Elizabethe and I volunteered to help at the new storehouse today. They have it set up differently than the old Bishops’ Storehouse. The new method seems very efficient and our jobs went smoothly.
The Bishops’ Storehouse had me thinking about Chopped. As we placed food in the bags I thought, “Hmmm… what would I make with this?”
With the First Monday event being Monday, I needed to go purchase some items from Wegman’s. Monday’s theme is bottle photography. I want to get good bottles of products we use. I have no idea with other photographers are bringing, but I don’t want to be photographing wine or beer bottles.
I ended up with a blue glass bottle of sparkling water, a bottle of oil and herbs and two bottles of vinegar. That will give me a good variety, plus they are products we use often. I’m going to soak the labels off so the photography will be just about the bottles.
Tomorrow we will be getting a new bishop in our ward. I’ve been in cahoots with President Clark about slipping some Beatles in to the prelude music. I think I’ll play the introduction to Here Comes the Sun and then go right in to There is Sunshine in My Soul Today. It will be a good fit. I’ve been practicing it all afternoon.
The Jungle Book was a must-read when I was an eight year old Cub Scout. It was the inspiration for the program. And, somewhere around 1967, or so, I saw the cartoon Disney movie. Today, I saw the live-action/CGI release of the Disney movie. Excellent!
The little boy who played Mowgli was excellent. The rest of the characters were computer generated, but the voices were excellent too. Christopher Walken did an excellent job as King Louie.
(You’ll have to see the movie to hear him sing.)
It is suspenseful enough for adults. In fact, it might be a little too intense for little children. There are scenes where the jungle animals attack each other and I could see that being upsetting to a small child.
Other than that, I highly recommend Jungle Book. It’s not your old kid’s cartoon.
Oh, and yes, it does have some singing in it. There’s an excellent rendition of Bear Necessities as well as I Want to Be Like You.
It must have been a day for kicking back because later, Elizabethe and I had dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse.
Elizabethe is still moving her books from the old shelves to the newly made shelves upstairs. Now we have some old particle board laminate shelves to get rid of or repurpose. I’m not sure what we’re going to do with them.
What does the Book of Mormon say about politics (and specifically in the U.S.A.)?
Dangers of letting a minority rule – Mosiah 29:26
Now it is not common that the voice of the people desireth anything contrary to that which is right; but it is common for the lesser part of the people to desire that which is not right; therefore this shall ye observe and make it your law—to do your business by the voice of the people.
Dangers of evil in politics – Helaman 5:2
For as their laws and their governments were established by the voice of the people, and they who chose evil were more numerous than they who chose good, therefore they were ripening for destruction, for the laws had become corrupted.
No kings to rule in America – 2 Nephi 10:11
And this land shall be a land of liberty unto the Gentiles, and there shall be no kings upon the land, who shall raise up unto the Gentiles.
Why there should be no kings – Mosiah 29:17
For behold, how much iniquity doth one wicked king cause to be committed, yea, and what great destruction!
Welfare – Mosiah 27:4
That they should let no pride nor haughtiness disturb their peace; that every man should esteem his neighbor as himself, laboring with their own hands for their support.
Unpaid politicians – Alma 30:32
Now Alma said unto him: Thou knowest that we do not glut ourselves upon the labors of this people; for behold I have labored even from the commencement of the reign of the judges until now, with mine own hands.
Behold, I say unto you that because I said unto you that I had spent my days in your service, I do not desire to boast, for I have only been in the service of God.
And behold also, if I, whom ye call your king, who has spent his days in your service, and yet has been in the service of God, do merit any thanks from you, O how you ought to thank your heavenly King!
I say unto you that as I have been suffered to spend my days in your service, even up to this time, and have not sought gold nor silver nor any manner of riches of you;
The dangers of secret combinations in politics – Helaman 6:24
And whosoever of those who belonged to their band should reveal unto the world of their wickedness and their abominations, should be tried, not according to the laws of their country, but according to the laws of their wickedness, which had been given by Gadianton and Kishkumen.
What happens to a society when freedom of religion and speech is suppressed – Alma 10
(I won’t repost the entire chapter, but you can read it here.)
The formula for economic growth – 2 Nephi 4:4
For the Lord God hath said that: Inasmuch as ye shall keep my commandments ye shall prosper in the land; and inasmuch as ye will not keep my commandments ye shall be cut off from my presence.
And I did cause that the women should spin, and toil, and work, and work all manner of fine linen, yea, and cloth of every kind, that we might clothe our nakedness; and thus we did prosper in the land—thus we did have continual peace in the land for the space of twenty and two years.
…and dozens of other places.
That’s just the start. Read the Book of Mormon and it gives you a clear picture of what history teaches us. WDTBOMS?
The shelving for Elizabethe’s books have been finished for a couple of weeks now. She’s been after me to get them anchored to the wall so she can start loading them. My friend Gary came over today to help me with that task.
The LED light bars I got for her work well, but she’s saying the hall needs even MORE light. The equivalent of 320 Watts is not enough. Either way, I’m proud of myself for finding and implementing an 8 foot long light bar that sits atop her bookshelves.
By the time everything was done, Elizabethe was on the phone to the sister missionaries asking when they can come haul books upstairs. They came over for about an half-hour and got a few shelves transferred. They plan on coming back tomorrow to help do the rest.
Somehow earlier in the day appointments got messed up. One appointment evidently came to the studio, but I didn’t hear them. While the other had a mix up in dates. I was beginning to think I had really mixed up days.
After we were done with everything Elizabethe and I went to Taco Bell because neither of us had it in us to fix dinner.
I was thinking about social media today — its benefits and ills. I came to this conclusion: If people treated it like your living room, it would be a better virtual place. Let’s face it; you deserve a certain level of respect when people are visiting in your living room.
A few months ago I decided to start cleaning things up in my virtual living room (aka Facebook). I started by unfollowing those who posted things that were vulgar. My next step was to block the trolls. (Blocking is more effective than unfriending because when you block someone, it also stops them from trolling your comments made to mutual friends.)
It has greatly cleaned up the experience. Seldom do I see posts with 4-letter words now. It has also reduced the unpleasantries of disrespect and inflammatory remarks.
The irony is this… I now get lots of friend requests from people who have no other Facebook friends. Coincidental? I have no way to tell. I just find it odd that I get a friend request from a person I don’t know, they have zero Facebook friends, and only one image on their page. (And, the image is usually an attractive young lady.) Needless to say, I don’t invite them to come in and sit down. After all, it is my living room and I no longer invite just anyone to come in and sit down.
While this works great, I’ve had to exercise some tough-love. Those considered to be friends have been unfollowed or blocked. Imagine having a closed circuit TV in your front room monitoring your friends. Friends who do obnoxious things get their closed circuit TV shut off (i.e. unfollowed). Other friends come in and put their feet on your coffee table and scratch it up (i.e. troll your posts), or leave a mess (repeatedly use vulgarity). These you finally have to ask them to leave your house (i.e. block them). It’s tough-love, but you deserve a certain level of respect in your house.
The common misconception by many is that your timeline is theirs too. Sorry. I disagree. Facebook doesn’t call it “our timeline”, they call it “your timeline”. And, since they assign ownership, and allow me to set conditions (like “only your friends” can see my timeline), it is mine to decided the rules. Just like you don’t put your feet on my new coffee table, you don’t bring trash onto my timeline.
It rained all day today. That’s good because the lawn needed it. (Nobody has sprinkler systems out here.) When it came time to go to the temple, it had stopped.
Today was the Grandin Open House. One day a year the missionaries dress as historic people who were involved with the Book of Mormon publication in 1830.
I managed to get some great pictures and the missionaries did a great job. They gave lots of tours and it was nice to see people supporting this community event.
I started the day riding the canal trail to Macedon and back. I was hoping I wouldn’t get rained on. They were predicting rain this morning, but it didn’t rain at all until after the sun went down tonight. So, I stayed dry during my short ride.
I read an article that was supposedly how Edward Snowden would fix the Internet. First, I didn’t know it was broken. Second, there wasn’t one thing in the entire article that told how he would “fix” the problems, he only identified problems.
As a former boss of mine used to say, “Don’t come to me with problems unless you also have a plan to fix them.”
The title should have been, “Edward Snowden Identifies Problems with Certain On-line Systems.” After all, the Internet is only a highway. The problems he talked about were how users don’t encrypt critical data and how information is easily obtained and shared.
Is it just my belief, or is there a higher level of stupidity in the world today?
Oh, well… I don’t put much trust in news stories any more. The Internet isn’t broken, it just does what it is supposed to do — transport data.
Back in 1990 I took a week-long course from Douglas Cromer, an Internet pioneer. He repeated reminded us that TCP/IP isn’t perfect, but it works. The cool thing about that is, smart folks have figured out ways to make TCP/IP do what they need it to do. Just think about it. Today we can watch streaming movies, listen to music and make secure purchases with credit cards over the Internet.
The problem I see is cybercrime enforcement is a joke in this country. Look who is running for president!
I don’t think you will find curried pork on any Indian restaurant menus, but I decided to give it a go.
Taking the pork cut in to bite sized pieces (a lesson from Chinese cooking), I seasoned them with curry, soy sauce, and then dredged them in cornstarch. A quick wok fry in some hot coconut oil and then a roll in some sauce I made, I had a curried version of sweet-n-sour pork.
The sauce was left over chutneys from the fridge plus a little orange marmalade left in a jar. Again, not very Indian, nor could you call it Chinese food, but it tasted yummy.
The sister missionaries had been taking bets about what we were going to serve them. One said, “rice”, and the other said, “curry”, so they were both right. I got a kick out of their excitement.
In Sacrament Meeting Bishop Taylor announced that next week he would be released. Looks like we will have a new bishopric AND stake presidency in the weeks to come. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a ward where both were changed so closely together. A new bishop the first week in May, and a new Stake President the first week in June. This will be interesting.
The temperatures are down to the 40s again. This weather has been so weird lately. Tomorrow it’s looking like another cloudy day and they are predicting rain at this point.
I’m also looking forward to the open house at the Grandin Building tomorrow. It should be fun.
Historic Palmyra had its annual fundraiser tonight. It was the first time Elizabethe and I have been able to attend. In the past, something else has always come up on the evening they’ve held it.
It was a nice steak and potato dinner. My steak was cooked better than most restaurants cook it. I’m so tired of ordering rare and getting medium. This time, I asked for rare and got RARE! It was perfectly cooked to a rare temperature.
After the dinner they had the auction. David had donated a copy of my book and it went for $50. Oh, well. I donated a couple of prints and one got several bids in the silent auction. (It was a painting I did of the Phelps Store.)
There was an entire table of Temple Missionaries. Also, Sisters Van Kampen and Ringler were there helping.
Earlier in the day I decided to test an app called MapMyRide. I took the canal trail down to Canandaigua Road and back. The app does an amazing job of tracking your progress. It’s free, but that’s because they want you to buy Under Armour products that interface with the app… Like that’s going to happen.
Most people don’t like changing plans. I’m one of them. However, the day turned out okay in spite of a change of plans.
I told my wife we would go do some shopping this morning. Our needs took us to several stores — Real Deals, Tractor Supply, Shop ‘n Save and Wegman’s. When we got to our last stop, Wegman’s, Elizabethe was tired out and sat in the cafe while I got the groceries.
We came home, unloaded the car, and because the morning errands too much longer than I anticipated. I was a bit discouraged because the night before I had planned out my day and now that time was gone. I questioned whether I should start working on the project I had planned to do, or just save it until tomorrow.
It was then Elizabethe suggested I go look at bicycles. Hmmm… torture myself looking at bikes that I can’t get? Nah, not what I want to do with the rest of my afternoon. After all, shopping took longer than anticipated and now do I want to go window shopping for bicycles?
Now, this is an example of the kind, loving, sensitive wife I have. She explained she has budgeted an allowance for a new bicycle for me. She doesn’t want me to worry about the cost because it is coming out of her personal savings and she wants me to go find a bike, buy it, bring it home, and ride it. Still not convinced that was what I want to do, I figured I’d at least go to a bike shop and look around.
I drove to the nearest shop. A sales lady greeted me as I entered, and I told her exactly what I had looked at on-line. She started in with the usual, “Do you want… this? And, you should consider that… ” and those sort of things. I flatout said there was no need to sell me on technology, construction, ergonomics, etc., because I used to work at a bike shop as a mechanic. I explained I know what I want, I just need to find the right bike that fits my wants and then test ride it.
She drew a sigh of relief and asked about my budget. I told her what I need and how much I would be willing to spend for everything on my list. I think she was a bit relieved that she didn’t have to deal with a customer who didn’t know what they want and didn’t know what they should spend.
We found a frame in the size I need, I straddled the bike, and it felt like the right size. From there I tried on helmets and they give me a couple of rubber bands for my pant legs, and it was off to the back parking lot.
Back and forth I road in the parking lot. I stopped to adjust the height of the seat, and then back and forth some more. It felt good. It felt right.
I called Elizabethe, told her how much and she reminded me that was well within the budget she allocated. With a big sigh of relief from me, I decided to do it. I walked in and told the sales lady I’d take it and we started in on the accessories.
Water bottles, a frame pump, gloves, seat pouch, shoes, pedals, patch kit, shorts, a new jersey, and before long, I think I had everything. She totaled the bill and said, “Well, you’re very close.” Close indeed, but it was my figure, and not my wife’s. She was too generous with her bike budget. I’ll be happy with my discounted bike budget, and happier that my wife encouraged me to do this.
I really toyed with the idea of getting a road bike, but for comfort and the ability to go on the canal trail, I went with a cross-fit bike. (A cross-fit bike has road bike sized rims (700c) instead of the 26″ rims of a mountain bike, and skinnier tires. This is Specialized version called the Crosstrail.)
They readied my bike and helped me load it in the car and off to home I went.
Elizabethe’s first question was, “Are you going to go ride it now?”
I figured changing plans at this point is futile. I managed to get things ready, change my clothes, and I took it for a ride.
Managing to stay off the road, I got on the canal trail and I rode to Red Creek and back. I miss the days when I could ride 100+ miles in one day. For now, 6 will do. Looks like I’ll be changing plans more this week.
It’s the first cutting of the year, and that’s always a challenge. Will the lawn mower start? Do I have gasoline? What’s laying on the lawn that I should pick up first? These are all valid questions.
Pulling the wagon behind me I walked the yard looking for things that could damage the mower. I founds some large pieces of trash (yeah, living on Main Street people think they can throw trash in your front yard… including other people’s yard clippings.) Most of what I found were downed branches.
While driving the mower around I realized we didn’t get all the leaves picked up last fall. This resulted in a lot of dust from the dried leaves. Nasty, nose clogging, dust.
Some parts of the lawn were overgrown with grass while other parts were dry and the grass looked dormant. I’m thinking it is time to invest in an aeroratoer for the tractor. And, since I used the grass catcher we had a lot of dried leaves and a few bags of green clippings. That’s how the first cutting this year went.
After mowing the lawn I heard the news that Prince (a popular rock star in the 1980s) died. I’m not sure what possess people to elevate drug addicted celebrities to the status of hero when they die. While I was never a fan of his music, and I feel bad for his family and friends, they guy was pretty low on the moral scale. And, his girlfriend, Vanity, who passed away a couple of months ago as a big drug-addict too. Nah, I’m not one to jump on the bandwagon and say how great the guy was. He was a drug-addicted shock-artist sadly to say.