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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!

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Still breathing.

Which is, after all, a very good thing.

The phone mystery is mostly-solved. When I got to the single adult conference yesterday, they had my red phone. However, I had already taken Firstborn’s old phone [which is way smarter than the average picnic basket] to the store and had them fire it up for me. It does not come with a manual. Why? Because it is all so intuitive and user-friendly, and all you have to do is hit the help button.

Not.

I cannot figure out how to access the menu to set up my voicemail. I cannot figure out how to delete an alert without calling the person who called me. Which is why I ended up calling my bishop after 11:00p.m., much to my chagrin. I can only get the help button to work about every fifth time I use it. And I can only intermittently wipe away the page I am viewing but no longer need. I had to turn the phone off, shortly before midnight, just to make everything go away.

I will get this figured out. In the meantime I am typing out my contact list from the old phone, because it didn’t transfer, and I will be saving those numbers ad infinitum for the next time that technology kicks me in the shins.

There is a great picture of the new guy and me at the dinner last night. I have emailed the friend who took it, asking for her to email it to me and for permission to post it here. You will all be pleased to know that I do not resemble a convicted felon in this picture. Or a zombie. [If you know me on FB, you can see it there. Feel free to make comments from the peanut gallery.]

I whipped up a wrist warmer for Blessing during the workshops yesterday. The second one is underway. She may get her hands back any day now.

I missed all but the last ten minutes of the first workshop yesterday, so I stayed in the chapel and sat through the next presentation. It, and the two which followed, were very well done. Our keynote speaker was the Academy Award winning filmmaker, Kieth Merrill [no, I am not misspelling his name], who made us laugh and cry.

The dance was fun. We didn’t stay long. He was tired, I was tired, I have Primary to teach today and wanted to pick up a snack for the kids in my class. I asked DJ to play something slow and mushy, and he obliged me. There is a silver lining to having attended so many singles dances over the years. I am on a hugging basis with my favorite DJ. (I am also on a hugging basis with my second-favorite DJ, a/k/a Brother Sushi, who is in the middle of a major project at home and missed the workshops and dinner and the first part of the dance, but I did get my hug from him. Two, actually.)

Time for me to decant a school of Goldfish into each snack bag for my short people today, re-read the lesson, and figure out what I am going to wear to church.

I really need another day off tomorrow. It has been a busy weekend, and there is way too much going on inside my head, and I did not get anything like enough sleep last night.

I am so thankful that the next single adult conference is not until November. I need time to rest up. There will be a mini-conference in my old stake in the upcoming months, but nothing as taxing as this past weekend.

This sounds as if I am ungrateful. I am not. I am just extremely tired, and it’s going to be another long day. Miles to go before I sleep, and all that.

May you all have a blessed and peaceful and not-Sabbathly-breaking productive day today.

1 comment:

Jenni said...

Just come over and I will show you how to work the phone. It really is as easy as can be. When you want to make a page go away, just swipe it up.