My girls know that I don’t think the phone should ring after 9:00pm. Traditionally, I have not made calls after 9:00pm. And more than one teenager has been politely handed his or her head for calling our house after 9:00pm.
Last night I made a bunch of calls after 9:00pm. One of the members in our congregation is in the hospital. Various family members need to get fed, taken or picked up from school and activities, etc. Enter the Relief Society; this is one of the reasons that we exist.
May I just say that I love the sisters in my ward? I looked around the chapel in sacrament meeting on Sunday, and I realized that suddenly I could put a lot more names to faces, and more to the point, I am beginning to know who they are.
They are, without exception, magnificent and precious.
In knitting news, I just completed the 28th row on the right front, after the raglan decreases begin. There are now [barely] more stitches that make up the front, than make up the sleeve. Seventy-five rows until the purl-bump that marks the hem fold for the front and neck.
The yarn came for my next sweater. I don’t think I have enough arms to take it to Knit Night along with my red bag, my knitting bag, and the bag that holds my Relief Society stuff; the latter three will all be trotting along to work with me.
I love Franklin’s book. It was part of my order. I sat in the break room at lunch and laughed and chortled and snorted. Best-friend-at-work was beginning to think I had lost my mind. She said she had never heard me laugh so much, or so loudly.
Maybe I should keep that book in my Relief Society bag?
Busy day ahead, crazy week. Life is good!
@ Sherry: both dates are good for me. Let’s be greedy and claim both of them.
- 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!