furniture and clean you a little bit these last couple of days. More than usual, that is. All my work seems to have done is remind me how we got off to a bad start and time never stood still long enough for us to work out our differences.



I try to practice what I read and not express my distaste because it will just bring more back to me. I try and express gratitude for a door to open when I come home; a roof over my head to keep out the weather; walls all around me to shelter me from damaging winds; stairs to climb to get up out of the worldly muck that tries to bury me on a day to day basis and a floor with footings and a foundation to support me when the ground all around seems to be quicksand. I try. At the same time, I could also {way too easily} rattle off everything that is wrong with you. And the negative always wins out.



I'm sorry I hate you so much and I'm really sorry I've let you get so rundown and dirty. But, you see, my mom would always come and spend a week once a year and help me clean. We'd talk and laugh and solve our problems. We had fun and cleaned.



But she's gone and she left without teaching me how she made keeping a house clean fun and enjoyable. So now I'm sort of missing her. I know you're wishing these tears would wash your windows and your windows' sills or get the dust off your walls and floors and carpets but they won't.



So, for now, my small efforts and apologies will have to tide you over. Maybe another year.



Signed,

JustMe

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Out With the Old - In With the New




I'm really not as fickle as I may seem. But, when a chance to develop a relationship with a new set of wheels comes my way, I don't hesitate to jump ship {or truck or car}. 





My recent relationship with Tank has been awesome - all 238,000 miles of him. 





Before that I had a relationship with the Jimmy. We had some fun times. The most memorable of which was at the Crossroads! But we recovered and were happy to have shared such a side-smashing event together!














All good things must come to an end, though, and ever since Jimmy's transmission started making noises, neither myself or LOML dared drive it out of town. Actually, I think LOML's exact advise to me was, "You probably don't want to drive it any farther than you want to walk back." I'm a quick learner. That was my cue to walk away - no matter how many harrowing experiences we had shared.



LOML started looking for vehicles and we finally found one that we liked - thanks to Nate. It was a vehicle he has worked on and so he knew more of the history than we would have normally known about a for-sale-by-owner vehicle. As it worked out {typical} we were a little slow on the draw and the owner had actually traded the vehicle into a local car dealership. Anyway, we ended up deciding it was a good deal and the time had come to bid farewell to Jimmy. It was a sad day - overshadowed, however, with the excitement of getting to know a new {well, new to us} vehicle.






LOML bidding farewell to Jimmy




Getting into Jimmy for the last time. I don't do so good

with self-portrait picture taking.




Oh, yeah, didn't take that long to get the frown off my face!

Taking off in my new set of wheels. I see a long and enjoyable

relationship in our future!

Meet the newest member of our family - Dora the Explorer. I think I just heard all my kids throw up in their mouths but I think it's a pretty clever name.