I didn’t get the lasagna baked before church, so I did it as soon as I got home. Then I ran it by the elders’ apartment and handed it off, drove a new-to-me back way to the kids’ house, and planted kisses on top of the sweet heads of my grandkids before heading over to choir practice.
Only to find that I was a week early and an arpeggio short.
I was torn between going back to Secondborn’s and coming home to put on my jammies and knit until I couldn’t keep my eyes open one moment longer. I’ll let you guess which won out.
Here’s the Church’s official response to the ugliness and persecution targeting Latter-Day Saints and other supporters of Prop 8 in California. Article. I was surprised to find that our official stance on “gay rights” is somewhat more liberal than my own; apparently I need to ponder the topic more deeply and quite possibly modify my opinions. As a side note, Meridian Magazine’s website was attacked last week, because of their support of traditional marriage. There are protesters outside the Los Angeles temple. I do not understand how people who claim that we are “haters” for supporting traditional families, can be so hateful themselves.
I liked this one, too. I rarely disagree with anything that this good man says, although I have une quibblette about his statement that we knew exactly what we were getting into before we came to earth and agreed to it before the veil of forgetfulness came between us and Heavenly Father. There have been a few experiences which blindsided me and nearly derailed my spiritual development; at least that is the way I see it with these mortal eyes. I almost cannot believe that I would have agreed to endure them, or to watch my children struggle with similar issues. I could be wrong. I am frequently wrong. Sometime in the next fifty years I will find out if I am wrong, but I probably won’t be allowed to get back to you on that.
Enough with the philosophizing! Behold the back of the Sunrise Circle Jacket. The markers are for the darts which gently shape the back.
I love this yarn. I wish that it had not been discontinued. And I feel a little sad, knowing that unless I frog this sweater umpteen years from now and make it into something else, this will almost certainly be my last opportunity to let it pass through my hands and onto the needles. It’s that good.
All that knitting you see there? One ball of yarn. I joined the new ball at one of the darts before I went to bed last night and have knitted in one of the ends. Now I will head back on the purl side and knit in the other end before I hop in the tub and head out the door for the train.
I don’t often go into the chat rooms [might I add, the squeaky-clean chat rooms] on the Churchboy Dating Service. But I did last night for about 15 minutes, and it was fun. There were half a dozen people there, including one brother who is slightly older than I, witty, articulate, and just plain nice. I checked out his profile, and he lives way out west, which rules him out for me, and likes tall women, which rules me out for him. So girls, don’t worry, not your new daddy, LOL. I was just logging in to keep my membership privileges on that website.
Heading over to eBay to see if they have an odometer that would roll a certain gentleman’s age forward ten years; it would have to be waterproof as well, because even if he were the right age, there is still the small matter of baptism...
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!