Yikes, it's almost midnight and I have just logged on for the day.
My friend, DeAnn, has just started a blog. Hop on over and give her some encouragement. She is doing it because I am such a nag. She will love it, and she will write some interesting things. Thank you, DeAnn.
I love it when people get tired of my nagging and do what I want.
DeAnn is one of the most talented writers I have ever met. She has a future in publishing if she can just carve out some hours every day to write. She wrote a piece about her mother that left the members of her Writer's Critique group without words. All I could say was, "Wow, DeAnn." Not worthy of her essay but that's all the words I could come up with. Maybe she will publish it on her blog someday.
Anyway, I will take her lead tonight to write a about our own Family Home Evening. Phil wanted to read together. As much as I like to do that I wanted something exciting.
Too late for a movie. I can hear you, That's excitement? Yes, our boring lives are pathetic. Other people jet off to Europe. I sit on the lawn swings--obviously not now, in the snow--but, if they were still out there I probably would bundle up and do it. Anyway, I sit in the lawn swings and watch the drama of the mountain and am content. I go to the movies--which I adore--but not R rated ones, and am happy.
So, I stood at the closet door and read off the list of games. Sorry, Clue--my favorite.
"I'm not fond of Clue," he said.
What's the matter with him? Clue is a great game but maybe because I win he does not have fond memories. Who wants to remember a wife who says, "Yes!" and slaps her hand on the table?
I read off the other possibilities. Scrabble being one. Don't let him choose Scrabble, I thought. I am not great at Scrabble unless miss-spelling and made up words count--with wonderfully believable definitions, occasionally I've even gotten away with them. If those count then I'm one fantastic Scrabble player.
So, we watched a Hallmark movie I had recorded in December. So much for making memories, for learning about the gospel or for excitement.
It's like those fireworks that I had to watch from the shed in Annabella, 5 1/2 miles away from Richfield, where the firework display was. The fireworks went "poink" (with a small "p") instead of "Whoosh! Bang!" Remind me to tell you that story someday. Right after the wooden leg one and the learning to drive one.
Family Home Evening tonight: "Poink." But luckily, I'm content.