Things I Didn't Know, Part One

When I was growing up, I always had a cat and two dogs in bed with me.  We each had our assigned spots.  As I recall, I was allowed by the Pet Committee to occupy the northwest corner of the mattress where I slept in a compliant little ball.

Then one day I went on a semester abroad to London where I slept in a twin bed without pets.  And it was AMAZING.  And I did think to myself, "Who knew sleeping could feel like this?"

Tomorrow:  Things I Didn't Know, Part Two.

Tabernacle!

Did you know that every day during the month of December you can hear a FREE organ concert at the tabernacle on Temple Square?  They begin at noon and end exactly thirty minutes later, which is exactly how long my attention span lasts.  On a good day.  

Of course it's all Christmas music (except for a rousing rendition of "Come, Come Ye Saints") right now, which is fabulous, and fear not, ye friends o' mine who aren't Mormon.  No one will try to convert you, although people will be especially nice to you if they think there's a chance.

Anyway.  Ken and I went during his lunch hour last week, and I loved the experience, although I confess that I did nod off during "Come, Come Ye Saints."  When I opened my eyes during the song's Big Finish, the lights on the wall above the organ glowed pink and orange, just like the color of morning.

And you know what?  I was moved.

Mayan Calendar

This morning when I first woke up I thought, dude.  I hope the Mayans were right.  It would be AWESOME if the world ended on the 2lst of this month.  I wouldn't have to worry about paying off my VISA.

But that's just my Winter Brain talking.  After all these years I know if I get up and start engaging with my day I'm gonna feel a LOT better in a hurry.  Which I did this morning.  I did my walk with Kathy and Nancy, and I took pleasure in the fact that I could smell the snow.

Seriously, I track my life with my nose and snow has its own scent--all peppery and sharp.  And it's enjoyable enough to me that halfway through my walk I was able to say, "BACK OFF, MAYANS" and really mean it.

A moment

I haven't written since Tuesday?  Wow.  That's all I can say.  Wow.

It's been an interesting week, actually, full of small emotional moments.  The one I'm thinking about right now happened Thursday morning when I taught my Relief Society lesson at the rest home.  One of the residents--an elderly woman with Down's (someone at the care center told me she is the oldest person in the state with Down's)--always gets to say the closing prayer.  It's something she likes to do, something she looks forward to.

Anyway.  She didn't get to say it this time.  Someone else wanted a turn for a change.  And when Barbara realized she wasn't going to say the prayer, she started to weep like a little child.  Not a spoiled one--just one whose heart has been well and truly broken.  Barbara cried through the entire prayer.

After the prayer was over, a few of the residents complained and told Barbara she was a baby.  And, of course, I wanted to say, "Come on, you guys.  Give her a break."  But then I remembered that the care facility is the whole world of the residents and that the same dynamics we all experience in, say, an office setting or with extended family are at play there, too.

Which reminded me, of course, that no matter where we as human beings are--there we are.

Girl Baby at Christmas

Yesterday I babysat my 2 year-old granddaughter, and people I had a lesson plan.  Together we would
1.  make a star ornament
2.  decorate sugar cookies
3.  put candy canes on the Christmas tree
4.  mess around with holiday stickers
5.  read Christmas books
6.  create a snowmen diorama with cotton balls

And we did!  All six things!  In twenty minutes or less!  Because when you are a little whirlwind you do things fast!

Oh, Baby Girl, I love you so.

When eyeballs go south

So, first let me give Donna the Queen a big shout out.  After corresponding with one another for ten years or so, we finally met in real life last week. And she is as delightful and funny in real life as she is in her e-mails and posts.   Thanks, Donna!

While I was there in Vegas, I stayed with my brother Jimmy, who had a sign on his kitchen wall that said "Tommy's Birthday" to mark his son's big day.  But because my eyes have taken a turn for the worse, I thought it said, "Today's Bitchin'," which is actually an awesome life motto.  People should be cross-stitching "Today's Bitchin'" onto little pillows and throwing those "Today's Bitchin'" little pillows all over their couches, because that would help us to remember to keep it bitchin' whenever possible.

Good idea, right?  I'm in.

The Princess of Music

So our chorister in Primary is awesome--so awesome that one of the little boys (he's 3) calls her "The Princess of Music."  I always love watching her in action, but I have never loved her more than today when she was teaching the kids a new Christmas song.

THE PRINCESS OF MUSIC:  Who can tell me what a stable is?

KIDS:  The place where Jesus was born!

THE PRINCESS OF MUSIC:  Fine.  What else is a stable . . . besides a place where deity is born?