Life according to Angela – Page 112

I was born when

cars looked like this.

My people looked like this.

Sideburns looked like this.

Grandpa’s boots looked like this.

My uncle dressed like this.

I was cradled and loved by some of the best people in the world. How blessed I have been.

I’m always curious what people are reading. This week I finished The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, I’m chipping at The Prince by Machiavelli, savoring Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, and reading (for the first time) Mansfield Park by Jane Austen. It’s my birthday week so I am reading an Austen and Gift from the Sea as a present to myself.

Next time I see you, let’s talk books. I love to talk about books.

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.

She spent all weekend working on costumes. It was almost midnight and Darth Laundry was was holding her captive.

Post costume party laundry time capers.

The Exchange Project

I’ve been exchanging computer time for other things. It’s a good project but the results are slow in coming. I mean the results I fabricated when I started this exchange project… surely my hand-picked results would be the outcome???!! Not so, readers. Even when you replace good with better it’s not up to you to determine the outcome. I know this is vague and boring. The lesson in a nutshell: You can’t choose your outcomes, especially when outcomes involve other people with free will.

I originally intended to exchange computer time for violin and other pursuits. I still haven’t fiddled, but I have been

reading
baking
visiting
decorating
shopping
event planning
going to bed

What were my intended results? They’re too outlandish to admit.

Fall break

Paige and I spent the day at Youth Conference on Saturday. Here’s a video of the service project we did in the morning. We cleaned up the community garden at the park behind our church. Paige is interviewed in the film but she wants people to know that she didn’t take that long of a pause when she was talking.

httpv://youtu.be/0nuxvy0JA0Q

At Church yesterday, Daniel was ordained a Deacon. The little boys practiced giving their talks for the Primary program. Richard, Paige, and I went to a handful of meetings before church. I taught in Young Women. We got home from church around 7:00. Paige made dinner. I collapsed on the bed in my dress and awoke this morning at 6:30. Somebody put the kids to bed but it wasn’t me.

It’s fall break for the public schools this week. I’m going to watch the rye grass grow and the hummingbirds visit our feeder in the backyard. We are taking a vacation from school and I’ll be preparing assignments and reading ahead in the textbooks.

I think I felt Christmas

The winds came through , blowing cool air and sending us to our closets for sweaters. As I taxied kids around town yesterday the old brain registered the overcast skies, wind, and cool temperatures as holiday weather. A little leap in my heart signaled the end of my summer misery. I felt Christmas and hope and lights and music all at once.

Eggnog is available in stores now. It’s a staple for Mark from October through December.

I’ve got some presents purchased and stashed in corners. I love that.

The weather will warm up again, but I’m thankful to be cool outside for the first time in a very long time.

Acceptable

“There are many of the sisters whose labors are not known beyond their own dwellings and perhaps not appreciated there, but what difference does that make? If your labors are acceptable to God, however simple the duties, if faithfully performed, you should never be discouraged.” -Eliza R. Snow