I blew past the place where I had stopped to frog the current stealth project. I am now well over halfway done, and I will be a little sad to have this one finished. Notwithstanding the frogfest, the combination of yarn and pattern has exceeded my expectations.
Church was wonderful (as usual) yesterday. I was on time (barely). As I sat down, I saw that the adult children of two of my friends were sitting with them on the pew. They are good kids but for one reason or another have wandered away from full church activity. That was my first clue. The second was when I looked up to where the bishopric was sitting and saw that my friend who just moved to the new guy’s ward was sitting in his accustomed place next to the bishop. The third was seeing all three members of the stake presidency sitting on the other side of the pulpit.
So I put 1 + 2 + 3 together and came up with six, and it turned out I was right. We sustained that other dear friend as the new counselor in the bishopric. I got to hand him my tithing envelope before I scooted out the door at the end of Primary.
I had another of those experiences where something that had been bugging me, got answered in the course of somebody’s sacrament meeting talk. One particular phrase of scripture that she quoted, jumped out at me with a big ta-daaaa!
Also seriously cool, and the cause of a wee bit of laughing at myself, which is frequently a good thing. And on that note, I will start the last minute scramble which has become the norm around here. I want to get out my driveway before the Tonka trucks get going again. There are two parked directly in front of my house. As yard art, they leave something to be desired...
- 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!