Sunday Stuff

I was going to post a picture of a church today, but instead I decided to show you this house in my neighborhood. It's not a church, but whoever lives there felt the need to put signs up on their house telling people to believe in God. It's a great message, in any language.

Well, it has been kind of a crazy Sunday. C and I were all ready to go to church--I was wearing a newly-made dress and had just curled my hair and I was rushing out the door after him--when I saw his face and knew something was wrong. It was a big ol' flat tire on the car! I'm surprised C didn't notice it earlier when he'd gone out to check on the garden, but I know how it is to be oblivious. I'm always not noticing things! So we went back inside and changed out of our nice clothes and got some practice putting on the spare tire, which was great because I think this is the first time since he's owned the car that C has accessed and used the spare, which is normally attached to the underside of our car. I watched, and I think I could even do it now if I ever need to, which makes me feel good. It didn't look too hard at all. The flat tire, we saw, had some sort of thin metal spike wedged between the treads, which caused the puncture. We must have acquired it at some point yesterday on our trip to the grocery store.

So, we were late for church. But I wish we could have missed the last third instead of the first third, because in both Sunday School and Relief Society it was the chastity lesson! Not that I have a problem with chastity, but it was a little bit repetitive. Oh well, I am actually glad that the church has it as a lesson, because it is a huge problem in the world today, and no less for LDS people than for anyone else. I'm constantly amazed at the number of people who are friends or friends of friends whose marriages have been affected by pornography. And I am also often saddened to know young women and men who have been not kept the law of chastity in their dating years, and whose lives have been so badly scarred by all the trouble such activities bring. Families really need to do a better job of teaching their daughters to be virtuous and strong, and their sons to be valiant and pure. It's such a difficult but vitally important topic.

Anyway, I'm testing out my computer and so far so good. I didn't replace the battery, because they wouldn't give me a free one, but I was able to get the faceplate and bezel around the screen (whatever these things are called) replaced, and so far I have been using it for 30 minutes and the mouse pad has not freaked out like it was doing before! The guy saw hairline cracks in the old one and thought that maybe it was what was putting pressure on the pad and it's click-button thing. I don't even know what these things are called, so I won't go on about it. All I can say is, I hope that was the fix!

Mundanities

Look, I coined a new word! I guess the word trivialities might also suit. Here are some:

My favorite show to watch on Saturday night is Keeping Up Appearances, an old BBC comedy about a pretentious British lady and her long-suffering husband. Hyacinth Bucket (it's pronounced Bouquet!) goes to great lengths to make sure the sort of people who eat off Royal Doulton china don't find out she's related to Daisy and Onslow who live in happy squalor with their other sister, Rose, who is dramatically fond of other women's husbands. I don't know why I love it so much, but I just do.

One of the reasons I can't blog much these days is because my computer freaks out in hot weather. It's doing it now! You don't know it but it just deleted everything I wrote, and I had to type it again. I have to hold my hands up high off the keyboard as I type or else the touch pad thinks I'm touching it, because it's all hot and can't differentiate what is what. Sigh... Also, the internet that I steal from across the street disconnects me every fifteen minutes, like it just did now. I will have to save these paragraphs when I'm done typing, reconnect, then log back on to blogger and publish my post. Sigh... We keep saying we're going to get real internet, but we never do for some reason.

Today my husband spent four and a half hours touching up scuff marks in the LDS chapel where we attend church. He's not a member. But he's very excited about the stain pens he ordered from an online company. He didn't finish all the pews--there are a lot and it's slow work, but we'll go back sometime and do the rest. While he worked on that I worked on genealogy in the family history center. I'm trying to find out when my husband's ancestors immigrated from Germany to Canada, but I have had no luck. I'm starting to wonder if there is any record out there with that information at all.

After our work at the church we visited with my family, and I got to see my mom again, back from her trip to Utah. Oh, that reminds me! I forgot to tell her that the airline called to say they found her lost luggage and would be delivering it this evening. Oops. Well, she'll get it. They had sent it to El Salvador instead, by mistake of course. My mom was staying with her mom, who turns 90 this October. My grandma lives all alone and I worry about her. Maybe she'll come out here and stay with my parents. I would love to see her again. Last time was a couple of years ago. I want my husband to meet her. Maybe I will write more about my grandma in a blog post of her own.

I don't even really know what got me to write tonight. Just felt like it, I guess. We came home from my parents house, I ate a zucchini, read the Wall Street Journal, wandered around for a few minutes sneezing (I guess from the cats at my parents' house), then sat down to write this. I guess I'll let my computer cool down now. I'm going to go watch my show, take an allergy pill, eat some ice cream, and relax.