Tuesday, June 24, 2008


Tonight Phil got home late. We had home teacher's coming in 20 minutes. I was sitting on the lawn swings, reading Sally Warner's book Totally Confidential, which is out of print but you can buy it, used from Amazon. Sally gave me my copy. I'm so lucky--it's a good read. Everything she writes is good.

I had not fixed dinner. Don't ask me why. The brain refused to function about the subject of dinner today. Besides that I ate lunch out with friends and when I do that dinner is often non-existent.

The home teachers were delightful, gave us part of the talk by Elder Faust in June's Ensign: .

"Every time in my life when I have chosen to delay following inspired counsel or decided that I was an exception, I came to know that I had put myself in harm’s way. Every time that I have listened to the counsel of prophets, felt it confirmed in prayer, and then followed it, I have found that I moved toward safety. Along the path, I have found that the way had been prepared for me and the rough places made smooth. God led me to safety along a path that was prepared with loving care, sometimes prepared long before."

Justin said he has been hearing about being prepared in the area of food storage all his life. I have too. Mother used to have a fruit room FILLED to the rafters with food for us and for "The Californians." "They will come in droves one day and they'll be hungry," she used to say. I never found out exactly why they would be coming in droves but we were prepared in case they did.

My contribution to the lesson was to tell Justin that since we don't have the room in our basement, and they do, that we will store our extra water there. Every time I empty a good bottle I wash it, fill it with water and put it by the steps. Phil has to try and find a place to put it. He's running out of room. We may have water that tastes faintly like salsa but I think if we are thirsty we won't care. Or if we are dirty and want to wash, salsa water would be delightful. Or Justin and his family will be delighted.

I also told him pasta will store for eight years.

So much for my vast knowledge.

After they had prayer with us--yes, on the lawn swings--Phil and I went to Dairy Queen and ordered a hot dog and ice cream. Our bill was $3.49. We drove to the BYU LaVell Edward's Stadium parking lot and ate. He said I was a cheap date.

Now I ask you, should I be offended?


Colette Amelia said...

I was wondering how long pasta was good for. I just threw some out...I think it was close to the eight year mark. I have been cooking up a storm trying to get rid of the bits of this and that.

The new house doesn't have room enough to be storing pasta for eight years so I think I will have to hope for the best or maybe instead of storing food I will store fat and then I can just live off it for eight years?

Maybe no. not good for the health or the winning of new friends and employers...and Michael says I am only OK as long as he can get his arms around me...and he doesn't really have that long of arms.

Kathy said...

Offended? Certainly not. I think it is most charming and sweet that Phil still calls you his 'date'.

Anonymous said...

nah, not a cheap date. A fun date!

Who knew pasta lasts that long??

Mom2BJM(Amy) said...

Definitely not offended. If I could get by on that for a date with my husband, I'd be pleased!