My Grandmother, Dorothy Hockett, was not my biological grandmother. I don't know that she was any more than five feet tall, if that, but she was a powerhouse in my mind. She was dynamic and educated and articulate and always well-groomed and...refined. Yes, that's the word that often comes to mind when I think of her. Refined.
I don't know as much about her life as I would like, but I know that she was a loving wife to my Granddad and a loving mother to her own son and my Granddad's three children. I know that her life was not always easy. For all intents and purposes, she is the woman my father thinks of as Mother in the true nurturer sense of the word. She is my Grandmother. Never Grandma -- oh no. Not Nana or Grammy or anything like that. Always Grandmother. Always refined.
She was tiny and, in later years, frail. I remember her hands...she had terrible arthritis and her fingers and knuckles were swollen and her hands often did not cooperate, her joints not always straightening all the way. My Granddad did many tasks for her because her hands hurt. He drove her places, helped her dress, did much of the cooking...he loved her dearly and he showed it in every interaction I ever observed between the two of them.
I have two examples of her handwriting. One is in her Book of Mormon, given to her in the late 1940s by a family member. I love that book. It sits on my bedside table, the black leather cover fading and distintegrating a bit on the edges. The pages are no longer pristine white. But throughout that book are the verses she carefully marked with red pencil. I know she used a ruler or straightedge of some kind. The underlining is perfect, the lines straight and even. There are verses she highlighted with that red marking pencil, sometimes with yellow marking pencil. I love to read the verses she marked -- the verses that were significant and most meaningful to her. But most of all, I love to read her hand-written annotations in the margins. I can see the progression of her arthritis in those pages...in earlier days the handwriting is very clear, so proper, with each letter perfectly formed according to strict handwriting standards. And then, towards the end of her years with that precious book, her handwriting is shaky, spidery, and sometimes hard to decipher. But still she read. And still she wrote. And still she had faith.
The other example is a short note she wrote to me after Mark and I got engaged. We went to visit Grandmother and Granddad on that same trip when we got engaged and our engagement was so new and shiny and exciting. It was important to me that they meet Mark and that they like him. After the trip, she wrote me a short note and in it she shared some thoughts and advice that I treasured and tried hard to follow. I found out later that some of her advice was based on her own difficult experiences and that made the note even more precious.
There is one othe example of her handwriting I wish I still had. One weekend when I was a student at BYU, I went to visit my grandparents and asked her to proofread a paper I was writing for a class. She took her red pen and marked up my paper with great gusto. I think she enjoyed the exercise. She sent my Granddad to the local Kinko's to photocopy information on correct use of commas a semi-colons and spent at least two hours that weekend teaching me how and when to use them correctly. At the time I was a little hurt that she had found so much wrong with my paper, although I was also grateful that she took time to review it and help me improve it. I wish I had kept it.
She passed away in 1994, just a few short months after our daughter Alyssa was born. She never got to meet Alyssa.
My Grandmother's hands...painstakingly writing a note to a granddaughter embarking on a new phase of life. Painstakingly reviewing a college paper and pointing out errors and providing corrections. Painstakingly marking and annotate her scriptures. Providing physical evidence of her love for me and her love of the scriptures.
Today I fear my hands are becoming arthritic like hers, soon to be swollen and not work the way I want them to. In the last several weeks I can't remember a day that my knuckles didn't ache and swell...that playing the piano didn't cause some additional discomfort...that my knees didn't ache and swell, making it painful at times to walk up and down the stairs in our home, to change position after sitting for too long. My elbows hurt. And I can tell it is more than just little aches and pains. Rheumatoid arthritis runs in my family and I was tested for it last year. My levels were high but still in the normal range, barely. The pain went away. Now it is back.
I find myself during the day rubbing lotion into my aching hands and I remember watching my Grandmother do the same thing. I remember watching her slowly and gently rub her hands, as if she could rub the pain away. I do the same thing. It is a subconcious thing -- I don't even realize I'm doing it until I catch myself.
In this current time of trial and tribulation in my life, I find myself thinking of her often and remembering how gracefully she bore the trials and tribulations of her own life -- at least from my vantage point. I want my hands to be like hers....lovingly writing notes to family members...lovingly providing guidance and assistance...and lovingly reading and marking my scriptures and finding peace and inspiration in them.
Even all these years later, I still think of her often and wonder if she would be proud of me and how I have turned out. I imagine she would tell me to keep my chin up and just keep pushing through.
That's what I'm trying to do.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
I Have Learned....
...that some days there isn't much point in getting out of bed, and yet we do it anyway because we think surely today has to be the day that things change for the better. And sometimes it is. Sometimes -- oftimes -- it is not. But there is a small amount of strength gained every time we do it.
...that we can't escape the consequences of past stupidity. Sometimes those consequences follow us forever and we just can't get rid of them. Repentance and forgiveness do not mean that consequences are eliminated -- the consequences often remain and must be dealt with. Sometimes repeatedly.
...that history repeats itself. No matter how much we don't want it to. And the reason history repeats itself is because it is so hard to change one's nature. Which leads to...
...that changing oneself is much harder than the self-help gurus make it sound.
...that avoidance is not always (and not usually) the best coping mechanism.
...that I am the Queen of Avoidance. And procrastination. And retail therapy. These are not good things. Although they make me feel better temporarily.
...that sometimes life just sucks and there isn't a darn thing you can do about it except try again tomorrow...and the next day...and the next day.
...that you have to keep praying even when it feels like you're talking to a brick wall and not getting anywhere. If for no other reason than to show yourself that you still have hope and faith burning deep inside, somewhere.
...that I can be good enough for other people, but I am never good enough for myself. I am my own worst critic and my own worst enemy. And I have a way of living up to the self-directed put-downs and insults. And that needs to change but I don't know how to change it.
...that there are things that I'm really not good at, but I need to learn how to do them and deal with them and be a big girl about it.
...that I would never be a good poker player, but I'm pretty sure I would be a darn good alcoholic, smoker, and gambler....if I allowed myself those vices. I'm grateful that I don't. I'm grateful that I've never hit rock bottom to the point that I had a desire to engage in those activities. I have an addictive personality. I suppose I should be grateful that it only manifests itself in the ways that it does, even though I need to change those ways.
...that people expect me to be Miss Sunshine all the time. And I just can't do it. And it's too exhausting sometimes. Because when I crash, I crash hard. I don't seem to have a "medium" setting...it's either high or low. And so, in times like these, I manage to get through the work day with the Miss Sunshine facade intact and then crumble when I get home. My poor family has to deal with the fallout. It's not fair to them. But I just can't be strong all the time. I can't.
...that some of the things that scare me most in life are the things that are being thrown in my path lately. And that we shouldn't be in the situation we're in at this point in our lives. And it's my fault that we are. Entirely my fault. We've been here several times before and each time it has been 100% my fault. And each time I find a way to climb out. History repeating itself. And I don't know how to break the cycle. This time, though, I can't find a way to climb out. In this current storm, it feels like I'm on the Titanic and there aren't any life boats left.
....that I can't do more than I'm doing. There are only so many hours in the day and my energy only stretches so far. I cannot run faster than I have strength, no matter how hard I try.
...that sometimes life is just too real, too rough, too raw, and too big. Now is one of those times.
...that sometimes I phyically wrap my arms around myself to try to hold myself together. And sometimes I can't open my mouth because the moment I do, the tears will come and I won't be able to stop them.
...that even in all of this darkness and turmoil, I have been blessed with loving family and friends who try hard to share their light when mine is flickering and threatening to go out.
...that somehow, God is aware of me and my struggles and my anxiety and fear and panic. I have to believe that. I just have to. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just. Keep. Swimming. Just keep your head above water a little while longer...it has to get better.
Please don't think this post means I'm going to do something drastic and stupid. I'm not. I just need an outlet. You don't have to respond. I just need an outlet...someplace to get it all out so I don't vent all of my fear and frustration on my family.
...that we can't escape the consequences of past stupidity. Sometimes those consequences follow us forever and we just can't get rid of them. Repentance and forgiveness do not mean that consequences are eliminated -- the consequences often remain and must be dealt with. Sometimes repeatedly.
...that history repeats itself. No matter how much we don't want it to. And the reason history repeats itself is because it is so hard to change one's nature. Which leads to...
...that changing oneself is much harder than the self-help gurus make it sound.
...that avoidance is not always (and not usually) the best coping mechanism.
...that I am the Queen of Avoidance. And procrastination. And retail therapy. These are not good things. Although they make me feel better temporarily.
...that sometimes life just sucks and there isn't a darn thing you can do about it except try again tomorrow...and the next day...and the next day.
...that you have to keep praying even when it feels like you're talking to a brick wall and not getting anywhere. If for no other reason than to show yourself that you still have hope and faith burning deep inside, somewhere.
...that I can be good enough for other people, but I am never good enough for myself. I am my own worst critic and my own worst enemy. And I have a way of living up to the self-directed put-downs and insults. And that needs to change but I don't know how to change it.
...that there are things that I'm really not good at, but I need to learn how to do them and deal with them and be a big girl about it.
...that I would never be a good poker player, but I'm pretty sure I would be a darn good alcoholic, smoker, and gambler....if I allowed myself those vices. I'm grateful that I don't. I'm grateful that I've never hit rock bottom to the point that I had a desire to engage in those activities. I have an addictive personality. I suppose I should be grateful that it only manifests itself in the ways that it does, even though I need to change those ways.
...that people expect me to be Miss Sunshine all the time. And I just can't do it. And it's too exhausting sometimes. Because when I crash, I crash hard. I don't seem to have a "medium" setting...it's either high or low. And so, in times like these, I manage to get through the work day with the Miss Sunshine facade intact and then crumble when I get home. My poor family has to deal with the fallout. It's not fair to them. But I just can't be strong all the time. I can't.
...that some of the things that scare me most in life are the things that are being thrown in my path lately. And that we shouldn't be in the situation we're in at this point in our lives. And it's my fault that we are. Entirely my fault. We've been here several times before and each time it has been 100% my fault. And each time I find a way to climb out. History repeating itself. And I don't know how to break the cycle. This time, though, I can't find a way to climb out. In this current storm, it feels like I'm on the Titanic and there aren't any life boats left.
....that I can't do more than I'm doing. There are only so many hours in the day and my energy only stretches so far. I cannot run faster than I have strength, no matter how hard I try.
...that sometimes life is just too real, too rough, too raw, and too big. Now is one of those times.
...that sometimes I phyically wrap my arms around myself to try to hold myself together. And sometimes I can't open my mouth because the moment I do, the tears will come and I won't be able to stop them.
...that even in all of this darkness and turmoil, I have been blessed with loving family and friends who try hard to share their light when mine is flickering and threatening to go out.
...that somehow, God is aware of me and my struggles and my anxiety and fear and panic. I have to believe that. I just have to. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just. Keep. Swimming. Just keep your head above water a little while longer...it has to get better.
Please don't think this post means I'm going to do something drastic and stupid. I'm not. I just need an outlet. You don't have to respond. I just need an outlet...someplace to get it all out so I don't vent all of my fear and frustration on my family.
Monday, February 25, 2013
The Tipping Point
The tipping point...the last straw...the straw that broke the camel's back...the thing that pushed me over the edge.
I am there. I am past there.
I am trying so desperately to cling to hope but right now hope is slipping ever so surely away from me, like water pulls back from the ocean after the wave breaks. Slipping through my fingers.
This is a safe place (since only two people read it that I know of). And so I come here to vent and give voice to my fears.
I have many. I know that fear and faith cannot coexist.
Right now, fear is winning.
I am there. I am past there.
I am trying so desperately to cling to hope but right now hope is slipping ever so surely away from me, like water pulls back from the ocean after the wave breaks. Slipping through my fingers.
This is a safe place (since only two people read it that I know of). And so I come here to vent and give voice to my fears.
I have many. I know that fear and faith cannot coexist.
Right now, fear is winning.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
The One Where I Officially Declare Myself on a Roll
Yeah, that's this one. This blog post. Because I've now posted every Sunday of 2013, I think. So I'm going to say I'm on a roll and hope I didn't just jinx next week.
Mark and Brie started their basketball tournaments this week. Mark's team has won their first two games, and Brie's team won their first game last night. In addition, she's playing on our ward YW basketball team and they won their game yesterday (59 to 16...so far our girls have the best team in the stake). Brie isn't a high scoring player (a fact which, in her mind, means she is not a good player), but she is a thinking player and an intense player. She thinks about the game, about strategy, about what she needs to do and how to do it, and she plays with everything she's got. Last night's game was a particularly rough game and it was a hard fought victory. The other team played dirty, the refs let them get away with it, and the parents in the stands were encouraging it. But she kept her head in the game and played as hard as she could. I love to watch my girls give all of their effort to something because, whatever the score at the end, as long as they played their best and gave everything they could, they have won in my book.
It's nice to see Mark coaching. He's such a good coach and he has enjoyed coaching this rec league team made up of a bunch of boys from our ward. His high school is looking for a new basketball coach and I hope he puts in for the position.
The sun is shining but the wind is blowing. It's still cold here in Virginia. A sister in our ward spoke in church today and she served a mission in Siberia where it was 40 degrees below zero frequently during the winter, and for long stretches of time. Worse than Anchorage, AK for sure. In Siberia it was winter from August through mid June. Yikes! It made me feel like a wimp.
Alyssa is doing well at BYU. We're grateful for the learning experiences she is having and that she has some good roommates who have become close friends, and we're grateful she has a wonderful bishop.
As sequestration looms on the horizon and seems unavoidable at this point in time, I am becoming more and more unsettled about our financial situation. If sequestration goes into effect, Department o Defense civilians will be furloughed 22 days from mid-April through the end of September...one day per week, 20% of our income for that time period. I have had times of peace and comfort when I think about it, but I'm still having moments of complete terror. Honestly, we're not in a financial situation to absorb a pay cut like that. I'm just not sure how we'll manage. I've thought about teaching piano lessons again but I don't have the energy by the time I get home from work after being gone for 12 hours. We're cutting back everywhere we can, trimming unnecessary expenses, etc. But I just don't know how we're going to do it. I am trying so hard to hold onto the peaceful feelings I've had and not lose faith. I pray earnestly multiple times every day for our elected politicians (I refuse to call most of them "leaders" because they are definitely NOT showing leadership in this crisis) to find a way to avoid furloughing civilian employees. It seems hopeless at this point in time. But I continue to hope and pray and try to have faith that we'll be ok. From what I understand, if the furloughs go into effect, about 70-80% of our stake will be affected, either directly because they are civil service employees, or because they work for defense contractors. We live in a relatively wealthy area (not that everyone is wealthy -- not the case) and I'm grateful that the stake leaders last year really pushed emergency preparedness...hopefully a lot of people are in a better situation than we are with this stuff looming on the horizon. This is one of those times where I just kick myself over and over and over for the poor decisions I've made....because our debt situation is 100% entirely my fault. We're trying so hard and just can't get ahead...and this furlough will make it worse. But somehow things will work out. I just have to believe that. Somehow, I just have to believe that. I've been fighting a headache for a few days and I've finally figured out that it's a tension headache from all of this stress. I need to get rid of it.
I desperately wish that I was taking ballet classes right now -- I need the therapy ballet provides me...I need the absolute discipline, the absolute focus, the controlled movement, the carefully contained energy, and the weekly opportunity to lose myself in something that I love so deeply and escape the world around me. Alas, it is definitely not in the budget right now, nor have I been able to find time to work on ballet myself at home. I need to do that. I find myself become short-tempered and impatient with my family and people at work and I know it's because I need that outlet for my stress and tension. *sigh*
I have the opportunity to go out with the sister missionaries this week. I have to admit to being pretty scared about it but I'm hoping it will be a good experience.
Brie and Mark had the opportunity to go to DC on Friday and meet up with some of Brie's friends and former classmates who are here on a field trip. I wanted to go with them and meet my dear friend Brenda Taylor, one of the teachers leading the field trip, but I just couldn't get out of work this week. I think it would have done me a world of good to see her and draw from her faith and strength. But I'm glad Brie had that opportunity.
Mark and Brie started their basketball tournaments this week. Mark's team has won their first two games, and Brie's team won their first game last night. In addition, she's playing on our ward YW basketball team and they won their game yesterday (59 to 16...so far our girls have the best team in the stake). Brie isn't a high scoring player (a fact which, in her mind, means she is not a good player), but she is a thinking player and an intense player. She thinks about the game, about strategy, about what she needs to do and how to do it, and she plays with everything she's got. Last night's game was a particularly rough game and it was a hard fought victory. The other team played dirty, the refs let them get away with it, and the parents in the stands were encouraging it. But she kept her head in the game and played as hard as she could. I love to watch my girls give all of their effort to something because, whatever the score at the end, as long as they played their best and gave everything they could, they have won in my book.
It's nice to see Mark coaching. He's such a good coach and he has enjoyed coaching this rec league team made up of a bunch of boys from our ward. His high school is looking for a new basketball coach and I hope he puts in for the position.
The sun is shining but the wind is blowing. It's still cold here in Virginia. A sister in our ward spoke in church today and she served a mission in Siberia where it was 40 degrees below zero frequently during the winter, and for long stretches of time. Worse than Anchorage, AK for sure. In Siberia it was winter from August through mid June. Yikes! It made me feel like a wimp.
Alyssa is doing well at BYU. We're grateful for the learning experiences she is having and that she has some good roommates who have become close friends, and we're grateful she has a wonderful bishop.
As sequestration looms on the horizon and seems unavoidable at this point in time, I am becoming more and more unsettled about our financial situation. If sequestration goes into effect, Department o Defense civilians will be furloughed 22 days from mid-April through the end of September...one day per week, 20% of our income for that time period. I have had times of peace and comfort when I think about it, but I'm still having moments of complete terror. Honestly, we're not in a financial situation to absorb a pay cut like that. I'm just not sure how we'll manage. I've thought about teaching piano lessons again but I don't have the energy by the time I get home from work after being gone for 12 hours. We're cutting back everywhere we can, trimming unnecessary expenses, etc. But I just don't know how we're going to do it. I am trying so hard to hold onto the peaceful feelings I've had and not lose faith. I pray earnestly multiple times every day for our elected politicians (I refuse to call most of them "leaders" because they are definitely NOT showing leadership in this crisis) to find a way to avoid furloughing civilian employees. It seems hopeless at this point in time. But I continue to hope and pray and try to have faith that we'll be ok. From what I understand, if the furloughs go into effect, about 70-80% of our stake will be affected, either directly because they are civil service employees, or because they work for defense contractors. We live in a relatively wealthy area (not that everyone is wealthy -- not the case) and I'm grateful that the stake leaders last year really pushed emergency preparedness...hopefully a lot of people are in a better situation than we are with this stuff looming on the horizon. This is one of those times where I just kick myself over and over and over for the poor decisions I've made....because our debt situation is 100% entirely my fault. We're trying so hard and just can't get ahead...and this furlough will make it worse. But somehow things will work out. I just have to believe that. Somehow, I just have to believe that. I've been fighting a headache for a few days and I've finally figured out that it's a tension headache from all of this stress. I need to get rid of it.
I desperately wish that I was taking ballet classes right now -- I need the therapy ballet provides me...I need the absolute discipline, the absolute focus, the controlled movement, the carefully contained energy, and the weekly opportunity to lose myself in something that I love so deeply and escape the world around me. Alas, it is definitely not in the budget right now, nor have I been able to find time to work on ballet myself at home. I need to do that. I find myself become short-tempered and impatient with my family and people at work and I know it's because I need that outlet for my stress and tension. *sigh*
I have the opportunity to go out with the sister missionaries this week. I have to admit to being pretty scared about it but I'm hoping it will be a good experience.
Brie and Mark had the opportunity to go to DC on Friday and meet up with some of Brie's friends and former classmates who are here on a field trip. I wanted to go with them and meet my dear friend Brenda Taylor, one of the teachers leading the field trip, but I just couldn't get out of work this week. I think it would have done me a world of good to see her and draw from her faith and strength. But I'm glad Brie had that opportunity.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Another Week...
It's been another pretty uneventful week. Things are going well and life continues to move on, more quickly than I would like.
Since there isn't much to say about this week, I think I'll do more random thoughts.
-I love flowers. Love them. I love calla lilies the most, then hydrangeas and roses, and I also like stargazer lilies -- they're gorgeous. I had stargazer lilies in my bridal bouquet. What I didn't realize is that they smell terrible. And that their pollen is sticky and stains clothing. I learned that lesson a few years later. A co-worker received flowers at work this week from her husband -- a gorgeous bouquet of red roses and stargazer lilies. After two days, her cubemates asked her to get rid of the lilies because they smelled so bad. She went all through the office trying to give them away but the smell was too strong. They ended up in the trash. As with most things, it's the thought that counts.
-Alyssa has been feeling like she'll end up going to South America or Latin America on her mission. I just want her to go somewhere safe, clean, and with all modern conveniences. And no large bugs, natural disasters, or criminals. Yeah, somewhere like that. Again, I've been feeling strongly that this mission is something she needs to prepare her to be the woman Heavenly Father wants and needs her to be and that He knows she will become. It is a humbling thought. I wonder constantly now if we did enough to teach her and prepare her for this adventure. I fear the answer is no, and I've been thinking about what we need to do differently (and start doing) so that Brie will be prepared in the event that she also decides to go on a mission.
-I taught Relief Society today and, as usual, I got through maybe one-third of the material I had prepared. But the sisters contributed so many wonderful experiences, thoughts, and comments, that I feel like it's ok that I only got through a small part of the lesson. It was interesting that the Sunday School lesson today was so closely tied in to the Relief Society lesson. Coincidence? I think not. And what was also interesting is that both lessons related to a subject I've been pondering a lot lately -- receiving personal inspiration and studying the gospel. Again...not a coincidence.
-I love long weekends. This is a four-day weekend for me. Happiness! Haircut done, visiting teaching done, some laundry done, some grocery shopping done, dinner out with my husband (dare we call it an actual date?), some French coursework done, and some relaxing done.
-I had a brief but heartfelt exchange of messages with one of my cousins today. Her Dad acted on a prompting many years ago and ended up being exactly where I needed him to be at a very important moment -- he truly was an answer to my prayers. Coincidence that he showed up when and where he did at the precise moment I needed him? I think not. I shared that experience with my cousin and she shared some of her currently struggles and frustrations with me. I hope I was able to help her know that, while I haven't been through the same thing she is going through, I have been through something similar enough that I have great empathy for her. I come from a large family with lots of cousins and I don't know them as well as I would like to. But I am grateful for them all the same.
-I need to get to the temple.
Since there isn't much to say about this week, I think I'll do more random thoughts.
-I love flowers. Love them. I love calla lilies the most, then hydrangeas and roses, and I also like stargazer lilies -- they're gorgeous. I had stargazer lilies in my bridal bouquet. What I didn't realize is that they smell terrible. And that their pollen is sticky and stains clothing. I learned that lesson a few years later. A co-worker received flowers at work this week from her husband -- a gorgeous bouquet of red roses and stargazer lilies. After two days, her cubemates asked her to get rid of the lilies because they smelled so bad. She went all through the office trying to give them away but the smell was too strong. They ended up in the trash. As with most things, it's the thought that counts.
-Alyssa has been feeling like she'll end up going to South America or Latin America on her mission. I just want her to go somewhere safe, clean, and with all modern conveniences. And no large bugs, natural disasters, or criminals. Yeah, somewhere like that. Again, I've been feeling strongly that this mission is something she needs to prepare her to be the woman Heavenly Father wants and needs her to be and that He knows she will become. It is a humbling thought. I wonder constantly now if we did enough to teach her and prepare her for this adventure. I fear the answer is no, and I've been thinking about what we need to do differently (and start doing) so that Brie will be prepared in the event that she also decides to go on a mission.
-I taught Relief Society today and, as usual, I got through maybe one-third of the material I had prepared. But the sisters contributed so many wonderful experiences, thoughts, and comments, that I feel like it's ok that I only got through a small part of the lesson. It was interesting that the Sunday School lesson today was so closely tied in to the Relief Society lesson. Coincidence? I think not. And what was also interesting is that both lessons related to a subject I've been pondering a lot lately -- receiving personal inspiration and studying the gospel. Again...not a coincidence.
-I love long weekends. This is a four-day weekend for me. Happiness! Haircut done, visiting teaching done, some laundry done, some grocery shopping done, dinner out with my husband (dare we call it an actual date?), some French coursework done, and some relaxing done.
-I had a brief but heartfelt exchange of messages with one of my cousins today. Her Dad acted on a prompting many years ago and ended up being exactly where I needed him to be at a very important moment -- he truly was an answer to my prayers. Coincidence that he showed up when and where he did at the precise moment I needed him? I think not. I shared that experience with my cousin and she shared some of her currently struggles and frustrations with me. I hope I was able to help her know that, while I haven't been through the same thing she is going through, I have been through something similar enough that I have great empathy for her. I come from a large family with lots of cousins and I don't know them as well as I would like to. But I am grateful for them all the same.
-I need to get to the temple.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Random Thoughts
A smattering of my random thoughts on this Sunday afternoon...
*It's been a rather uneventful week here. It snowed once, but melted very quickly.
*I may have finally found the secret to catnapping on the morning commute...listening to the scriptures on my phone. That wasn't why I started listening to them...I am trying to make the commute time productive and uplifting at the same time, and I can't read in a moving vehicle. So I decided to listen to the Book of Mormon on the way to work every morning. Unfortunately, this activity has an unintended consequence...I end up dozing off and then waking up a few verses later. Not good...well, the sleep is good but the effectiveness of this particular method of scripture study is definitely lacking! I need to find another way to get my scripture study in and have it be effective. Along those lines...what scripture study tips work for you?
*Brie babysat for one of my co-workers last night and earned $65!!! The going rate for babysitters in our area seems to be around $8-$10/hour (for 2-3 children), and the couple ended up being out two hours longer than they expected due to a power outage at one of the metro stations. She has decided to save up for a new iPod...this will give her a good start!
*We all worked yesterday on organizing our kitchen pantry and it's looking much better. I'm very excited with the progress.
*We had the sister missionaries over for dinner last night. Now that we're in a situation where Mark is home in the evenings we are finally able to start having the missionaries over again. It's fun to have they over. The sister missionaries in our ward are so sweet!
*Shortly after we moved we bought a new mattress for our bed. It's much taller than our old mattress and Sadie can't jump up on the bed. So instead she comes to my side of the bed and whines until I lift her up into the bed. So yesterday I bought some doggie steps, thinking that would solve the problem. Unfortunately, Sadie appears to be terrified of the steps and won't go near them. The doggie steps will probably end up going back the store...a waste of $46 (those things aren't cheap!).
*Alyssa has had a good week...and we miss her a lot!!
*It's been a rather uneventful week here. It snowed once, but melted very quickly.
*I may have finally found the secret to catnapping on the morning commute...listening to the scriptures on my phone. That wasn't why I started listening to them...I am trying to make the commute time productive and uplifting at the same time, and I can't read in a moving vehicle. So I decided to listen to the Book of Mormon on the way to work every morning. Unfortunately, this activity has an unintended consequence...I end up dozing off and then waking up a few verses later. Not good...well, the sleep is good but the effectiveness of this particular method of scripture study is definitely lacking! I need to find another way to get my scripture study in and have it be effective. Along those lines...what scripture study tips work for you?
*Brie babysat for one of my co-workers last night and earned $65!!! The going rate for babysitters in our area seems to be around $8-$10/hour (for 2-3 children), and the couple ended up being out two hours longer than they expected due to a power outage at one of the metro stations. She has decided to save up for a new iPod...this will give her a good start!
*We all worked yesterday on organizing our kitchen pantry and it's looking much better. I'm very excited with the progress.
*We had the sister missionaries over for dinner last night. Now that we're in a situation where Mark is home in the evenings we are finally able to start having the missionaries over again. It's fun to have they over. The sister missionaries in our ward are so sweet!
*Shortly after we moved we bought a new mattress for our bed. It's much taller than our old mattress and Sadie can't jump up on the bed. So instead she comes to my side of the bed and whines until I lift her up into the bed. So yesterday I bought some doggie steps, thinking that would solve the problem. Unfortunately, Sadie appears to be terrified of the steps and won't go near them. The doggie steps will probably end up going back the store...a waste of $46 (those things aren't cheap!).
*Alyssa has had a good week...and we miss her a lot!!
Sunday, February 3, 2013
February....
January is over and February has begun. Here in Virginia, February announced itself with incredibly cold weather and snow. I didn't think it snowed much up here, and even though it hasn't snowed a lot or lasted long, it has snowed several times now. The snow is beautiful...I had forgotten how quiet, calm, peaceful, and beautiful it makes the world appear. The downside? It's cold!
This has been a yin and yang sort of week...I am still struggling to get over this sinus infection and haven't felt great...my energy level is low...I'm exhausted most of the time, and I'm still congested. But the good news is that every day is at least a little better than the day before. In all of this, we have been shown such love and care by our ward family. In addition to the dear sister who gave us homemade bread and made homemade chicken noodle soup for us last Sunday, my visiting teacher showed up Monday evening and brought a lovely card, some saline spray for my nose, and an offer to bring dinner over the next night, which she did. It was not necessary, but it was definitely very much appreciated.
And my parents and Grandma came to visit this weekend! That was definitely the highlight for me. They arrived Thursday afternoon and left today after church. I was sad to see them leave, but so happy they were able to come visit, even for just a couple of days. We kept busy, too. We did some shopping on Friday, and then on Saturday we went to the Air and Space Museum at Dulles Airport -- one of the Smithsonian museums. It was huge! We saw the Enola Gay (the airplane that dropped one of the atomic bombs), the space shuttle Discovery (SO cool!), satellites, rockets, and some of the very first airplanes ever built. It was really neat and I look forward to going back and going on one of their tours to hear more about the various displays. It made me realize how fortunate we are to live in an area where we have access to so much history, culture, information, and art.
We also did a lot of work in the kitchen and sunroom, including making a valance for one of the windows, table skirts for the two butcher block tables we bought for the kitchen, and two throw pillows. I don't know how many times I went up and down the stairs during these projects...I was doing the cutting and pinning on the main floor of the house, ironing seams and hems upstairs, and sewing down in the basement. My legs are sore today! But I'm so excited with how it's coming together. My next big project is to get the kitchen pantry organized and maybe do some reorganizing of the kitchen cabinets...need to get some family pictures printed to hang on the walls, add some color, and these two rooms will be done. Yea! Both times Mom has come to visit we've ended up working on the house....the first time they came we went out and bought curtains for the living room, curtain rods, and rugs and towels for the bathroom. This time we worked on the kitchen and sun room. She jokingly asked me which part of the house we would be working on next time they visit. I'm sure we'll come up with something! It was wonderful to spend time with them....
Alyssa had a good week at school, aside from being sick with a bad cold. The highlight of her week was going to the BYU basketball game last night and being shown on the big screen twice! How cool is that???!!!
All in all, it's been a good week.
This has been a yin and yang sort of week...I am still struggling to get over this sinus infection and haven't felt great...my energy level is low...I'm exhausted most of the time, and I'm still congested. But the good news is that every day is at least a little better than the day before. In all of this, we have been shown such love and care by our ward family. In addition to the dear sister who gave us homemade bread and made homemade chicken noodle soup for us last Sunday, my visiting teacher showed up Monday evening and brought a lovely card, some saline spray for my nose, and an offer to bring dinner over the next night, which she did. It was not necessary, but it was definitely very much appreciated.
And my parents and Grandma came to visit this weekend! That was definitely the highlight for me. They arrived Thursday afternoon and left today after church. I was sad to see them leave, but so happy they were able to come visit, even for just a couple of days. We kept busy, too. We did some shopping on Friday, and then on Saturday we went to the Air and Space Museum at Dulles Airport -- one of the Smithsonian museums. It was huge! We saw the Enola Gay (the airplane that dropped one of the atomic bombs), the space shuttle Discovery (SO cool!), satellites, rockets, and some of the very first airplanes ever built. It was really neat and I look forward to going back and going on one of their tours to hear more about the various displays. It made me realize how fortunate we are to live in an area where we have access to so much history, culture, information, and art.
We also did a lot of work in the kitchen and sunroom, including making a valance for one of the windows, table skirts for the two butcher block tables we bought for the kitchen, and two throw pillows. I don't know how many times I went up and down the stairs during these projects...I was doing the cutting and pinning on the main floor of the house, ironing seams and hems upstairs, and sewing down in the basement. My legs are sore today! But I'm so excited with how it's coming together. My next big project is to get the kitchen pantry organized and maybe do some reorganizing of the kitchen cabinets...need to get some family pictures printed to hang on the walls, add some color, and these two rooms will be done. Yea! Both times Mom has come to visit we've ended up working on the house....the first time they came we went out and bought curtains for the living room, curtain rods, and rugs and towels for the bathroom. This time we worked on the kitchen and sun room. She jokingly asked me which part of the house we would be working on next time they visit. I'm sure we'll come up with something! It was wonderful to spend time with them....
Alyssa had a good week at school, aside from being sick with a bad cold. The highlight of her week was going to the BYU basketball game last night and being shown on the big screen twice! How cool is that???!!!
All in all, it's been a good week.
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