tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90661770625210966292024-03-02T12:31:13.736-05:00Charlotte's JournalI Belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day SaintsCharlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.comBlogger277125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-67776023434080531032023-10-19T07:32:00.001-04:002023-12-03T16:58:10.168-05:00Freak of Nature<p>Good news: no students ask if I'm a boy or a girl anymore. A kindergartner did call me "Mr." this week, but overall I'm making progress on the gender issue.</p><p>A kindergartner also made me aware my wrist bone is a bit unusual: I had the kids sitting on the floor while I taught them about internet safety or something, when a little boy pointed at me and said,</p><p>"What's that?"</p><p>"What's what?"</p><p>"That bump."</p><p>I realized he was pointing at my wrist. "It's my wrist bone."</p><p>"Why does it stick out like that?"</p><p>"I don't know. It just does."</p><p>"Does it hurt?"</p><p>"No. Let's get back to--"</p><p>"Can I touch it?"</p><p>"No. Back to..." And I finished my brief lesson, then sent the kids to their computers, where I had to help the aforementioned child with signing in. As I typed his password, he pressed repeatedly on my wrist bone, and we repeated the above dialogue.</p><p>The following week, we went through the above experience again in the same class but with more children chiming in on the strangeness of my wrist, but I'm happy to report no one has brought up my freakishness for the past two weeks.</p><p>As you can imagine, I have been paying more attention to people's wrists of late, and I must admit mine is odd. But I assure you it doesn't hurt and has never bothered me before now.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiO8pl-CJW7VbdffG4juCfBvfSZelis9KfAmTzDKhvtvf3jTS6b7Zt_jPLOjaIQyPaCWU6SngNjnx4M_Xo6169CJ-a4xtx0GHDAeNZnoWyOwTB5QJgGdspHAOloQEMbQCZ4Nd7Ohg4EfLDkx_vB7QSZoZvbRywKQ9U2XN-mkJWZ6vqRDCVr6NTTGBak-y8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiO8pl-CJW7VbdffG4juCfBvfSZelis9KfAmTzDKhvtvf3jTS6b7Zt_jPLOjaIQyPaCWU6SngNjnx4M_Xo6169CJ-a4xtx0GHDAeNZnoWyOwTB5QJgGdspHAOloQEMbQCZ4Nd7Ohg4EfLDkx_vB7QSZoZvbRywKQ9U2XN-mkJWZ6vqRDCVr6NTTGBak-y8=w223-h297" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgo88oSb9tv7dpfC-MQwcafBQUNswcegfFo4r1yvZ2GAktqGBprv7mpWg9OxIgocKXH79Vbe26ICHzfdKim9FqEsTTeeoXtAbg0_vBwgJnoL4C2uq3kIlyu5D69cGhhSzGy8dyLkRXludfJNZT8xCq9QvIk_q9oJ9PwaeLlpkSAJvt5c0Fo1pOQdpN-rko" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgo88oSb9tv7dpfC-MQwcafBQUNswcegfFo4r1yvZ2GAktqGBprv7mpWg9OxIgocKXH79Vbe26ICHzfdKim9FqEsTTeeoXtAbg0_vBwgJnoL4C2uq3kIlyu5D69cGhhSzGy8dyLkRXludfJNZT8xCq9QvIk_q9oJ9PwaeLlpkSAJvt5c0Fo1pOQdpN-rko=w221-h295" width="221" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-65788819944868968882023-09-10T20:46:00.002-04:002023-09-10T20:46:12.468-04:00Being a computer para<p> Let me tell you, folks. I get why no one wanted this job. I make $14/hour for 7.5 hours per day. Then, in order to ensure the upcoming week isn't pure hell, I do at least 4 hours of prep work FOR FREE at home. In general, the kids are pretty fun. So there is that silver lining. </p><p>But most of my 5th grade classes are a nightmare. After this week I'll be done with Digital Citizenship lessons for the month, so I think things will get better. They want to be on the computers, not listening to lectures on cyberbullying. However, this is the most important thing I will ever teach them, so I must soldier on. I went off script with the worst class on Friday and told them cyberbullying has led to suicide and none of them were to ever be the reason someone hated their life (the actual lesson is more sanitized). They looked at me with shock, said no way, and asked how I knew that. So I told them about a case that happened on the East Coast a while ago. I could also have told them about the child that attempted suicide 2 years ago after being cyberbullied at the middle school only a stone's throw from where they sat. But I didn't.</p>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-40058021880635240272023-08-27T21:22:00.001-04:002023-09-10T20:25:33.848-04:00Back to School + the Non-certified Teacher Gig<p>First day of school for the 2023-2024 school year:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="text-align: left;">Julia (4th grade), me (elementary school computer para) </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8WcrJbiHUZZdiLwWA0nAZkq6S-nzfBuab37xMfCuyUZuGhbuEY3VGUb8EYUXfjqf0HNJJQXaZVYHbXt6DwP-wdgMkaPi0iYtPywzPfPwmxaMeLSFEA5BS42LssgzXI1deIQrTBzg5lTJf7g_8pzlX1ZtnA3Zw4DaDLa4GursLyRWXDO-BFxejqDUbPxk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="460" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8WcrJbiHUZZdiLwWA0nAZkq6S-nzfBuab37xMfCuyUZuGhbuEY3VGUb8EYUXfjqf0HNJJQXaZVYHbXt6DwP-wdgMkaPi0iYtPywzPfPwmxaMeLSFEA5BS42LssgzXI1deIQrTBzg5lTJf7g_8pzlX1ZtnA3Zw4DaDLa4GursLyRWXDO-BFxejqDUbPxk=w332-h451" width="332" /></a></div><br />Anne (junior), Claire (senior)<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXWC6vTrtRPLxdcO2aZqTXF9XZw2KZzkJQfKQlhaSRZHYXvN9vmkxmMZBytk3skbvdDWbCG_yzTLZketmoL3oCKbYNtu68K6FBCyCYaprw8AwfsxaeXN6W457KpVl_AJKWgAh4XHIoru-iP6hJNqWi6y38fGF1u9z9YKE8zv3NYT7-nG5VUQzFEkQPzbc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="389" height="537" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXWC6vTrtRPLxdcO2aZqTXF9XZw2KZzkJQfKQlhaSRZHYXvN9vmkxmMZBytk3skbvdDWbCG_yzTLZketmoL3oCKbYNtu68K6FBCyCYaprw8AwfsxaeXN6W457KpVl_AJKWgAh4XHIoru-iP6hJNqWi6y38fGF1u9z9YKE8zv3NYT7-nG5VUQzFEkQPzbc=w308-h537" width="308" /></a></div><br />Back in June I saw the elementary school was still in need of a computer para, so I thought what the heck and applied. Schools must be a bit desperate for staff because I was offered the position without even an interview. It seemed like a good idea back in June, so I accepted, but after only 8 days of school, I'm missing my stay-at-home-mom job. I haven't been this exhausted since I was 7-months pregnant with Anne and moving from Michigan to Massachusetts. However, the school really needs help, so I guess I'll try to stick it out for at least one year. And it's fun riding a bike to school every day while Julia and our neighbor girl zip along ahead of me on their e-scooters. Also, kids make the day memorable:<p></p><div>Kindergartener: "Are you a girl or a boy?"</div><div><br /></div><div>2nd grader: "I CAN'T GET MY G**D**N COMPUTER TO WORK!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Kindergartner: "Are you a boy or a girl? You look like a boy, but you sound like a girl."</div><div><br /></div><div>3rd grader sobbing under a table and pointing at a nearby girl, "She called me a cry-baby!" </div><div>Me: "Just because she says it doesn't make it true." </div><div>3rd grader: "But I am! I'm always crying."</div><div>Me: "Well...I cried a lot in 3rd grade too and I grew up to be an extraordinary human being, so don't worry about it."</div><div>3rd grader: gave me a dubious look and continued crying.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yet another kindergartner: "Are you a boy or a girl?"</div><div><br /></div><div>2nd grader: "I wish [the former computer teacher] was still here."</div><div>Me: "Yeah, me too."</div>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-42233478174264445982023-08-10T08:48:00.000-04:002023-08-10T08:49:16.292-04:00The Good News<p> Here are some good things that came of Damon's 2 year mission in Mexico preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ:</p><p>1. He developed a strong testimony of the Savior, the Book of Mormon, and the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. He hesitated to serve a mission because he didn't feel he had a strong testimony back when he was fresh out of high school. But he was a diligent keeper of the commandments and was worthy to serve, so Jake and I pushed him to go. We're grateful it worked out. During his mission and since he's been home, he's mentioned seeing the hand of God in the work, in his life, and in the lives of those he taught. And he now recognizes the the gospel is something everyone needs.</p><p>2. He makes polite and pleasant small talk now with strangers! He's such an introvert that I never saw this before the mission.</p><p>3. We were blessed and protected because of his service. A couple incidents that come most readily to mind: when I was teaching Anne to drive a year and a half ago, I wasn't paying attention and told her to turn right on a red light even though a car was coming! They didn't hit us and I knew we were being spared because of Damon's missionary service (and Jake's service as a bishop). Then this past spring I was driving 2 of my girls and several of my nieces to my Aunt Kathy's house for a painting lesson. Again, not paying attention, I'm seeing a pattern here, I turned when I shouldn't have, and caused an accident. Thanks to the other driver's presence of mind and God's mercy, no one was injured though both cars were damaged. Miraculously, my sister-in-law (whose van I was driving at the time) ended up feeling blessed by the incident! Really! That's sounds too good to be true but this is one time when too good really is true. And now I pay attention while I'm driving, so one more blessing to come out of all this.</p><p>We still learned how to watercolor:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgS6kmPXOjbB9FvOj9t2IHDV11YZJ7rUbw-o00JLWj4mahbK0Sux6vEzdeGx96KZEhj5lxarMBidnD1XobM-Gu3YaJIbqHBJnCZ9sttzYrIW8JPwW1Kc9cw4cOMQffVHD2yBWgOfM3B3cN50qt3xVOcwKlN1Ct_SGLFnt27mphMtM2s2f7ucYYionu48YY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgS6kmPXOjbB9FvOj9t2IHDV11YZJ7rUbw-o00JLWj4mahbK0Sux6vEzdeGx96KZEhj5lxarMBidnD1XobM-Gu3YaJIbqHBJnCZ9sttzYrIW8JPwW1Kc9cw4cOMQffVHD2yBWgOfM3B3cN50qt3xVOcwKlN1Ct_SGLFnt27mphMtM2s2f7ucYYionu48YY=w381-h286" width="381" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And Damon is still a pyromaniac:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwmEcIjpd301C-gXCNERmNDzqmFyQEcJH7MaKn2iQ8viWlAwHCGb8Rodm58iIlYdmpOP1e7SugUN9Y2C3sUPCOoxbAn66LXsIqnR-czeH9KWPoZa8W1qRYZirlBJn051GUI96Qahe2oPvn8whXz3wJMkIJsbYhqS_qooD4okSXbEUjwYOoJSHQZOK2ijI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="717" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwmEcIjpd301C-gXCNERmNDzqmFyQEcJH7MaKn2iQ8viWlAwHCGb8Rodm58iIlYdmpOP1e7SugUN9Y2C3sUPCOoxbAn66LXsIqnR-czeH9KWPoZa8W1qRYZirlBJn051GUI96Qahe2oPvn8whXz3wJMkIJsbYhqS_qooD4okSXbEUjwYOoJSHQZOK2ijI=w385-h290" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Best of all, Jesus Christ lives! I sure love That Guy.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-44007999749402222782023-08-04T08:53:00.001-04:002023-08-04T08:53:34.931-04:00Damon Comes Home and so forth<p> On July 13th the banners we got from Blue Valley North High School finally came in handy:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicklExaf0TUkfj_ATQdup-6UMyhpT0rMQSTLF6kWXHFjwLyaL9CDOWhMYQXZAIsGbp_dZ5Mc3ye1c8dTq-hmbxjUY3k7jBbhJxRwLReJtk1FoU9TXZ_EIlwpr7toice_KZRPil9V7X0c9R3T5u5QMLGmA5zM0ouJ77zH2upBXTasiBoqzlHkyjTovcpU0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicklExaf0TUkfj_ATQdup-6UMyhpT0rMQSTLF6kWXHFjwLyaL9CDOWhMYQXZAIsGbp_dZ5Mc3ye1c8dTq-hmbxjUY3k7jBbhJxRwLReJtk1FoU9TXZ_EIlwpr7toice_KZRPil9V7X0c9R3T5u5QMLGmA5zM0ouJ77zH2upBXTasiBoqzlHkyjTovcpU0=w518-h389" width="518" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWmaZ31eg0mwI8TI30_pXy-xDM-fJlMzMsoJxbpw2l-97yjNOx7ab95U8OmJ6ial0arHsyqm6v7AT_n4pNACvPVw537-GeiXnO_r5gbScCkvE8m8HL_qSNb_RbnGM-NVhoU0MLK3-La1G3JFMKk0YnMqmpyqTKf3or4uSHt4MnB8GB8GwfetOXl_7SX4U" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWmaZ31eg0mwI8TI30_pXy-xDM-fJlMzMsoJxbpw2l-97yjNOx7ab95U8OmJ6ial0arHsyqm6v7AT_n4pNACvPVw537-GeiXnO_r5gbScCkvE8m8HL_qSNb_RbnGM-NVhoU0MLK3-La1G3JFMKk0YnMqmpyqTKf3or4uSHt4MnB8GB8GwfetOXl_7SX4U=w519-h390" width="519" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To his disappointment, his bags were left in Mexico City, but we didn't care--he'd made it home safe and sound. No Mexican accent, but he often forms his sentences like a Spanish speaker ("the brother of John" instead of "John's brother") and he sometimes struggles to find the right English word. </div><p></p><p>And how did he like his basement bedroom? Lots. It reminded him of homes built by the poor in Mexico. If our house weren't so cold (he's finally given up asking us to turn off the air conditioner and wears long-sleeved shirts indoors) it would feel like he'd never left. </p><p>In other news, Julia and her cousin Metta (not pictured) decorated her (Julia's) birthday cake:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrWnRlBBh1KZghJ8F_h2gpa2MHhppi3qwvcN9551WF29l7s8AiVvlhwelVWIx5wuezSiXz4ph2taWBsb-vFS6_lzgcVU-gx-umOJciiWTZHWjqfY5CspLYwhRJRRWP8ESUGkgWaIFxDWq-4ZDYDu1ZDzqcdByJQ-auKfQXt03bTDB-imtVwZ24xCx9SCM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrWnRlBBh1KZghJ8F_h2gpa2MHhppi3qwvcN9551WF29l7s8AiVvlhwelVWIx5wuezSiXz4ph2taWBsb-vFS6_lzgcVU-gx-umOJciiWTZHWjqfY5CspLYwhRJRRWP8ESUGkgWaIFxDWq-4ZDYDu1ZDzqcdByJQ-auKfQXt03bTDB-imtVwZ24xCx9SCM=w383-h510" width="383" /></a></div><br />This nearly ended in disaster. I went out to do yard work while Julia and Metta put on the finishing touches. Then they decided to make slime out of dish soap and contact solution<i> the exact same color</i> as the cake's modeling chocolate icing. Naturally some ended up on the cake. Fortunately, they realized their mistake before anyone ate it.<p></p><p>The following week we made a whirlwind trip to the mountain ranch</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKSt2c7vXqQabRMY7iS2w3DjeoK7bS9jrxI2AhWJ26yvK1PcjeAyxZzJGFTD2PfrtmvrIPFB_hIT1-e7EeEzLj8fVd6zk91mYLsQ-wcYTqf13ZUodm2KhwVmDS2vaSjaPd2wXJgcZLTHDflT6gqbM25M9XI1aZhVzlwkJnxfg9vW00zXNbWI_g5r_V5-8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKSt2c7vXqQabRMY7iS2w3DjeoK7bS9jrxI2AhWJ26yvK1PcjeAyxZzJGFTD2PfrtmvrIPFB_hIT1-e7EeEzLj8fVd6zk91mYLsQ-wcYTqf13ZUodm2KhwVmDS2vaSjaPd2wXJgcZLTHDflT6gqbM25M9XI1aZhVzlwkJnxfg9vW00zXNbWI_g5r_V5-8=w386-h514" width="386" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZT-zpMgwb9myl7v998c6R_uw0djT8MbN94InNfYae8dL_LHchXyGyCQXruj5RTY3BNux2yHcilTKdcKy8b7QDDO7LHTRPqQMzuGQqmscIn1u9_BOuBkSck3_zYGXboC1OYm5OJhTyuvwnYnyb8KN9KmfkEebowW5jWwJCas5lyctzHViPgatFTY7dzJg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZT-zpMgwb9myl7v998c6R_uw0djT8MbN94InNfYae8dL_LHchXyGyCQXruj5RTY3BNux2yHcilTKdcKy8b7QDDO7LHTRPqQMzuGQqmscIn1u9_BOuBkSck3_zYGXboC1OYm5OJhTyuvwnYnyb8KN9KmfkEebowW5jWwJCas5lyctzHViPgatFTY7dzJg=w473-h355" width="473" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">where we've been forbidden to dig up graves, cross the Cascade Bridge, or even put pennies on the train tracks. But not even recent bear sightings stopped Damon, Max, and Jaden (Max's friend) from sleeping out on the mountain. They built a shelter out of branches next to an aspen tree that had been used as a scratching post by something very large, which I wish I had a picture of (the shelter and the claw marks), and by golly, they slept in it all night. [Side bar: I spent too much time re-reading the 6th and 7th Harry Potter books. I wish I'd at least joined the occasional card game. I was just so book-deprived from the bedroom building that I almost couldn't help myself.]</div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Continuing the whirlwind journey, we then went to Saint George, Utah to have a lovely time with Jake's family and be reminded of the beauty of the red rock. The picture doesn't do it justice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFjmo2Zev4u98Pm9cpT2iPqqVaiyOB99fhWxOeEttI3DluilXX_JLBGDBDGkXBJ1pyOXg-kL8ZhdVDy64n-E44T-ecKeV9nXx6j99qE6CCBqFTg4OsYDmiBdyKgyb-WsP226qayw9LSPK_PdEKvquQyGfEOHLp-Mwvw2shn_aD4L_uukEY3nhTxL7VX6I" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFjmo2Zev4u98Pm9cpT2iPqqVaiyOB99fhWxOeEttI3DluilXX_JLBGDBDGkXBJ1pyOXg-kL8ZhdVDy64n-E44T-ecKeV9nXx6j99qE6CCBqFTg4OsYDmiBdyKgyb-WsP226qayw9LSPK_PdEKvquQyGfEOHLp-Mwvw2shn_aD4L_uukEY3nhTxL7VX6I" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSsuiGYVsKyXcQ8kjKdpwMETiv7Uu-_XcWsbfH-IiuF2j_QDlxpiiZii8YzcJ01YjPUXrVJ-zgPYJos79o8zlbnO0NGOOewWT8hYWd7groN8E1Xf5ugdrU5L8ThQzvRfbbT8wks0LW5tcveiFUTpfDoCgu7PB5tXlSXKNNLrZ0iULatKdf7m_l5YRe588" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSsuiGYVsKyXcQ8kjKdpwMETiv7Uu-_XcWsbfH-IiuF2j_QDlxpiiZii8YzcJ01YjPUXrVJ-zgPYJos79o8zlbnO0NGOOewWT8hYWd7groN8E1Xf5ugdrU5L8ThQzvRfbbT8wks0LW5tcveiFUTpfDoCgu7PB5tXlSXKNNLrZ0iULatKdf7m_l5YRe588=w321-h428" width="321" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was 109 degrees while we were there. My extraordinary 78?-year-old in-laws could sit outside in the shade and visit comfortably but I could not. I thought I was going to die and had to cut our visits short. Sorry, everyone. (Damon had a cold and I had allergies that might have been a cold so we couldn't go in their house.)</div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-87815270553882048272023-07-06T10:41:00.002-04:002023-07-08T14:46:13.230-04:00Basement Bedroom Before and After<p> Before, there was this pegboard on the window wall:</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtw9dmDpXlpQOYbKAb9hipVgFzwz7llq2WjS73Rit4MjSiHd7J6U_K6-5BdCCwiZy-_O6u7mxP5tfb4GYGWRz7QhNT4a8MJKPBRCGcD-RxU5N6VORgGp_fyEg5fxZzhlqtmi7-dB_4VkiLAaSj1LJpG3b2VrWI5OKUPTjXIrVVWsovNc5Sa2rU4H1JI_A/s4032/peg%20board.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtw9dmDpXlpQOYbKAb9hipVgFzwz7llq2WjS73Rit4MjSiHd7J6U_K6-5BdCCwiZy-_O6u7mxP5tfb4GYGWRz7QhNT4a8MJKPBRCGcD-RxU5N6VORgGp_fyEg5fxZzhlqtmi7-dB_4VkiLAaSj1LJpG3b2VrWI5OKUPTjXIrVVWsovNc5Sa2rU4H1JI_A/w440-h331/peg%20board.JPG" width="440" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></a></div><p>I tore it off and found house centipedes, rodent bodily waste, acorns, and a plastic sheet over the insulation. Prior view from the bottom of the basement stairs:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJChUO98_qkVbuQupiAreaBZcZQlp2aLEyhtWBZFGYpvZ6ZaOyqlOB8DCJTtbqEJfIgBEwT6f0Eaptwab2g0RVeXTwFg88tLFoJ9ITPiUiOjLZCpIOzOabxYW5QEfiRFa9LGDIxAJWzvExmrnGnYc8OZ1YDDMtx7I_etbdiEikaViRFEfkKn6W7vaEZSM/s4032/water%20heater.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJChUO98_qkVbuQupiAreaBZcZQlp2aLEyhtWBZFGYpvZ6ZaOyqlOB8DCJTtbqEJfIgBEwT6f0Eaptwab2g0RVeXTwFg88tLFoJ9ITPiUiOjLZCpIOzOabxYW5QEfiRFa9LGDIxAJWzvExmrnGnYc8OZ1YDDMtx7I_etbdiEikaViRFEfkKn6W7vaEZSM/w444-h333/water%20heater.JPG" width="444" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The internet told me plastic sheeting is no longer recommended for basements in our area, so I tore that off, removed the old insulation, and found more house centipedes, rodent waste, and acorns. No pictures because I don't think of taking pictures when I'm running for the N-95 (thank you Pandemic: the masks finally came in handy), Chlorox wipes and latex gloves.<div><br /></div><div>The window on the left became Damon's bedroom window. The one on the right was supposed to be my home office window. Alas, I've run out of steam and the pallets I like, so that plan is on hold.<br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcdacnH9mCOTYs1cf63tOkWYnMogBPDy8YbTXVA0yz_3lkpIeMeY1sYZ31eLtLXrsmdERYMW2FrA-iah3iAdpGQvK_pIm7CSLDFrj1GwGVrtP8-PE5lc6NL-WqOeo5kdVFCdn720K0_06k2txwz8poaOJlKOGGtpQNEWfejHrjYmtV0yxsSyPdKAENus/s4032/basement%20before.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcdacnH9mCOTYs1cf63tOkWYnMogBPDy8YbTXVA0yz_3lkpIeMeY1sYZ31eLtLXrsmdERYMW2FrA-iah3iAdpGQvK_pIm7CSLDFrj1GwGVrtP8-PE5lc6NL-WqOeo5kdVFCdn720K0_06k2txwz8poaOJlKOGGtpQNEWfejHrjYmtV0yxsSyPdKAENus/w422-h317/basement%20before.JPG" width="422" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div>This is the current view from the bottom of the basement stairs:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWknMHUi7cJrjxccuplY-BU0xzbNFxK0ml0SYjvhUoY2gh1ACskU2SUfeLCSIsHUU13R8btLYXbCwi-qyWWUWhuYC8RjbFgRZaU75sxoGul7Q9c0qWmYNkVbcSjEjt05jFIcmT-94WVZ6GcFrbkX9T3bIGjIvOAwCOj-WfWXy40553Uhq0web8Hu6oJm8/s4032/water%20heater%20after.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWknMHUi7cJrjxccuplY-BU0xzbNFxK0ml0SYjvhUoY2gh1ACskU2SUfeLCSIsHUU13R8btLYXbCwi-qyWWUWhuYC8RjbFgRZaU75sxoGul7Q9c0qWmYNkVbcSjEjt05jFIcmT-94WVZ6GcFrbkX9T3bIGjIvOAwCOj-WfWXy40553Uhq0web8Hu6oJm8/w421-h316/water%20heater%20after.JPG" width="421" /></a></div><div><br /></div>If you were to walk past the woodpile and our slick new tankless water heater (the gas savings pay for the water heater in a mere 20 years, by which time you will need a new water heater which pays for itself never) you'd find Damon's constructed-this-week rolling/sliding bedroom door:<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9XhCDHjSnF4cIi0dX6r45Ln83P0qgZTMU3_tYpY6nx5htSWYiIUJ5QFdKIdRvvi8k45kUrmQH-Qf0k205ArJyFdjGkjHQ2an8i6i3xM-TPx72WZv2ydkpD-WnPnjByr9r1EzO0SoRUzTRR13nGhDxWV0fI3WMONd-N8LMEVXNE4FzDxeBEE1Qy8X538Y/s4032/door.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9XhCDHjSnF4cIi0dX6r45Ln83P0qgZTMU3_tYpY6nx5htSWYiIUJ5QFdKIdRvvi8k45kUrmQH-Qf0k205ArJyFdjGkjHQ2an8i6i3xM-TPx72WZv2ydkpD-WnPnjByr9r1EzO0SoRUzTRR13nGhDxWV0fI3WMONd-N8LMEVXNE4FzDxeBEE1Qy8X538Y/w455-h341/door.JPG" width="455" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Until this month, I've enjoyed the project enormously. Once July hit I was burnt out and just wanted it done. Didn't even remove the price tag from the pipe the door slides on before I installed it. Didn't search Facebook marketplace or the ReStore for a second-hand one. Using reclaimed materials takes time, and I'm out of that. Apparently didn't even finish driving in the screw. Probably stripped it. Can't remember. Or the blisters on my hands were too painful to finish the job. It was an awkward angle and I couldn't use the drill. Hopefully the others are snug. Also out patience for doing a thorough paint job. Slapped the door's paint on last night, deciding a sloppy one-coat job was good enough. Not apologizing, just saying.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigjDfmLGhf0GUkSXXEg3y3DOAhx1_j6pXX2v9soJ-pQvRzntWqQMCxIBADRj-vDI7BHFLI0_QcKDAy2hJjQ_VIYbhEgGlqiURuXJ8IvbEupOVWLom39mA1EfVA9SygGBfD0SAzH_e0eFLecPRsCbzOz1zdmpnyx3bYpfpunRqrLFJGsWlKuwNvwSzqZMc/s4032/pipe.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigjDfmLGhf0GUkSXXEg3y3DOAhx1_j6pXX2v9soJ-pQvRzntWqQMCxIBADRj-vDI7BHFLI0_QcKDAy2hJjQ_VIYbhEgGlqiURuXJ8IvbEupOVWLom39mA1EfVA9SygGBfD0SAzH_e0eFLecPRsCbzOz1zdmpnyx3bYpfpunRqrLFJGsWlKuwNvwSzqZMc/w455-h342/pipe.JPG" width="455" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Walking through the door,<br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYC8yIeyT1SibYVMxUNmkGnRnu_0pYIzn4MbiooQckiKgykP09vcgaP6YwSEtSbWu-Bckfmk-7zl-Nt553nTzcTRXELAKBBxv5MTl-92_SNQBqL5t-8jr91s6pxpYLqC4Ebp0jXc6VUZ8QJbpk0-nq5Bs6bWEgc1iBsIvEZ0G7EJsJYTUeAUsah8GznuA/s4032/through%20the%20door.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYC8yIeyT1SibYVMxUNmkGnRnu_0pYIzn4MbiooQckiKgykP09vcgaP6YwSEtSbWu-Bckfmk-7zl-Nt553nTzcTRXELAKBBxv5MTl-92_SNQBqL5t-8jr91s6pxpYLqC4Ebp0jXc6VUZ8QJbpk0-nq5Bs6bWEgc1iBsIvEZ0G7EJsJYTUeAUsah8GznuA/w390-h519/through%20the%20door.JPG" width="390" /></a></div><div><br /></div>you'd find this mirror my neighbor left on the curb on garbage day:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBPOOvQBn27bFmnjQOujSHZO7Ch1Irib6D0F89AS4_lyHKI8B8ptNA4hdwROIvaZPl2zQovUNqosY3YMtYPoBZhHiNphvLBl6gRCw0nmHglOF3wg6l2ocLCZ7YyTCg4aA0FUHuO8h2Grm12Z0nQ9VfVJSDELM7EoSk4bwO4Lz2D4hvUEsy3OcsDGFiIw/s4032/mirror.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBPOOvQBn27bFmnjQOujSHZO7Ch1Irib6D0F89AS4_lyHKI8B8ptNA4hdwROIvaZPl2zQovUNqosY3YMtYPoBZhHiNphvLBl6gRCw0nmHglOF3wg6l2ocLCZ7YyTCg4aA0FUHuO8h2Grm12Z0nQ9VfVJSDELM7EoSk4bwO4Lz2D4hvUEsy3OcsDGFiIw/w388-h517/mirror.JPG" width="388" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Does anyone else in Leawood scavenge from the neighbors on garbage day? Probably not in broad daylight like I do. But maybe. </div><div><br /></div><div>I built the little closet in the corner to hide the breaker box. All reclaimed material except for the door handle, which came from Hobby Lobby. It aggravates me that the little door, which I bought at the ReStore, had been stripped of its knob and hinges. Incidentally, the ReStore proved I'm a tightwad first and a steward of the earth second: if something was cheaper at Lowe's than at the ReStore, I bought it new at Lowe's. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jake wasn't keen on me drilling into our home's foundation. It's not wise to let people who don't know what they're doing do things like that, I suppose, now that I'm calm enough to consider the issue logically, but the neighbors may have wondered what I was shouting about the day Jake vetoed my plan to rent a hammer drill. So the little closet it attached to the ceiling (floor?) joists on top and cinderblocks (two that came glued together and free on FB marketplace) on the bottom. The door sticks, so please hold the closet in place with one hand while you pull the door open with the other.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctAeEWp_fjZqQ7y3aHtLaF5WPxU11tN41vpGayp_pWUx34vcMysi8XdIrdC30EV_2gvsj1Hs2mMLfMZadQX0WeYh6WcPjCFoEZvd5_H0Yj65uGNkhURBDZunF8Ph6HfoxTEptwOVchFL_uwARr8rHIf40vJo84m1wmBgXYxgA1OtAvHL_Lim42kxuXWo/s4032/cinderblocks.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctAeEWp_fjZqQ7y3aHtLaF5WPxU11tN41vpGayp_pWUx34vcMysi8XdIrdC30EV_2gvsj1Hs2mMLfMZadQX0WeYh6WcPjCFoEZvd5_H0Yj65uGNkhURBDZunF8Ph6HfoxTEptwOVchFL_uwARr8rHIf40vJo84m1wmBgXYxgA1OtAvHL_Lim42kxuXWo/w440-h586/cinderblocks.JPG" width="440" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Here's the reclaimed barnwood I love and adore. It came that color. If I could go back to last fall, I'd take Jake with me to Pleasanton to get more. But I was so exhausted from hauling and scrubbing clean what I had, I couldn't face going back one more time. All the good wood was by then covered with a ton of undesirable wood the remodelers had torn out, and I couldn't face digging out the good stuff, even with help. Plus Jake was worn out too, if I remember correctly. Work and the bishop gig, you know.<br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_uJ22_JVyvO8Ml3QsflkiXMRKKjPgbV8-dYY5Rrbsn2-IrpirjD4WDxDuqXX-8O58WUsjZkqdSe5NrBWX8sN75mETomYHoQpfQtG_gUr1VjqcFCmtwWa82g2He-VqMXDioPDRi32c7-k7nTBv-BPqm9D2XyTpLtHpWvHadeqxlHO6y6A7Pn5ieO6gls/s4032/barnwood%20wall.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_uJ22_JVyvO8Ml3QsflkiXMRKKjPgbV8-dYY5Rrbsn2-IrpirjD4WDxDuqXX-8O58WUsjZkqdSe5NrBWX8sN75mETomYHoQpfQtG_gUr1VjqcFCmtwWa82g2He-VqMXDioPDRi32c7-k7nTBv-BPqm9D2XyTpLtHpWvHadeqxlHO6y6A7Pn5ieO6gls/w441-h331/barnwood%20wall.JPG" width="441" /></a></div><br /><div>Okay, I've got to get off the computer and get to work--the rest of the house is a disaster. I painted the bed to match the rug (new from World Market). Jake made the bed for Damon many years ago, and is the reason we have a miter saw and circular saw laying around, which enabled me to build the room. You can sort the rest. </div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkLYMpzJTgkDktnGVThnWqwRYh505fgUV8zU3ZOEOY8gt9JM__8aR2iMqxPrTKWfqNYx4n5-68O5a4YtOX3cedngsicxKKOR8Gg0RJNjCf7MW_N72-d3ShEGSjBbeNRM3FbAQtmo2G0p9e6YnkB7JQlD2epwxnrH9Rm4XGV1-hguoAsGgpi4vgw0ZanA/s4032/back%20of%20door.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkLYMpzJTgkDktnGVThnWqwRYh505fgUV8zU3ZOEOY8gt9JM__8aR2iMqxPrTKWfqNYx4n5-68O5a4YtOX3cedngsicxKKOR8Gg0RJNjCf7MW_N72-d3ShEGSjBbeNRM3FbAQtmo2G0p9e6YnkB7JQlD2epwxnrH9Rm4XGV1-hguoAsGgpi4vgw0ZanA/w471-h353/back%20of%20door.JPG" width="471" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90D95r8UB-4k2_g9aZ4jHtQbsRM1XIHbXS7vg9eLSV_MFOQzlp1WsViDYWaH0wWQyEQ3NSZZM-zinoRmWXTP61jcda7j1iNi1xOiTFBHeGbPgzX9lRyxA4YK_WsTwOhDR_0FKMjhE3ItfvhI7g6H355JJCL-VhMetqsmb4BFh6tuZTqC7PoIO_IdUMzs/s4032/bed%202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90D95r8UB-4k2_g9aZ4jHtQbsRM1XIHbXS7vg9eLSV_MFOQzlp1WsViDYWaH0wWQyEQ3NSZZM-zinoRmWXTP61jcda7j1iNi1xOiTFBHeGbPgzX9lRyxA4YK_WsTwOhDR_0FKMjhE3ItfvhI7g6H355JJCL-VhMetqsmb4BFh6tuZTqC7PoIO_IdUMzs/w456-h342/bed%202.JPG" width="456" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkxdO2RpScdR2Q5BiSW4MjSPONkl-rYAwvawbYrHi-QOZ6fgbT5ljJdCXsUNUzr3T5FuZ-oikTF4xWQ1ak01EWMFnNgPraGFQEfpQY3PrSUbevdSGHrqbQIfvdR8NJtKqq4VDiCxvHakiMc5QDnGaTaKz1mVUdq_dqw3DOd2OlMg8WSufQk5JI3Kf6Kc/s4032/closet%202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRkxdO2RpScdR2Q5BiSW4MjSPONkl-rYAwvawbYrHi-QOZ6fgbT5ljJdCXsUNUzr3T5FuZ-oikTF4xWQ1ak01EWMFnNgPraGFQEfpQY3PrSUbevdSGHrqbQIfvdR8NJtKqq4VDiCxvHakiMc5QDnGaTaKz1mVUdq_dqw3DOd2OlMg8WSufQk5JI3Kf6Kc/w387-h516/closet%202.JPG" width="387" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gjj7rsbjmYBOuv-gt7ocKi_I0tVgdqfyqW5efNuSQ3TYHTTTsN7MtWZ6ZHqZpYAdfhTNV7Qer92MZpue7tX5aR8mdqiUB6fWXkLbe6D4Wc_VOa9YlSIeN-270WTi9z2k-ea1y211pkxPqVO1AqKoW0g_FnYa9gP1hg4YWUlLlKvbZaJZS7F09iyVBXk/s4032/room.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gjj7rsbjmYBOuv-gt7ocKi_I0tVgdqfyqW5efNuSQ3TYHTTTsN7MtWZ6ZHqZpYAdfhTNV7Qer92MZpue7tX5aR8mdqiUB6fWXkLbe6D4Wc_VOa9YlSIeN-270WTi9z2k-ea1y211pkxPqVO1AqKoW0g_FnYa9gP1hg4YWUlLlKvbZaJZS7F09iyVBXk/w465-h349/room.JPG" width="465" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuG1iWtOvGTptuLKN3Dw5mj0drl7BonDK2AuEjiOooOkKoMjh_S9nfdsRfVX3pCtMRL3D2e4ZuE3tusZ1DjLhGEjfs-bR-kisOZrGa_t2mimZdt0YMqdqtRd49LCkb0QP0hneUXqmFBmOryCnHaU6BDewtnlMT6T7uQMEcb0wfaFXKF9XIwldYqTAxXpQ/s4032/closet.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="612" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuG1iWtOvGTptuLKN3Dw5mj0drl7BonDK2AuEjiOooOkKoMjh_S9nfdsRfVX3pCtMRL3D2e4ZuE3tusZ1DjLhGEjfs-bR-kisOZrGa_t2mimZdt0YMqdqtRd49LCkb0QP0hneUXqmFBmOryCnHaU6BDewtnlMT6T7uQMEcb0wfaFXKF9XIwldYqTAxXpQ/w459-h612/closet.JPG" width="459" /></a></div>One more thing: before the paint and rug made it look so good (special thanks to my interior design consultant and sister), I would sometimes get discouraged because it was so much work and was looking so shoddy. I would have to call my sister for a pep talk, which went something like this: it's okay if looks like it was made out of garbage, because it was made out of garbage and there's no shame in using reclaimed materials. It's a privilege to have the means to use them. [This is not unlike the pep talks I call my sister for after standing too close to a well-lit mirror: it's okay to look middle-aged because you are middle-aged, and there's no shame in that. Getting old is a privilege...] Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-22842982551860101002023-06-30T09:16:00.007-04:002023-06-30T10:02:16.748-04:00Reclaiming Wood<p> Before Damon left on his mission, I informed him Claire would be taking his bedroom. She'd been an angel, sharing a room with Julia since we moved to Kansas 8+ years ago, and I knew she was tired of it. But, I told Damon, don't worry: I'll build you a room in the basement while you're in Mexico. </p><p>Jake was not on board with this plan: finishing a basement is expensive. Not so, I replied. I'm going to "minimally finish" just one corner with reclaimed wood--it'll be cheap. To which he replied, I don't have time for a project like that. Don't worry, I said. I'll do it myself. And by gum, I did. It's almost done, and barring disaster, I'll show you the pictures next week.</p><p>In general, I consider Facebook an evil timewaster. But my sister informed me Facebook marketplace has replaced Craigslist as the go-to for free and cheap second-hand stuff, and she was right. A fellow was gutting an old house in Pleasanton (about an hour from here), posted pics in marketplace of the old wood he was giving away, and I was off and running. Here's some of the wood after I'd scrubbed it clean:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnD-wyA42FjHd7SwZazCi_GaqVTuAF_2H_nLhDAxNUUC49mwNhPRnZTb3q8QHiZV-seel4rm5vD6RTCGtu7e4YNo4jrS9XaEeRq76EAqlyvNQsn5AssxttFH2cDjCSOiq7_js-iUf-1srdNus-QGVW-WfeBFkcgiajh3SJidoP4A4HabIdCm-UxOR92o/s4032/barn%20wood.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnD-wyA42FjHd7SwZazCi_GaqVTuAF_2H_nLhDAxNUUC49mwNhPRnZTb3q8QHiZV-seel4rm5vD6RTCGtu7e4YNo4jrS9XaEeRq76EAqlyvNQsn5AssxttFH2cDjCSOiq7_js-iUf-1srdNus-QGVW-WfeBFkcgiajh3SJidoP4A4HabIdCm-UxOR92o/w441-h331/barn%20wood.JPG" width="441" /></a></div><br /><p>Note how handy stored water is: not only can you drink it in an emergency, it can keep your wood from warping as it dries in the sun.</p><p>Unfortunately, some of the wood was treated with creosote (a preservative used on railroad ties and telephone poles). I like the smell of creosote and planned to use it in the basement, but some unhappy research revealed it to be toxic and not approved for indoor use. So after ordering a test kit to for the wood that didn't smell like creosote and reassure us (i.e. Jake) that I wasn't going to poison us all, I built a raised bed garden out of clean wood to prove 1. I could build things and 2. this endeavor was already saving us money (raised bed kits started at $75 at Home Depot; test kit was $30 on Amazon plus $10 for screws plus $20 in gas driving to and from Pleasanton a couple times equals a whopping savings of $15).</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXGd9twkZ1SANzxEgaedxLIWR1PdSjNRfeZaA1_qwUyzOGBv7cZC6Z8eYGpQtTOM7nqck0i7AJGudUn4xIW8jE8MOEqgn3XjuHxdz9j__HEu_tcwEvKKItMKa3s8hGaJ3gen7nC2-RkFDtWix_X6QaTzPZZnpGBiU0MGHgUPowUb9mdSKtIdQzUuJJmQ/s4032/garden.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXGd9twkZ1SANzxEgaedxLIWR1PdSjNRfeZaA1_qwUyzOGBv7cZC6Z8eYGpQtTOM7nqck0i7AJGudUn4xIW8jE8MOEqgn3XjuHxdz9j__HEu_tcwEvKKItMKa3s8hGaJ3gen7nC2-RkFDtWix_X6QaTzPZZnpGBiU0MGHgUPowUb9mdSKtIdQzUuJJmQ/w461-h346/garden.JPG" width="461" /></a></div><br /><p>See the cantaloupe hanging from the tomato cage? That green oval hovering at the middle back? This is a fun experiment to see how much weight a cantaloupe vine can hold. </p><p>I used some of the creosote treated wood to build stands for our water barrels:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJWe1tBJ8TD3L41R0YSRgrpChPWYArLkVifAFtqLypiecSYvv8Wu7CAYN2pPQ68tUadPVFxTzzvn6DX3ESjrYPjpurJLORyHpPGMdB2C4-AbhvVoLukH5rdUZn3tDo4eqCVRewZ1FH9Yj2XgB-_2s23ZfwELLAGPsF9NPsyzsT6k5Bkr9oeCpTOfMdkY/s4032/large%20water%20barrel.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJWe1tBJ8TD3L41R0YSRgrpChPWYArLkVifAFtqLypiecSYvv8Wu7CAYN2pPQ68tUadPVFxTzzvn6DX3ESjrYPjpurJLORyHpPGMdB2C4-AbhvVoLukH5rdUZn3tDo4eqCVRewZ1FH9Yj2XgB-_2s23ZfwELLAGPsF9NPsyzsT6k5Bkr9oeCpTOfMdkY/w316-h421/large%20water%20barrel.JPG" width="316" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovQgUI7mqS9x6wBL4DY6QvdvWr605OdThUnsYCLxLf9Bm7QnBJXY2RGdumai1kqhlV2mgMcIg32rB4spQ2wUmH_iGFjlDQIc8FiGDQpmedRbv8D1QLTubyXaw8YhJDwH8WPlIlO1ylz6yVKzIO2s5h4aPuml5jx8Xofpsv-YtDTk7Vtqk173iqmCnrg0/s4032/small%20water%20barrel.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovQgUI7mqS9x6wBL4DY6QvdvWr605OdThUnsYCLxLf9Bm7QnBJXY2RGdumai1kqhlV2mgMcIg32rB4spQ2wUmH_iGFjlDQIc8FiGDQpmedRbv8D1QLTubyXaw8YhJDwH8WPlIlO1ylz6yVKzIO2s5h4aPuml5jx8Xofpsv-YtDTk7Vtqk173iqmCnrg0/w323-h431/small%20water%20barrel.JPG" width="323" /></a></div><div><br /></div>FYI, you want your water barrels elevated, otherwise you won't have enough pressure to push water from the barrel, through the hose, to your garden. Also, the larger water barrel is actually supported by cinder blocks hidden by the wood. AND the City of Leawood was subsidizing rain barrels and rain gardens last year. I didn't have time to do the rain garden, but they reimbursed us $150 for the rain barrels.<div><br /></div><div>As you'll hopefully see next week, I used the non-toxic wood from the first photo to panel part of one wall in Damon's room. To build the wall that separates his room from the rest of the basement, I used pallets, also found on Facebook marketplace for free:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qh7YCSM71zvgopMsdU9thhFpvY-G5m4kzEgD6tYa994HvuxsJueLGgAH0QebFndeDNL0Dh5SUHbeIBnlSClSkmFdaqmYTsysq5OmAB9Gk8plqXom7qASRC7Q6lq59j0JeNAAQHoYwkanncyjuXbfxtzeSEShgHnDOeIAHRCwMfcKq_0J8O8JrvW8pl4/s4032/IMG_6847.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qh7YCSM71zvgopMsdU9thhFpvY-G5m4kzEgD6tYa994HvuxsJueLGgAH0QebFndeDNL0Dh5SUHbeIBnlSClSkmFdaqmYTsysq5OmAB9Gk8plqXom7qASRC7Q6lq59j0JeNAAQHoYwkanncyjuXbfxtzeSEShgHnDOeIAHRCwMfcKq_0J8O8JrvW8pl4/w423-h317/IMG_6847.JPG" width="423" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqJCTSaYHunMNyRLSPyCvGlQuR76Zqr5v_qVxbAtieOLeHo_Xyhb2BLcci6nPl9COmB5fBLufEIeAMB5kCR6Urtog1KOc0XJbUarHeHs2oV6YEApVjJSJ4KPNEM-uBdcHlFCJh26KxU7PBJAy2dXCrbxdcT_htVabo-GeE20MErcOcEtVldCQA4YcnPE/s4032/IMG_6848.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqJCTSaYHunMNyRLSPyCvGlQuR76Zqr5v_qVxbAtieOLeHo_Xyhb2BLcci6nPl9COmB5fBLufEIeAMB5kCR6Urtog1KOc0XJbUarHeHs2oV6YEApVjJSJ4KPNEM-uBdcHlFCJh26KxU7PBJAy2dXCrbxdcT_htVabo-GeE20MErcOcEtVldCQA4YcnPE/w420-h315/IMG_6848.JPG" width="420" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Above is the back of Damon's pallet wall. I was fortunate to find a source of pallets that was not only free, but also high quality and of similar size and build. I was also blessed and lucky to get just enough to finish the room. I've been back since, hoping to get enough pallets to wall off the furnace and water heater to make the basement look nicer, but they don't have many pallets there anymore. I suspect someone offered to pay the roofing company for the pallets with the wide boards I like so much, so they're not putting them out on the curb for free. They don't have a listing on marketplace anymore, either. And I haven't been able to find those wide-board pallets anywhere else. It's like the Rolling Stones taught us: you can't always get what you want, but if you try, sometimes you get what you need.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-15050714285499810332023-06-22T08:48:00.001-04:002023-07-08T14:47:03.366-04:00Emo Res<p> The Church has developed a 10-week emotional resilience course. My stake is trying out a shortened version for the youth (shortened meaning the lessons are only 30 minutes long as apposed to an hour+). Jake (who has now been bishop for 3 years [sidebar: in <i>Catch-22 </i>Dunbar cultivated boredom to make time slow down; being a bishop or being married to one is another way to slow time, i.e. it's been a long 3 years]) asked me to lead the Emo Res Youth Group for our ward.</p><p>To train for this assignment, I attended another ward's meeting where I was forced to confront the green-eyed monster. This ward has a youth program like the one I grew up in, the kind I always assumed my kids would also have: lots of active youth who know each other well and enjoy being together. There must have been 15-20 kids there. </p><p>In contrast, at our first meeting the following week, there were four kids: Claire and Anne and the 2 teens of the family we asked to host. My job is to lead the discussion, which should primarily by the youth talking. Getting comments from this group was difficult and awkward. Anne didn't want to be there, and only attended because I made cookies and promised to keep it to 25 minutes. A few weeks later, 2 additional youth showed up, bringing our numbers up to 6, and the lesson was quite a bit more enjoyable, but alas. Those 2 never showed again, and now the host family has lost interest and we're down to just Claire and Anne and Julia (who is a couple years too young, but as it's now at our house, we invite her to join). We trudge through the lessons as best we can. ("best" is used loosely here; our lesson on anger management featured yours truly raging for the full 30 minutes, i.e. my anger was not managed unless you concede that I never threw anything or physically injured anyone).</p><p>But this past Sunday we finally had a lesson that felt slightly less torturous. The lesson was "Building Healthy Relationships." We learned to use "I" messages rather than "You" messages, as "I" messages are less likely to offend. The manual gave some examples: a "You" message would be <i>"You never listen to anyone, and you're not really listening to me now." </i>The "I" message version would be <i>"I feel hurt when I don't think I'm heard. Looking at me when we talk helps me feel like you care." </i></p><p>Julia caught on quickly: "You are a brat" was her example of a "You" message. Her "I" message was, "Callie and Lydia, I feel you are a brat." (I typed that correctly: more evidence that kids are having difficulty recovering academically from the Covid years.)</p><p>Later that day (which happened to be Father's Day) Jake got this card from Claire:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHncNcBCKYCdltDY5AMIH-3NhwRxmFz99wTspL98SpyqWIDjofX8b9Gvoo1A0TVw47eG-M3jDCDUfxDF3XOldQbglYCaKJtxs3R0foJTvV5fONdjUYZ4SF5LOq-FP9e0UyxjLF7Nbk_zVGGcRhyyZAvH2ocbRwBPevgeXY25l68N-bdfROCKzeUhNOtrU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHncNcBCKYCdltDY5AMIH-3NhwRxmFz99wTspL98SpyqWIDjofX8b9Gvoo1A0TVw47eG-M3jDCDUfxDF3XOldQbglYCaKJtxs3R0foJTvV5fONdjUYZ4SF5LOq-FP9e0UyxjLF7Nbk_zVGGcRhyyZAvH2ocbRwBPevgeXY25l68N-bdfROCKzeUhNOtrU=w395-h222" width="395" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-38331318115188651572017-11-16T09:27:00.003-05:002017-11-16T09:27:55.042-05:00Sacrament Meeting TalksDamon has given two talks, one on the Millennium and the other on the Aaronic Priesthood. 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Claire gave her first talk last week. See below.<br />
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would have to stay for 16 weeks. This is always hard on his family, and was
especially hard this time because my Aunt Melissa was about to have their 3rd
baby. They really wanted him to be there when the baby was born, but accepted
that he wouldn’t be able to as he was needed during the patrol. The likelihood of
surfacing and being able to take leave was extremely slim. <span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> A couple weeks into the patrol my Aunt Melissa
was attending stake conference and the theme was faith. One of the speakers
quoted Elder Eyring who said, "The best days are ahead for the kingdom of
God on the earth. Opposition will strengthen our faith in Jesus Christ, as it
has since the days of the Prophet Joseph Smith. Faith always defeats fear.
Standing together produces unity. And your prayers for those in need are heard
and answered by a loving God. He neither slumbers nor does he sleep."<span></span></span></span></div>
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</span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Melissa felt she was
supposed to exercise faith. She called her family members and asked them to
pray for her and Justin. Then Melissa felt her faith strengthened. She knew
that Heavenly Father was aware of her family and their needs, and even if
Justin couldn't be there for the baby's birth, it would be okay. But then to
their surprise Justin was given permission to go home! Nothing shy of a miracle,
the submarine surfaced for an inspection. The timing was such that he was able
to leave his crew and be home in time for the birth of the baby. He rejoined
his crew a couple weeks after to finish the patrol. Exercising faith works
miracles. Many members from Justin and Melissa’s ward are retired from the Navy
and were in shock that things worked out for him to come home. This is
extremely rare given the nature of patrols on submarines where little to no outside
communication occurs. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My great great Grandma Jenny was also a woman of faith. When she grew old she had terrible headaches. The doctors weren't able to help her. My grandpa had just gotten home from his mission and she asked him and my great grandpa to give her a blessing. She was healed immediately and was able to sleep for the first time in days. The headaches never came back.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I hope that when I have hard times I will also choose to have faith. </span></span></span>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-28406324184186559502017-05-14T20:17:00.002-04:002017-05-14T20:17:54.123-04:00Spring Breaks 2016 and 2107<br />
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Last year we went someplace near Camdenton, MO in the Ozarks. Bridal Cave:<br />
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At the bottom of that green water (above) are a raft and a wooden ladder made with wooden pegs. Both were discovered when the cave was being made accessible to the general public. Prior to that, the entrance to the cave was small, and a person could only get in by crawling, meaning the raft was carried in piece by piece and assembled inside the cave by lantern light. The ladder would have been used to access a hole leading to Spirit Lake beyond, which is inaccessible to non-spelunkers like us.<br />
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Above are the ruins of a mansion at Ha Ha Tonka State Park. I plan to rebuild the water tower (not pictured) and live in it when I'm rich and own the entire park. Also not pictured is the river in the ravine? chasm? below where blue green water bursts out of the hillside. It's beautiful. Alas, the river is currently poisoned by garbage dumped into a sinkhole some miles away. But I'll get that cleaned out when I'm rich--don't worry about it. Below are more pics from the state park:<br />
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And here's Lake of the Ozarks and Jake kayaking:<br />
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Anne Queen of the Reptiles with one of her minions:<br />
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All the kids wanted to do was stay in the vacation rental and watch movies, except when Anne had a lizard to chase or when it was sunset and Anne the romantic wanted to sit on the dock and tell stories while the sun went down. We had to drag Damon out of the van away from his book to hike around Ha Ha Tonka. Family vacations make me long to be an empty nester.<br />
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2017: No pics of Crater of Diamonds. My fingers were probably too numb with cold to operate the iPad. But here's the lake where stayed near Perryville, AR:<br />
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<br />Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-15847514685455829802017-03-19T22:45:00.002-04:002017-03-19T22:49:42.328-04:00Crater of DiamondsJake works too much so the kids and I went on our spring break trip without him. He didn't want to go anyway--why pay to dig in the dirt when you can do it for free in your own backyard? he said. I'll tell you why: at Crater of Diamonds National Park in Arkansas you can dig for diamonds and keep them if you find them!<br />
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The day we were there a kid found a 7.44 carat diamond--the largest found in 40 years. It was galling when we heard about it on the car radio later. Another thing that made the trip memorable: I didn't pack the tent poles so we had to sleep in the van. That made for a long night.<br />
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Things improved after that, though. We spent the next two nights in an AirBnB cabin on a private lake. Lovely, relaxing. The only downside was the absence of a TV, so the kids couldn't watch Season 2 of MacGyver. (Sad side note: Turns out MacGyver belongs to Toyland. Jake and I have passed its borders, and we can never return again to appreciate his awesomeness.) But there's one more day of spring break, so MacGyver Marathon our house tomorrow! <br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Julia saw a bag of candy on
the kitchen chair (Halloween night maybe?). She hugged it and said, "Ah,
my best friend."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Halloween night. Damon as King Arthur, Julia as a
lady bug or dancer or something, Claire as the Wicked Witch of the West, Anne
as Ginny Weasley (You know, Harry Potter's wife. We tried to dye her hair red
three times with semi-permanent dye. It didn't take.) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Halloween has broadened Julia's
horizons. Ever since she's been saying things like, "When I grow up, I
want to be a pumpkin" or "When I grow up, I want to play with the
kids" or "When I grow up, I want to be a princess."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She created this a few days ago and
called it a Halloween decoration:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Julia practiced trick-or-treating in
the house, but at the ward trunk-or-treat she was traumatized by the Halloween CD
I <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">played</span>. It has songs like MJ's Thriller. So she wouldn't go trick-or-treating for real. Jake tried, but she
refused, sobbing. "No! I scared!" </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="http://articles.baltimoresun.com/1993-02-10/news/1993041236_1_astaire-crotch-peg-leg-bates" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Mike Royko</span></a> would have
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Side note: I may have
traumatized the bishop that night. I'm in the primary presidency, and the
primary is in charge of the trunk or treat, as well as the primary program
which was 3 days prior. I've been feeling frazzled for most of 2016, so after
the chili dinner/trunk-or-treat when we were cleaning the church kitchen, I
seconded someone's suggestion that we just have a trunk-or-treat next year with
no chili dinner: no decorating + almost no cleanup = awesome event for everyone
involved. A dear lady said, "Oh, but the chili dinner is a
tradition." I replied, "Well, the Lamanites gave up their wicked
traditions when they converted to the gospel. So can we." She said, "I
wouldn't call the chili dinner a wicked..." At that point I walked out of
the kitchen and screamed in the hallway. I really did. Just as the bishop
walked by. He looked too frightened to comment. Don't worry, though. People
were vacuuming, so probably nobody else heard me. Oh, and I had vampire makeup
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<br />Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-43049341420775197262016-10-24T15:27:00.001-04:002016-10-24T15:27:32.901-04:00Julia quotesMe: Are you angry?<br />
Julia: No, I Julia.<br />
<br />
Me: Do you want quinoa* for lunch?<br />
Julia: Yes, sir.<br />
*She really likes quinoa. Theory: eat something healthy often in front of a little kid without offering any, and they might ask for some eventually, and even like it. Try to make older kids eat something healthy, and they probably won't try, and if they do, probably won't like it.<br />
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Julia: I got pants on my milk.<br />
Me: You got milk on your pants, you mean?<br />
Julia: Uh-huh. Oops, I got pants on my milk again.<br />
Me: You mean you got milk on your pants.<br />
Julia: Uh-huh.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-73235968287947987372016-10-04T23:10:00.000-04:002016-10-04T23:10:14.506-04:00Angioedema and chronic hives<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've got a swollen upper lip tonight. A week and a half ago it was the left side of my face, so the lip isn't a big deal. I used to be spotted with hives all over but thanks to Allegra 4 times a day (prescribed by my allergist) those are mostly under control. It's been almost a year of weird health. Worst I've ever had. I'm grateful because it's not cancer, but that doesn't mean I haven't cried over it and felt sorry for myself more than once.<br />
<br />
Last November/December: bronchitis/walking pneumonia that lasted til February. Wheezing wouldn't go away, so I've been on an inhaler since then. Asthma has been ruled out.<br />
<br />
After I started using the inhaler I developed hives. Pulmonologist (lung doctor. I can't spell it right, and spell check wants to know if I'm adding it to the dictionary...) said in June I had to keep using the inhaler until December follow-up appt.<br />
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I went to an allergist after being on a miserable elimination diet that gave some relief but not enough. Allergist doesn't think hives and swelling are inhaler or food related, does think I'll never find the cause. Put me on crazy amounts of Allegra. I'm going back to see him tomorrow, and I want another blood test (pulmonologist did one, but I think he only checked to see if I had been exposed to mold). Can it really be coincidence that I always swell up the day after eating pizza?<br />
<br />
Theory: hives and swelling are stress related. Stress has made me sensitive to certain foods. I'm stressed about (1) our never-ending house projects. I'll post pics of our slow progress sometime. You'll feel stressed out, too. Unless you're a war refugee. Then you'll feel jealous because there are no land mines here, though it usually looks like one just went off. (2) We might have to move again. I know I'll survive another move, but I feel like I won't. (3) The Presidential Election. It's a national disgrace. Why doesn't everyone vote 3rd party or write someone (anyone!) in? Even if I drank I don't think I could get drunk enough to numb the revulsion of voting for the H word or the D word. The End.<br />
<br />Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-55073612956207057752016-04-28T14:52:00.002-04:002016-04-28T14:56:23.949-04:00Feel good moment for youbecause you're better than me. My two-year-old had Peanut M&Ms and a piece of gum for lunch today. #stellarparenting, whatever that means.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-78541799921742272682016-03-07T15:20:00.001-05:002016-03-07T15:22:44.295-05:00quotes"I believe in aristocracy, though -- if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power, based upon rank and influence, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes, and all through the ages, and there is a secret understanding between them when they meet. They represent the true human tradition, the one permanent victory of our queer race over cruelty and chaos. Thousands of them perish in obscurity, a few are great names. They are sensitive for others as well as themselves, they are considerate without being fussy, their pluck is not swankiness but power to endure, and they can take a joke."<br />
~E.M. Forster<br />
<br />
"For a godless man, E.M. Forster had a profound understanding of heaven."<br />
~Charlotte Henderson<br />
<br />
Kurt Andersen, in an NPR interview on the prospect of Trump winning the presidential election:<br />
"I think it would be a great American failure of a character test."<br />
<br />
"Amen, Kurt."<br />
~Charlotte Henderson<br />
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<br />Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-40967685746929262112016-03-02T16:02:00.002-05:002016-03-21T09:49:05.575-04:00Please Vote in the Caucus. Please Don't Vote for the Donald.The Kansas Secretary of State has declared his support for Donald Trump. I listened to his rational on the car radio, something about how both parties in Washington have made government more intrusive and we need someone like Trump to shake things up and get things done.<br />
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I don't doubt Trump's ability to get things done. What I question is what he's going to do and how he's going to do it. Nothing he's said or done has convinced me he cares AT ALL for individual rights and freedom. He opens his mouth and I hear, "I love money, power, and Donald Trump, not necessarily in that order. You're all idiots. Unless you vote for me, in which case I love you." At least President Obama is guided by his ideals. Donald Trump is guided by Donald Trump, Donald Trump, and Donald Trump. His astonishing march to the front of the presidential race is depressing, maybe even terrifying. If he gets the Republican nomination, I won't know what to do. I can't vote for him. I can't vote for Hillary Clinton. I might stay home.<br />
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Why aren't there any George Washingtons or Abraham Lincolns anymore? I wonder if people of that caliber are un-electable now. You probably have to be an egomaniac to survive (and thrive in?) the current political process.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-78362611686370288162016-02-18T14:35:00.001-05:002016-02-18T14:37:27.680-05:00Reality CheckI just found out why none of the parents of my elementary school book group batted an eyelash over our discussion of constipation. I was at the doctor's office for Claire's appointment this morning. The waiting room had the cable channel Disney XD on. There was a play-doh commercial, with a toy dog that defecates play-doh. We don't have cable. I had no idea South Park's Mr. Hanky (who I thought was the most shocking, disgusting character of all time 17 (has it really been so long?) years ago, had permeated all of pop culture. Or maybe it's not even South Park's fault. I have no idea. After meeting Mr. Hanky, I retreated into a bubble and I'm sorry whenever leave it. Like when I go to a children's waiting room. Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-16712123964444371142016-02-09T14:18:00.002-05:002016-02-18T14:23:33.722-05:00Parent VoluteerThe elementary school does this voluntary book club thing where kids are divided into groups of 5, they all read the same book, and then a parent joins them for lunch in the library to discuss the book. It's the one thing I've helped with this year. (I thought I'd done something else, because I remember making the tremendous effort of taking Julia the 2-yr-old to school, but then I remembered that was just going to watch the Halloween parade. Whew. Exhausting. Wish I were kidding.)<br />
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Anyway, I baked a Sam's Club cheese pizza (eh, I don't recommend Sam's take and bake pizza's), loaded up Julia, and took it in to the school for our little book club. (The organizer of this thing says you should get there early to set up the library tables beforehand. "The time goes so quickly!" This is a lie. Time with other people's children never goes quickly. Do not show up early.)<br />
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To sum up, here's the e-mail I sent to the parents of the children in my group afterwards, just in case they heard strange things from their child and wanted to make a complaint (i.e. ban me from the school, which wouldn't be a big deal, since I'm hardly ever there anyway).<br />
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during our discussion of 'Mason Dixon: Pet Disasters,' the kids talked
about their pets. One child mentioned a dog his family once had that
gave birth to pups and then died. Another group member exclaimed, "The
dog died of constipation!" I thought that was odd, and said I knew a man
who died of constipation. [Note: you might want to reassure your
children that almost nobody dies from constipation--the man I mentioned
had a cancerous blockage.] This statement caused some confusion as at
least one group member thought constipation had something to do with
pregnant women only. I then explained that constipation means you can't
poop. (My sister was right. I have an annoying compulsion to correct
people when they're wrong. I'm sorry I did this in front of your
children.) Anyway, after that, I steered our discussion away from the
bowels. You can rest easy, knowing I won't be hosting Chat and Chew
again for at least 6 years, when my 2-yr-old will be in 3rd grade.</i></div>
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I left out how difficult it was to steer the discussion away from excrement. One kid told us two stories: one about a man who committed suicide by jumping into a pool of manure, and another about a gun that either shoots poop, or shoots out mud that looks like it. And despite all the . . . stimulating. . . conversation, I sent them out to recess 5 minutes early because the time refused to go quickly. The End.</div>
Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-69798257524103060762015-12-16T19:28:00.002-05:002015-12-16T19:28:43.009-05:00split personalityToday Julia was arguing with herself:<br />
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"No, I cute."<br />
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"No, <i>I </i>cute."<br />
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"No, I cute."<br />
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"No, <i>I </i>cute."<br />
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In other news, she poured some salt, tried to get into the sugar (foiled by Claire! Hurray for Claire!) and watched Frosty the Snowman, Curious George, and My Little Pony.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-26282157957741417482015-11-05T11:41:00.000-05:002015-12-11T14:21:26.444-05:00Thoughts on 'Ordain Women'<i>Note: I love my husband, son, father, grandfathers, brothers, and male cousins. I like men in general, and believe they are no less (though no more) important than women. The intent of this article is not to disparage men.</i> <br />
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I recently skimmed through an article by a 'post Mormon' woman who longs for women to be ordained to the priesthood in the LDS church. She sites examples of early LDS women being ordained to the priesthood and giving healing blessings. She also describes the day her baby was given a name and blessing, her bishop wouldn't let her stand in the circle, and that's when she fell away.<br />
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I am saddened and frustrated by people like her, just like I'm saddened and frustrated by most people in the feminist movement. They grew up reading history books where only women like Queen Elizabeth I and Joan of Arc are mentioned, and form erroneous beliefs such as, "If women aren't prominent leaders, wealthy, or involved in war, they don't matter." They (the Ordain Women crowd and feminists in general) fail to notice that we grew up seeing history through the eyes of men, because men were the historians. Thus, history books are crowded with political leaders and violence, because men like that kind of stuff. Now if women had been the historians, I'm willing to bet we'd have seen a different historical emphasis: more information on what it took to clothe and feed soldiers and those left at home during wars; how they took care of problems like menstruation and diapering babies without tampons and disposable diapers; what people thought and felt in certain situations. Here's a sordid example. If women were the historians, there would be no debate over whether or not Sally Hemings was Thomas Jefferson's concubine and mother to six of his children. We'd know how Sally felt about Thomas, how she felt about his wife/her half-sister, how her half-sister felt about her, whether perhaps atheism appealed to Jefferson because it helped him feel less guilty about being an adulterer. I'm not saying the history books would have necessarily been better, just more interesting to people like me, who are women.<br />
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Back to the post-Mormon lady. She had just performed perhaps the most important miracle that ever happens in this world: providing a body for one of God's spirit children. Jesus Himself couldn't do it. (Yes, I am aware women cannot conceive a child without a man. However, I think most men would agree that God and women deserve the credit for the creation of a new life.) Assuming she and her husband were married in the temple, she, by giving birth, also sealed that baby to her and her husband for time and all eternity. In short, she had just performed a saving ordinance. (I've never heard this taught in General Conference, but I had a bishop who taught it, and it can definitely be inferred from the Church Handbook.) But, there wasn't a congregation watching, and she probably didn't have a microphone at the time, so is that why she felt she had to be part of the baby blessing (which, wonderful as it is, is not a saving ordinance)? I don't know. I'm trying to figure out the Ordain Women women, and perhaps I'm missing something. But as the daughter of a bishop and former member of a stake presidency, I know that holding the priesthood and being in one of those higher-up priesthood offices is nothing more than a heavy call to serve. Those who think priesthood leaders get more glory and power than everyone else are misled. Bishops, stake presidents, and patriarchs are servants, and I've been privileged to know some darn good ones. However, I'm certain their service is not any more important or glorious in God's eyes than my mother's.<br />
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I do not know why some women in the past have been authorized to do certain things through the priesthood, whether in the Old Testament or in the early days of the Church in this dispensation. However, either Jesus Christ is at the helm of this Church, or He isn't. I believe He is, and if I know one thing, it's that He has good reasons for doing things they way He does. When I trust Him, I am blessed. When I don't, I regret it. I also know you don't have to be a priesthood holder to bless people. In the summer of 2013 we were preparing for yet another move. I had an impression from the Spirit that I needed to exercise to cope with the stress of moving. But who has time to exercise when you've got four kids, your husband works long hours, and you've got a house to sell and one to buy? So I didn't exercise. Before long, I was so sick I could hardly walk (fever for at least a week, wracking cough, nurse practitioner put me on the wrong antibiotic, etc.) The doctor finally got me on the right antibiotic, and my husband and a member of our bishopric gave me a blessing, which I was grateful for. However, they couldn't miraculously heal me. I'd already been given the miracle (knowing I should exercise to avoid getting sick), and I'd ignore it. When you disregard heavenly counsel, you can expect to pay the price. Unless a savior steps in. Enter a dear woman named Chris Bingham. In one evening, she and her sweet daughter Rachel cleaned my house, fed my family, and nurtured my children. (They talked about Chris with fondness and longing for weeks afterwards.) And that's when I got well. If you doubt Chris's part in my healing, you've never tried to rest amid clamoring hungry children and knowing the dirty dishes are piled halfway to the ceiling, patiently waiting for the day you can drag yourself out of bed; it's debilitating. Chris never laid hands on my head, yet she gave me a much needed blessing. Oh, and her husband had (and still has) a brain tumor. Yet she did all that for me. She's wonderful.<br />
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I could go on for another thirty minutes, but I won't.<br />
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Celebrate womanhood.<br />
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Stop pretending Church leaders oppress women. If a few do, amen to the priesthood of such men.<br />
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And finally, there are only four vitally important roles to fill in this life: wife, mother, husband, father. Whether you're privileged to fill half of those roles or not, do your best and you'll be doing God's work.<br />
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<br />Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-13012772987419477412015-11-03T09:59:00.000-05:002015-11-05T10:40:39.135-05:00When They Grow UpDamon wants to be an engineer/inventor.<br />
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Claire wants to be a professional recycler.<br />
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Anne wants to be the mother of two sets of twins. The twin girls will be named Rebecca and Elisabeth. <strike>She'd also like to be an artist, a chef, and/or a storybook writer.</strike> Never mind. That was then. Now she wants to be a school principal, a teacher, or a lunch lady who makes good school lunches--no plastic hot dogs. <br />
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Julia might make a good librarian. She likes to shush people.<br />
--Julia, don't hit.<br />
--Shshsh.<br />
--Julia, it's time for a nap.<br />
--Shshsh.<br />
--We've got to change your diaper, Juje.<br />
--Shshsh!<br />
<br />Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-27287928248966851102015-07-11T09:53:00.000-04:002015-07-15T16:40:46.538-04:00How to Kill a MockingbirdThe other week I sat down with a book in my hand. I hadn't done that in a while and the kids got excited and asked me to read it to them.<br />
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"<i>To Kill a Mockingbird </i>isn't really a kids' book," I said, but they begged and I figured they'd get bored soon, so I started reading.<br />
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They were hooked. Damon especially. He started reading it to himself at night, which was great, because then when I'd edit out words while reading to the girls, he'd make comments like, "Mom left out the N-word."<br />
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"Whats the N-word?"<br />
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"A mean word for a black person."<br />
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"Ohhh. That's why chigger sounds like a swear word to me." (We've all got chigger bites. They're 10 times worse than mosquito bites. Don't go outside in Kansas without plenty of DEET, people.)<br />
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Every day I hoped I wouldn't get the, "Mom, read us 'How to Kill a Mockingbird,'" request. But I did.<br />
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Finally we got to the chapter where Scout beats up Francis. "What's a whore-lady?"<br />
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"Uh, well, a woman who commits some pretty serious sins."<br />
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"Like what?"<br />
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"Well, she sells her body for money."<br />
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"How could she sell her body for money?"<br />
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"I don't want to discuss it."<br />
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Fortunately, Uncle Jack and Atticus's conversation about Maycombe's disease bored the girls and I was able to get the girls to give up Mockingbird without too much of a fight.<br />
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Tangential: Raise your hand if you think the coming forth of Harper Lee's 'new' book sounds fishy. I'm excited to read it, but the library wait-list probably stretches into 2025. I just hope it was really written by Harper Lee and not her editor or somebody else looking for a buck.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-1133480466879278522015-07-08T22:06:00.001-04:002015-07-08T22:06:38.355-04:00Why Sam's Club Is Better than Costco(This applies to the Overland Park, KS area.)<br />
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1. Better hours. If you get the expensive membership, you should get perks. Like being able to shop at 8:30 in the morning after you drop kids off at school.<br />
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2. Aisles are labelled.<br />
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3. Self checkout.<br />
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4. You can use your Discover card and rack up cash-back bonus points.<br />
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5. Better hours. Costco wasn't open on the the 4th of July. I hate it. It's like they care about their employees more than they care about me. I might as well be living in Europe. Call me a selfish, evil capitalist. I don't care.<br />
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6. The milk jugs at Costco are ridiculous. I should take a picture. <br />
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7. Costco eggs are more ridiculous. I don't want to pay an exorbitant amount for 24 organic eggs, but I don't need 48 cheap eggs.<br />
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Why Costco is better than Sam's Club:<br />
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1. It's closer to my house.<br />
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2. Their boxes of granola bars don't include the gross, low-fat marshmallow ones no one in my family likes.<br />
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Costco better be serious about their "Satisfaction Guaranteed" membership. I'm going back to Sam's.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9066177062521096629.post-28476913819343101262015-07-07T11:43:00.001-04:002015-07-07T11:43:48.197-04:00The Church's Response to Supreme Court Legalizing Same-Sex MarriageYou've probably already read it <a href="https://www.lds.org/church/news/church-leaders-counsel-members-after-supreme-court-same-sex-marriage-decision?lang=eng" target="_blank"> here.</a> <br />
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Towards the end it reads, "Members who . . . have doctrinal questions should make a diligent
effort, including earnest prayer and scripture study, to find solutions
and answers themselves."<br />
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I know that is true. Sometime around 2010, when we were living in Logan, UT, I was struggling with the <a href="https://www.lds.org/topics/family-proclamation?lang=eng" target="_blank">Family Proclamation</a>. I wondered if the Church leaders had made a mistake. (This is not a struggle my parents or grandparents would have had. Bob Dylan was right: these times, they are a-changin'.)<br />
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One day I knelt by my bed and prayed about it, asking if maybe the Church leaders were wrong. After the prayer, I looked down at the floor and saw my scriptures. I opened them up and my eyes were drawn to these words in verse 4 of D&C section 32: "Give heed to that which is written, and pretend to no other revelation." I knew through the Spirit this was my answer. Also, there are more than 4600 pages in my quad. The chances of my accidentally opening my scriptures to that exact page and my eyes accidentally going to those exact words are pretty slim.<br />
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Finally, I know God loves me. He has given me help no one else ever has or ever could. I know He loves all His children. And I will trust that in His own due time, He "shall wipe away all tears."Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02517887653259756515noreply@blogger.com1