Monday, March 1, 2021

Anyone Want To Travel To Almost Idaho For A Free Couch...Anyone?

 Last year, when we knew we were moving, we realized the sofa system we had in our living room was too big for the space in our new house.

So, we went to our favorite local thrift store and picked up a couch.

And it was a steal.

We have a theory. Because of the pandemic people were stuck at home with little to do. Many of those people cleaned out their houses and donated tons of stuff to the thrift store, which meant the thrift store had to move the merchandise quickly. We picked up the couch for $25.

This piece of furniture is made by Flexsteel. It's half of a sectional that--when new--retails around $2800. Unbelievable. But, it was at a thrift store so I guess the value is now $25. 

We need to get rid of the couch. We have a new one being delivered this Thursday so the temporary seating arrangement needs to go. If you would like this fine half-of-a-sectional in your own house, just hop in your truck and drive to almost Idaho. It's yours. Just let us know.

We're pretty sure we'll be returning the couch to the thrift store from whence it came. That might be for the best anyway. Someone else who needs it will pick it up.

Sunday, February 28, 2021

Give Thanks...A Modern Sabbath


Today, in the noon hour, our family was at the table having lunch. The scene made me laugh. In addition to eating, three of us were on a computer, an iPad, and a phone participating in three separate Sunday meetings happening at the same time.

It's a modern Sabbath.

It wasn't that long ago, as I sat in a third hour-long meeting in a beautiful church, I wondered how much longer the meeting would last. I didn't have that feeling every week, but it happened. I admit...three hours on a Sunday morning or afternoon can drag sometimes, not to mention arriving early or staying late for choir practice.

Oh, to be able to do that again.

Now, Sundays consist of getting up and logging on. We watch the first meeting, then a couple of hours later, another meeting is scheduled. Thanks to the modern miracle of technology, we can participate. In the second meeting, it's interactive. We can contribute, ask and answer questions. For that, I'm grateful. It is truly amazing that I can watch on my TV a broadcast of a meeting taking place blocks from us. I'm pretty sure had this technology been available when I was growing up (or even the last couple of years...), I may have chosen staying at home over getting dressed up and driving to the building.

We recently moved. One of the challenges when one moves is getting to know the neighbors. In the state where I live, there's a high percentage of LDS people so most of the neighbors are LDS. Church is were we get to know each other, where we spend time together, where we learn about them and they learn about us. Now, that's not happening. We moved into a community where people have lived for years, families have raised kids and stayed. Distance worshiping makes all that much more difficult.

I'm guessing the cameras and the broadcasts will continue even after the major threat has passed. Some people are unable to attend meetings for whatever reason and I think they will be able to attend virtually. I hope so, anyway. But for the rest of us, I think I prefer going back, sitting in the pews, watching the speakers in person, singing as a group, worshiping as a family. Even though I am thankful for our modern Sabbath day, I want to go back. Hopefully, that takes place soon.

Saturday, February 27, 2021

The Things You Learn--Or Don't Learn--In School...

 I grabbed one of the books we use for homeschooling the other day, snapped a picture, and posted it on social media. I thought about the title, Financial Choices, a lot sine then.

Financial Choices.

Perhaps two of the most important words we'll ever deal with in our lives.

This isn't to say these choices are the most important words in our lives, or should, far from it. But, the consequences of these choices can literally mean the difference between life and death.

We're teaching this book to our high school student. In three years my senior high school class will be reaching our 40th high school reunion. It's been a long time since I took high school classes. There's a lot of things I've forgotten that I once learned in high school. I don't remember learning about making financial decisions.

There's things we don't talk about in our society. Okay, maybe others do. In my family, we didn't talk too much about money. I know my mother--who raised three kids after losing her husband when the oldest child was ten-years old--taught us how to deal with money by her example. She worked in a butcher shop for decades. She sold real estate that she and my dad bought before he passed away. She always fed us, sheltered us, clothed us. 

I learned from her that money was not to be wasted, especially when you have just enough.

But, as it states in the forward to Financial Choices, the things taught in that book, or in any book dealing with how best to organize and deal with money, this book may be the most important book he's written. I wish they would have taught us some of these things when I was my son's age.

The ultimate proof of how well we did (or did not do...) in teaching our kids the best way to deal with financial matters is how they act and what choices they make. We have three adults and one teenager. They have a lifetime of financial choices ahead of them. I can only hope the choices they make will be good ones, ones that help feed, shelter, and clothe their families.

And maybe throw in a vacation every now and then...

Friday, February 26, 2021

I Shouldn't Be So Judgmental...Of Typos

 I posted a picture last week of a sign on a motel. It was missing a letter and that struck me as funny. I snapped a couple of pictures and posted one, complete with a clever (to me...) little caption. 

Maybe I shouldn't have.

I mean, it's really just a typo, except of it being a misspelled word on a page, it's an incomplete word on a sign. Sort of the same thing.

I write a blog post every day. I've published a couple of books and have several short stories out there for all to see. And I'm prone to typos. There may even be typos in this post when it's all said and done. 

Typos are just mistakes. Some have bigger impact than others, of course. There's knock on self-published stories, because they--usually--aren't professionally edited or proofed, and because of that, those in the "approved" publishing world look down on them, and not just the books, but the authors as well. However, I have found typos on books published by established houses before. No one's really immunized from it, or very few, anyway.

I guess it's like taking the beam out of my own eye before I start pointing out the typos in other people's eyes...

Or motel signs that elcome you.

Thursday, February 25, 2021

Our Trip To Snowville...

 We went on another driving tour last Sunday. In the past month, we drove north to Idaho, east to Logan, west to Promontory Point, and so the last major road heading out of town goes northwest.

We drove to Snowville, Utah.

And there isn't much there.

This should in no way be interpreted as a slight against Snowville. I'll bet if you asked anyone who lives in Snowville they would say the same thing. It is not a big town. Search the town's population and as of the last census in 2010 the population was 167.


I wonder if there's still that many people living there. You exit Interstate 84, turn north and you'll see two gas stations and a diner. There's also a restaurant that's closed on Sundays. We kept driving north for a mile or so. We passed several homes and the smallest elementary school we'd ever seen.

I have so much respect for people who live in these small communities. They each have a story (as do we all...) and I'm sure there are some fascinating people there...

Just not that many.

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Performing...In The Time Of Covid

 I've blogged about an event that happened last week. I blogged about the experience before it happened to recruit participants, I blogged about the show itself to see if anyone wanted to come and see it, and I blogged about shopping for, finding, then wearing a plastic face shield that we used while performing. I also used one of my pictures from the evening as that day's Pic Of The Day.

Needless to say, I've milked the event.

Sometimes I need to do that when coming up with things about which to blog.

Still, doing a show, albeit one that consisted of one rehearsal, one run-through before the performance, and the performance itself, is an adventure. It's always a challenge...there's always a rush. And, because of the times in which we live, any performance, any chance to be on the stage is not just an everyday ordinary thing. It's special.

The show went great. I missed a line, but my fellow actors were pros and covered for me. We even had some audience members in attendance. Anytime there's more people watching than are on stage is a good thing. After the bows and applause, Bryce, the organizer said he had fun and he would not be opposed to trying something like what we just did again in the future. And if that ever happens we all wanted to be a part of it.

With my daughter being so busy with her own things and us moving away from the theaters where I usually performed, and covid shutting down everything, I've sort of figured my performing days were in the past, at least, the way I used to do shows. That may still be the case, but on a crisp winter Friday evening in a basement black box theater in Layton Utah, I was able to help out and have a good time.

Performing in the time of covid--kind of like it's always been....

With a few changes, of course.

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

NASA's Perseverance Rover...Aptly Named

Humans possess an innate desire to explore, to search, to learn about the world around them.

And not just the one world.

Last week the planet watched as the Perseverance Mars Rover safely landed on the Martian surface. I have not done a lot of research on the project...I'm kind of a casual observer. I did hear yesterday how the rover got its name. There was a contest to name it and the winner was a young man who wrote an essay about perseverance. You can read about him by clicking: HERE


Well named.

So many things were put on hold last year, so many unfulfilled dreams, events that didn't take place, weddings without friends, funerals without family. I can't imagine what those in charge of the Mars mission thought when the whole world shut down. Years--decades, even--of planning hung in the balance. Billions of dollars, life-long work all at risk. Yet, the rockets left Earth, the spaceship traveled to Mars and the payload touched down.

The mission found a way to succeed.

Since I don't work in that environment, I have no idea if they could have delayed the launch, put the mission on hold like so many other things. They didn't. They persevered. They achieved their goal.

When the rover was named, the young man could not have imagined how much more apt the name would be. I guess that's why it was so perfectly.

Well done, to everyone involved.