So this week I mainly tried to focus on getting stuff ready for the upcoming flea.o.logy sale. ... Dad was off doing 'test sets' in a couple of stores they are redoing, which kept him busy the first part of the week.
On Monday I drove into Provo to reclaim the mattress set that Spencer and Seth used in the house they moved into with friends. After that, being in Provo, I made the best of it, spending a couple of hours at DI.
On Wednesday I worked, but after work Spencer came by to watch the Jazz game and to play with Beckie. Thursday was another work day for me, with an appraising session afterwards in Orem. Dad had to take the day off as he is getting too many vacation days booked. He mainly read .... Then ran to Salt Lake to take his Dad to dinner.
More projects, and painting for me, and a bit of reading for Dad, who was plum tuckered, and the Kews came by to whisk us away to another movie and dinner. The movie was called Salmon Fishing in the Yemen. The Kews have unusual tastes in movies, but we LOVED it. Fun and funky and some more fun too, I loved that one of the main characters had Asbergers ... and I loved how they treated that as a personality thing, not a dysfunction, very cool.
Today Dad spent the day doing high council stuff, while I spoke in two nursing homes' sacrament meetings. We have a branch in our stake that is made up of three nursing/care facilities, including an assisted living place. That was very cool, and I talked a new lady in the ward into signing up with me as the musical number. She is super talented and it was very fun to get to know her better. She said that when she first met me she had a strong sense that we had known each other in the preexistence. Her name is Ginny.
I think the reason we have this branch is because we have a super innovative Stake President. The branch is wonderful with about a dozen people involved in helping and serving these folks. The high councilman in charge was telling us something that Dad told me a few weeks back. Our Stake President has terminal cancer which started as prostate cancer. He has had it for five or more years. I guess his father died of the same thing, and as a nurse practitioner he has seen his own bone scans as well as those of his father. He said his cancer is more advanced than his father's was at his death, yet President Willardson feels no pain from his. He just keep working and plugging away. He is the man who is responsible for our having the temple built here, but that is another story.
So Dad missed our sacrament meeting, but joined me in Sunday School to help hold Beckie as Sam and Emily both teach. Sam is one of the best, if not the best, Gospel Doctrine teachers I have ever had, and his lesson today was no exception.
So that was my week, shopping, working and reinventing stuff. Dad's was basically, working, reading and helping me reinvent stuff.
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