We started the day off with a surprise visit to Amber’s work. She was quite surprised to see us. She introduced us to her boss and her boss’ boss. It was a nice place to visit.
After that I dropped Elizabethe off at Becky’s house. I met up with Rebecca and Chris and we went to lunch.
We then went and picked up Elizabethe and we went to watch the movie RED. I highly recommend this movie. It is extremely funny. Mary-Louise Parker is a riot in this movie. I haven’t laughed that hard at a movie in ages. Hollywood CAN make funny movies that are clean.
After the movie Elizabethe and I did some shopping. We went to emergency essentials, Deseret books, and Michael’s. We ran into a returned missionary, Elder Murphy, who served in Palmyra. It was nice seeing him.
After that we came over to Mark’s house. Amber later joined us with Brianna. We had fun singing Christmas songs, letting girls open their presents and just visiting.
Mondays should be cancelled from the week. I started the day off locking myself out of a switch. I had to find someone in San Antonio who was willing to help me get back in to it. I felt like a real klutz. After that, I was so nervous about touching anything else that it really made it hard to concentrate. Think of it like this… imagine setting mice traps, and one smacks your knuckles. The rest of the job you are going to be really nervous and jittery.
When I went to pick up Elizabethe, it was 93 outside. That is the hottest day I’ve felt here in Palmyra. I tried to do a little sheet rock work upstairs, but the heat was making me sweat too much. Too much of that and the old ‘K’ (potassium) levels start to drop and then you feel miserable the rest of the day while you try to get them back and rehydrate. You know the old saying, “if you feel thirsty, it is too late.” That’s a good rule of thumb to follow when you are on high blood pressure medication.
I stopped by the autobody shop to pick up a check. He couldn’t find the paperwork. I told him I had it at home. So, get this, he wrote me a blank check and said, “Here just fill in the amount when you get home.”
I love living in a place where people trust each other. They are patriotic. They understand and stand behind our Constitution. (Many of these people are descendants of the people who fought the British so we could become the United States.) They are down-to-earth great people.
I got a call from Rob Baldwin. He chided me about not having told him we moved. It was nice hearing from Rob. (If you’re in the Bay Area – Rob’s a great Realtor!) Rob’s been a friend for a long time.
I know the above photo is from a few weeks back. (I just got around to copying the pictures to my computer.) But, that’s Srini and me and some of the actors from the Hill Cumorah Pageant.
Well, there must have been about 1,400 people at church today. The place was completely full. Tomorrow, they will all be heading back home for the most part. By the end of the week, there will be only the Crookstons here in the house with us.
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. It was nice to take a long nap. Last week was fun, but demanding. Now, it is done. Over. Finished…. until next year.
Gerdy’s sat around and talked with us for a while. They are planning on coming back next year and are already planning their stay. They were telling us about some of the sites they have seen in the area (that Elizabethe and I have not yet seen.)
Tomorrow it is back to work. In some ways, I welcome the change in routine. Yet, there are still things I need to get done around here. I need to get the shelf built where the washer & dryer will stand, wire, insulate and sheet rock the office, fence the garden, touch-up paint the garage and house, call someone to repair the rain gutters, and I could go on, but you get the point.
I do love it here. The weather is quite nice (and winters are not as bad as people who haven’t lived here think). I’ve got squirrels and rabbits running in my yard. My garden grows faster than it ever did in California. (Longer summer days and more water.) I can walk to my doctor’s office, the barber, the grocery store, the candy store, the ice cream shop, the Chinese take-out, and most any place else I need to go.
A move of this size comes with a lot of unpacking. I spent a good portion of the day opening boxes and trying to find what I need for setting up my servers and desktop computer. (My laptop is sufficient for most things, but is somewhat of a pain to use all of the time.) I managed to get things set up to an extent, but couldn’t find my 10/100BaseT switch which meant WiFi’ing everying. Slow… very slow.
Patty came for Day-2 of her internship, and shortly after she arrived, my sister-in-law’s mom and her friends showed up. Elizabethe gave them the tour of the mansion, while I did some Lightroom training with Patty. After their tour, Patty and I took their photos out on the front steps…
.. walked with them to the E.B. Grandin Building and took some photos there…
… and then parted company with them. They went on to Chill-n-Grill (best ice cream cones around), and we went back to the mansion.As we were passing the Village Hall, a police with lights and siren going went speeding west on Main Street. I joked that someone just have jay-walked. However, as we got right in front of my house, it was evident that it was much more serious than that.
I didn’t see what happened, so this is only hearsay. But, appearantly someone talking on a cell phone veered head-on into a semi-truck going the opposite direction. The truck, trying to avoid her knocked off several branches from my trees. It appears the cell-phone-talking-driver went under his rear tire, breaking the truck’s rear axel, and bringing the car to a grinding (literally) halt. Someone was life-flighted out. A little toddler in the car seemed to be unharmed and unfazed by the whole event.Moral of the story is – don’t let things distract you while driving !!! (I am against the outlawing of cell phone conversations while driving. However, I think if you are involved in an accident while being distracted by ANYTHING, you should (1) pay the price, and (2) re-think taking public transportation or walking before you kill someone.)After Patty left, Srini came over and we went to watch the pageant. It was a perfect night for it weatherwise. Srini met some of the cast, and we got a good chuckle over the antis who were yelling really ignorant things. (People who yell at Mormons, “Worship Jesus, not Joseph Smith,” are really quite ignorant because Mormons do NOT worship Joseph Smith. )
We had to be at church an hour early because we were singing with the choir. The place was packed. They opened all of the curtains clear to the back and people were sitting on the stage. It looked like an overfilled stake conference.
Elder Weston and President Siebach spoke, and the choir sang 4 hymns. Elder Weston mentioned that he is reminded of two hymns when he visits the Sacred Grove. When he said that, I thought of “Oh, How Lovely was the Morning” and “Praise to the Man.” Well, that’s exactly what he said. For some reason, I don’t think either one of us are alone on that thought.
After church I grabbed a tuna sandwich and headed to Hill Cumorah. I had volunteered to do security on the hill. I had never done this before, and didn’t know what to expect.
6 hours in the sun, with a cool breeze and I had no clue as to how burnt my face was getting. I got one heck of a sunburn on my face. (Sunscreen next time.)
It was quite fun asking people where they were from. People from Sao Paulo, Brazil, Saudi Arabia, Plano, Texas, Orem, Utah (lots!!!), Provo, Salt Lake City, Logan, and many other Utah towns, Burley & Pocatello, Idaho, Maryland, Connecticut, New Hampshire, Vermont, Canada, and more.
I asked a group of young ladies who was the best photographer in their group. A Kirsten volunteered. She got this shot of me “guarding the stage” at the Hill…
For the most part, I answered questions like, “Is this the way to the trail to the top?”
Or, “How long does it take to drive to the Peter Whitmer Farm?”
Yeah, it was a tough job, but someone had to do it.
I do think I had the best spot for talking to the cast members and tourists. If it weren’t for that, I would have died of boredom. There are some amazing people who are in this production. One 11 year old girl said this was her THIRD year in the cast. Another young lady, about 16 years old, said it was her third year also. A young man from Orem, Utah, was there for his second year in a row. They were all impressive. You take one look at these kids and you feel there is hope left in this world for it to become a better place.
I will definitely sign up for the job again next year.
I came home and had dinner with my wife and sat and talked to Elder Gerdy and Sister Pulsipher. Elder and Sister Pulsipher have been on EIGHT missions. He retired at 62 and since then they have just kept going on missions for the church. They have been to Mongolia and China, as well as serving a prison mission (where they traveled to prisons throughout the U.S.A. and taught the prisoners.)
Pageant weekend is here and we have 13 people in the house (me & Elizabethe) and 11 guests. Now, here’s the good part. There are 11 people staying here and we are not bumping into each other. The house is so big, we don’t hear or see some of the guests as they come and go. Occasionally we will see them in the kitchen, but that’s about it.
Elizabethe and I went to Michael’s when she got home from work and purchased some more easels and frames. (It’s too bad they will only let you use one coupon at a time. That means several trips to get what you want.)
We came home and started getting the front parlor ready to receive pageant guests. We expect people will come by the house to purchase wall prints and postcards. People pour into Palmyra during pageant week by the tens of thousands.