Tuesday I did a little copy writing work and we went out to
the frame shop to get the lovely picture of the horse head Mom made framed for
me. I also took my picture of flowers
and the tree from Mom’s Northridge back yard (that I’d water-colored when Tom
and I were living there) to be framed.
It had hung in the downstairs bedroom for a while scotch taped into a
frame. I decided I liked it enough to
actually put in a complementary mat and glass.
We went looking for wool pants for Mom but had no luck. We checked out the houses.
Don, the handyman had done a good job of patching and
priming the Church St. House. It looked so much better in white than in dirty beige.
The Main St house is now painted down stairs (and as of Friday had the texture
and primer on the upstairs rooms.) It’s
really looking nice. We did some
reading. Mom was going through my
mission blog book and getting a more concentrated taste of what we did. By Tuesday evening, I was just really tired!
Dragging my little pituti around. We also managed to get information on how to
get the medical records from here transferred to her doctor.
So Wednesday we ditched the idea of traveling to Bentonville
and opted to visit a few little galleries here.
We spent some time at the Riverview Gallery- with art work mostly by
Duane Hada. We enjoyed his water
colors! He did bare trees so elegantly…
and water… and fish… and I don’t even LIKE fish! I actually bought some note cards with
fishermen on them because I loved the river and the bluffs. Then we went to the arts and crafts
place. Lots of handiwork and some
stunning photography. We got some
knitted dish clothes and some pot holders.
Mom spent time fitting everything into her suitcase. I think Rebecca’s talent for packing must
come from her.
Thursday we left by 8:30…ish… to head to the Little Rock
Airport. We stopped at Colton’s Stake
House for soup and salad and got Mama stuffed with good food before her
departure. After we saw her to the
security area… (Did you know you can ask for a pass at the check in desk to
accompany a wheel chair person to the gate?) Tom and I went to Little Rock AFB
to get my ID card renewed.
At this base they DID realize my ID card was expired, but
when we explained we were going to pass and ID, they let us in without any
problems. We had to wait about an hour,
but we got my ID quickly after that and went over to the commissary. We only had a half dozen or so things on our
list, but $200 later we exited the commissary.
Part of the haul included 14 lbs
of chocolate chips. Er, for food storage…of
course and on sale! We listened to a
sequel to Tennis Shoes Among the Nephites and that made the drive home go fast.
The view from Gift-Tiques cafe
I had been pondering about how our choices day-by-day
determine what direction we are going and how the choices between serving God
and serving mammon are pretty clear… and yet sometimes we get fooled into
thinking, I can do just a little wrong,
kind of walk the edge and it won’t be so bad. But that edge becomes a cliff
and the fall is disastrous. So I took
scriptures and put them together into a lesson the teachers could use for their
classes. We discussed several other
things and actually reached some consensus. I had 15 of my 17 teachers there… and one that
missed was on a cruise.
The main part of the training put on by the CES instructors
grew from Pres Bednar’s quote: “We talk
too much because we believe talking and telling is teaching and it’s not. To teach you first have to observe and learn
so that you can discern and then know [what to say]” So we observed two classes
and watched how the teacher taught and how the students responded. Afterwards we were able to ask the teachers
and the students how they felt about the process. Why were the quiet ones quiet? What could help them participate? How did
they feel when the teacher asked…? Did the teacher have more prepared if the
students didn’t speak up?
It was very interesting to see the responses of the seminary
students (14-17) and the Institute students (18-30). The seminary students spoke from heart to
mouth. As the idea came to mind, it was shared.
The institute students pondered, reasoned, and formulated amazing,
thoughtful responses. One of the
institute students said, “When you teach pure doctrine it pierces the heart and
makes students feel free and desire to change.”
I left at 7am and got back home about 5pm. I drove up with our Institute teacher who
visited on the way up… but slept on the way back. I wish I could have slept, too. Got home, made dinner, and then stretched
myself by buying a domain name, attaching it to my existing web hosting site,
and importing WordPress for it to reside in.
It only took two calls and one “live chat” to get it accomplished. Now I have to arrange the site. But I went from STRESS!!! to satisfaction.
One of the things my teachers said is that you can tell what
path you are on by watching what your hands do… or feet… or mouth. If I give lip service to keeping the Sabbath holy,
what do I do on the Sabbath? I decided I
needed to make a list of wholesome things to keep me better focused. So I made a list: write the Kenyan saints,
blog, practice the piano, call family, read scriptures or the Ensign or other
good books, organize family history, set up visiting teaching, write thank you
notes. I came home and started on a blog…
well, I started on lunch first, then the blog.
Tom came home a bit after 3pm and needed to do some home teaching but
didn’t have a companion. So I went with
him and came home about 6:30. Well THAT
made it easy to stay focused on spiritual things! I’ll keep my list for next week, and the week
after.
This next week looks to be crazy busy. I guess that’s a good thing.
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