Had a good day yesterday - my grand daughters were in a parade in the next little town over.
I've lived in this area for over 30 years, and I should have known that there was a "Salem Days," but I really had no reason to care - until yesterday, that is...
As I sat there viewing the parade entries, I couldn't help but think how much I enjoy small town life.
The parade consisted of mostly horses and tractors, but, by golly - those folks are proud of their horses and tractors!
How fun to feel the close-knit community spirit as neighbor applauded neighbor for their efforts.
My girls' were so cute on the float (with their Karate class), even though grandpa had to chase them down the road to get a picture.
(Grandma had trouble with the camera and missed them.)
It's all about the kids these days - and thank goodness they do things to keep us entertained and interested in life.
Later, we spent some time with the mother-in-law.
Yesterday was her birthday. She's been home alone for a few weeks, because Grandpa is still in the hospital.
She's hanging in there, but it was a quiet birthday for her...
That brings us to this morning -
I don't mention my church calling much, because I'm not a preachy kind of soul, but I conduct the music for our congregation.
I really enjoy my job - I love music, and it's a pleasure to me to be able to choose the hymns that we sing each week, and arrange for musical numbers.
I swear that music is a conductor to the Spirit, just as water is a conductor to electricity. Some of my most spiritual experiences involve my participation in music.
The one draw-back I have is a physical one. I have a touch of bursitis, or arthritis or one of those achey 'itis' things...
I happened to choose an extra long song to open the meeting with, so by the time it was over, I was near the point of having to prop my arm up to keep it aloft.
I was hoping for a long break between hymns to regroup... Wouldn't you know it - no announcements at all this week.
So as I lead "Gently Raise the Sacred Strain," I was feeling more like "Raise it Gently Because it's Sprained." Ha. The joys of age.
I asked one of the young ladies in the ward (Anna B.) to play a piano solo this week, but she asked if she and her friends could sing instead.
I was great with that, because I've heard her sing with the choir and I know she has talents there too.
I wasn't expecting, however, the quality of the talent I heard today. They sang the most beautiful arrangement of "If You Could Hie to Kolob" a'capella.
They sounded like angels.
I found out after church that she arranged it herself!
Wow.
Sundays are a mixed bag here - mornings are calm and quiet, but evenings are full of family and chaos.
Love at Home.
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