Here's where we are! Isn't it beautiful? La Hacienda is just wonderful. There is supposed to be bunches of firemen here, but I only see one. Really, we have no fire-camp near us. Just some haze from the very distant fire and that actually has cooled the weather down. The place is empty as usual and is so quiet all you hear the the birds and there's deer everywhere. The place even serves us breakfast here. Wow! I've decided that Tressa (the ancient one) Tressa, I mean you're an old soul, not physically old--you know what that would turn me into? Tressa needs to come stay here. It would be like staying at Rancho Cumulos with cable, Internet, showers, and cowboy rustic rooms. This place is so me--I could just go out shooting coyotes. (Never mind, the base wouldn't like that.) OOPS! The commander just returned, glad we weren't wondering around in his residence, he now lives in the gold dome. But, there are 4 more tower rooms. Yay, I love this place. I wonder what's in the basement. Your dad said, "Pee Wee Herman's bicycle." Actually, we thought of that at the same time.
Have you thought that a blog was similar to a Christmas letter that you get from your friends? All good and nothing really bad, stupid, or even real? It seems a lot of ones I read, seem like everything in their life is perfect. I would like to set the record straight. NOTHING is perfect! I don't really like reading other people's problems, mainly because I worry about them. But it's okay...I like someone to pray for or help. I like knowing that I'm not the only one that has money issues, fears, fat, or even if they are mad at someone or something, or even that they are just plain having a bad day. Not good to put details of any of that on a blog. Like...who your mad at...'cuz it just might and usually is, just a misunderstanding and we get over that stuff fast--blog is there forever. It's read by a lot of people and sometimes their thoughts affect... well you know, they could easily NOT forget it. BTW I'm not mad, unhappy, fearful, etc.--just thinking about journaling, or writing our family history. It SHOULD contain trials and point the way of getting through our exasperating experiences. This is part of the reason we keep a record. I wrote down ever phase of my pregnancies because I wanted to change the bad choices to how I could improve to make them better. Loose ligaments, walking, starting labor, all of that was a great relief about, during, and after each pregnancy. Interesting how we forget what Braxton-Hicks feels like or how after pains get worse with each baby. Those both are uncomfortable subjects to write down, but for me, having five miscarriages, I needed to know every detail and you know what? It saved me from crazy.
I bore my testimony. Not so strange, actually, except not one of my family members were there. Not one. I think Abby and Holly came later. I really felt weird, I looked around and couldn't find anyone, but I was comfortable and felt okay about it. The reason I mention it is that I haven't been alone, that is without my family at church, since 1972. I don't know why I bore my testimony. I found myself at the podium without remembering even walking up there. I wasn't taking any pain meds (thank you very much my children) I read a scripture and had a compass in my pocket and it reminded me of my scriptures being my compass. I know I said that because when I looked at the compass I gasped slightly because I thought it was pink or red and it surprised me to see it was bright yellow. Do you ever wonder if you made sense when you are up there? I sorta' floated up there and floated down, and I know I didn't speak long and wasn't nervous at all, not at all! What happened? No heart pounding decision, what?