I sometimes feel like my life is going at a hundred miles an hour and I am just seat belted in and holding on tight! Monday I worked on finances and, because of a cancelled afternoon/evening outing to the Castor Shut-Ins due to various reasons, I was able to oil paint!!! Wow, what a treat. I actually have a commission, if you can believe it. There was a ward art show (and delicious pancake breakfast) in July and I displayed a very OLD painting I did in 1989 (Sarah was only TWO!!!) of the mittens in Monument Valley. A man in the ward wanted to buy it but when I said no, he asked if I could reproduce it. So, that is what I worked on Monday afternoon.
Tuesday morning was the temple and I think all the rest of my spare time that day was spent working on orchestra business. Wednesday we did a light grocery shop in the morning and we drove down to House Springs to pick up dog food and deliver orchestra mail to the treasurer in the afternoon. I gave the dogs their monthly baths and that evening, I picked up Sam Carpintero and we joined the Young Women for a Bob Ross night. Steve and I had just watched the Netflix documentary on him the night before. We had a fun time but it was not a true Bob Ross experience because we were using fast-drying acrylic paint and he uses oils. I am not going to keep my picture as a result. Thursday I taught lessons all day. I have fourteen students now! The four Southerland grandkids (yes, Larkin has begun), two in Columbia, five in Phoenix, and three from here in Saint Louis. Not all meet weekly, thank goodness. Thursday night, Steve went with the missionaries to help teach a lesson to a fellow who lives in a rather rough part of the city and while he was there, someone stole our car license plates! Both front and back. Grrrrrrr! We are still trying to get it reported (waiting on the police to give us a call or visit - we have called three times so far) so we can get a report number and then go get new plates at the Dept. of Revenue. Frustrating.
Friday, I joined Emily and kids for a trip to Fulton. One of her former high school students (Danielle) lives there and so we first had lunch with her at a cute restaurant in the downtown Fulton "brick" district called Bek. Then, we followed Danielle to see her new home out in the country and then she and her husband escorted us to the Fulton nuclear power plant where they both work. We were not able to actually go inside for a tour but we still got up pretty close to the outside. Steve remembers taking his Scouts there in the nineties for an inside tour but I guess since 9/11, they don't do that anymore for security reasons. I get it....
Saturday was a day to help a lady a bit in the morning with her move, trim my pot and plate at pottery, cut Steve's hair, and do some assorted little projects. I bought a bookcase from the moving lady and did some rearranging of things to accommodate this new one in the library and I moved the existing one down to the guest room to take the place of the one-dollar metal shelf unit I bought a couple of weeks ago. That will now go in the toy area. It was a very productive day. And, now it is Sunday again. The ward choir is singing today, I have to teach the Primary lesson again since my co-teacher is still not back in town, and we hope to deliver bouquets of zinnias to some of the ladies we minister to this afternoon.
Weather has been unseasonably nice for mid-August but it is going to be hotter today. In addition to the Bob Ross documentary, Steve and I finished this season of the Great Pottery Throwdown. I also watched a Netflix movie called "Purple Heart". And that about wraps up the week, folks.
Photos of the two little rose bushes that bloomed at the same time and of our excursion to the power plant. Oh, Noah is now officially six feet tall!
No comments:
Post a Comment