This Birth that we call Death

It is now over a week since Sharon's funeral. How long is it since her husband Michael died? Mere weeks. So many are leaving us. When Lisa announced in Relief Society that another sister had passed away my immediate thought was that it would be Margaret, Sharon's mother. She is the one undergoing treatment for cancer. She looks so frail. Sharon was just starting to pick herself up again. It wasn't that long ago that I'd been talking to her in Blackburn market when she was telling me that people kept trying to urge her to look for someone else and she was saying it was too soon. I told her to wait until she was ready, that she hadn't had enough time to grieve for Michael yet and for people to push her into going to single adult activities to look for a date was insensitive. It had even been suggested that she could go back to the guy before Michael who had two timed her when she was engaged to him! She's worth more than that and so is Michael's memory.

Lisa could see that I was shocked when she made the announcement about Sharon - Myrra had already known but forgotten to tell me so Lisa thought I already knew. How could she forget a thing like that? After the initial shock my first thought was that she would be back with Michael again, sealed together for eternity and both free from the physical difficulties which had been their challenges in life. I could see them happy and free from the restrictions of mortality. I can feel sorrow for Ken and Margaret in losing their daughter, and sorrow for Pearl and her children in losing the sister and aunt that they love, but I cannot feel sorrow for Sharon only happiness for her that she made it. She and Michael together are on their way home. I bet he's a terrific missionary in the spirit world. I wonder if he's met up with Peter there? I imagine Sharon with a beautiful singing voice training choirs of angels.

The funeral was last Thursday and it's taken a week for me to get around to writing something and I'm still struggling to get my thoughts into something coherent. Lisa gave a talk which was compiled by Margaret, the thoughts of a mother - her memories of Sharon as a baby and as a little girl, all the mischievous things she used to get up to. I can easily imagine that with her cheeky grin. She always seemed to be laughing and giggling about something. Nathaniel and Heather, Pearl's children both gave little talks again as they had done about their uncle Michael. It must be so hard for them to lose the aunt they love so soon after their uncle. Sharon spoiled them rotten.

All the material things in life just seem so unimportant compared to getting there. Getting there is what really matters and for that I envy Michael and Sharon because they've made it. Their struggle is over. For the rest of us ours still goes on.

All of the funerals recently have somehow strengthened my testimony of the Gospel though and continually assured me that death is not an end but just the beginning of the next bit. It's so hard being stuck in this bit not knowing what the next bit holds but knowing that there IS a next bit is sometimes all that matters.

Mixed Emotions

The past couple of weeks have been a turmoil of emotions for me, so much so that I haven't been able to even think of writing anything in my blogs. I have hardly even visited any of the forums I normally frequent. In fact the only one which does seem to have interested me has been the LDS forum which has interesting gospel topics under discussion. Getting involved in those has somehow helped.

I have entered into the challenge to read the Book of Mormon in 97 days in remembrance of President Hinckley, one day for each year of his life. I have made myself read something every day even though this past fortnight has been harder to keep reading and I have fallen behind schedule, but have been catching up again and am almost on track. I'm in Mosiah at the moment reading about Alma and the sons of Mosiah. The part about Abinadi was so engrossing that it was easy to read more and get more involved in it.

A big argument on the day before Mother's Day left me feeling desperate but out of it came time spent with Emma where we talked about lots of things which may not otherwise have been discussed. It has been so very difficult to get through these last days but I have somehow managed to keep going.

Bishop came up with an odd thing whilst he was talking to me. He actually said that he didn't know what he was talking about and making it up as he went along but it sounded good. He called it 'mental judo instead of mental karate'. Karate is about aggression and destroying things but judo is about defense and just fending off the blows. He said I should practice mental judo and it actually does seem to work.

I said I wouldn't cry!

I was so sure that I would not cry at Sandra's funeral on Friday, yet I sat there with tears streaming down my face.

Lisa gave a beautiful talk on what a lovely lady Sandra was, how she never spoke ill of anyone and how much the children in nursery loved her and will miss her. I'm so glad to have known Sandra. She taught me such a lot. I wouldn't say that she never had a bad word to say for anyone. She could be quite stubborn at times and certainly enjoyed a good natured grumble at the nurses in the hospital. She endured a great deal of suffering and she did so with dignity. For her sake I should be happy that she has made it through the trial of this life and retained her testimony if the Gospel until the end. I'm really going to miss her though and feel like I took her friendship for granted whilst she was here.

The church was packed again, this time with so many non-members whose lives she had touched. Phil from the dance class was there. Such a small world. When I spoke to her on Saturday she explained that she knew Sandra through the school where she had been involved as Brian was a governor.

The boys looked devastated. They will miss her so much. I know there were times they used to torment the life out of her but their love and grief is undeniable.

Sister Frohock had arranged that the Relief Society sisters would stand as a guard of honour as the coffin was brought in, and the Relief Society Presidency each held a yellow tulip as yellow roses were Sandra's favourite flower but she couldn't get any roses so got tulips in the same colour instead.

It's been such an emotional couple of weeks and I still find myself in tears for different reasons. I don't know if I can be as strong as Jenny and Sandra and stay immovable in my faith when things come along which knock me sideways. They were and are two lovely sisters. Not perfect, no-one ever is apart from the Saviour, but as close as it gets and an example to me of something I can try to live up to.

It's been a very emotional couple of days. Jennie's funeral yesterday was a mixture of joy and sorrow. I didn't think I would cry. In fact I was fairly sure I wouldn't cry. Jennie had a long and fulfilled live, faithful to her beliefs and to her Saviour, devoted to her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and loved by everyone who knew her. Many times she had spoken of how she missed Arthur and looked forward to being re-united with him one day.

When she moved away to live with Arthur Jnr it was a wrench. She was a tiny little woman but she seemed to leave a huge hole in the Ward when she left. Yet she was always there at the end of a telephone line or an email in my in box. In fact I'd had an email from her only days ago where she talked about watching President Hinckley's funeral and bearing her testimony of Thomas S. Monson as our new President. I don't want to remove her name from my address book yet but I know I can never email her again.

The funeral was lovely with a beautiful musical item by members of her family and a lovely poem.

Miss Me -- But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little--but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me--but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me--But Let me Go!

How beautiful, and how like Jennie that sounds. Arthur Jnr gave a lovely talk,very personal and very moving, describing how she slipped gently from this life to the next. There were tears for the mother he loves and will obviously miss but strength and assurance too in knowing where she has gone and that she will have been met there by his father who went before. He said she asked to be helped to sit up. He offered to give her a blessing but she shook her head and waved her finger to refuse - she knew the time had come to leave and nothing should be done to keep her here. Then quietly and peacefuly she slipped away.

Bro Walsh gave a talk. He told how Jennie had previously told him that she wanted him to speak at her funeral and had even asked him if he'd prepared what he was going to say! How like Jennie. How practical to want to sort things out in advance. He spoke of how he first met her only a few years ago but how they both knew that they had met before in the Pre-existence and how they knew they woukd find each other one earth and recognise that.

I thought about Peter and wondered if he would have met Jennie yet 'up there' - then I found myself, as I often do, shedding a tear because I still miss him and asking why Jennie and Arthur had so many years together and Peter and I had so few by comparison.

Then I felt Peter asking if I'd been listening to Bernard - Bro Walsh - about him meeting Jennie before they came to earth. He told me that we had met Geoff before, that he had known he would not be born into a church family and that Peter had known that we would find the Gospel. He had promised Geoff that we would find him and bring him home. He told me he had to leave so that that could happen. In her Patriarchal blessing Myrra is told that she is to be an example to Geoff. Peter has left us with that responsibility and it is up to us to fulfill it for him, that is why he had to leave when he did.

He'd had the same vision on two previous occasions of somewhere he would go when he left this life. There was a big building. He said it reminded him of the 'great and spacious building' of Lehi's vision. He was preaching the gospel to the people who were in different rooms in this building but he'd twice been told 'not yet' and to return here. Then finally it was the right time and he willingly went even though he did not want to leave us. He'd hoped to see the girls grow up and get married. We'd hoped to serve a mission together as a retired couple. That was not to be. We watched a home movie where Peter said to Emma that he would show the film to her boyfriend when she was 21. But he isn't here to do that. He thought he would be. He didn't expect to have to go so soon.

After we had watched that home movie in our family home evening I was again saddened that he didn't get to see his girls grow up, but again he assured me that he had to leave so that we could fulfill those promises that we had made in the pre-existence, but not just to Geoff. In the building there are people locked inside rooms that they can only unlock from the inside but they have no keys. Here in this life we have the keys they need by performing baptisms on their behalf - then the key can be passed to them and they can accept it and unlock the door from the inside and come out of their prison and join Lehi and his family on the path holding onto the iron rod. Some of the people inside some of those rooms are Geoff's family. They are waiting. Peter has done all he can do on his side by teaching them and now they are waiting for their keys. How else would they get those keys if we didn't know about them? He is keeping his side of the promise and here it is up to us to strive to keep ours.

I was so blessed to find Peter and to have those precious years with him here. He was a wonderful missionary and I'm sure he's still doing a great job. I need to constantly pray for strength to do my part.

Whilst at Jennie's funeral we heard that Sandra had passed away. Her funeral will be on Friday. So many in such a short time. Brian and the boys will be devastated but Sandra, bless her, will be at peace from all the suffering she has endured these long months in fighting that cancer and especially the chemo. She too never lost her faith and right to the end was wanting to be able to come to church again. She missed her calling in nursery. She will be a wonderful person in the eternities and I imagine there will be many who won't recognise her because they never saw her for who she really was when she was here.

a Wonderful Weekend

Saturday

Yesterday was the first Saturday in quite a while where Em hasn't had a dance class so Geoff and I didn't have to rush off to Blackburn first thing. In fact we had quite a leisurely start to the day, went into town and did a couple of errands, then had lunch together and then checked out the locations for a job he had in the evening. We got back home about 4pm. It was just so nice to have the free time to spend with each other.

The girls had gone out in the afternoon with friends, including Ruth who is over from France on a short visit, and gone to the cinema. I was a little concerned that Myrra might be cutting it fine for getting back because she'd promised to come with me to Burnley in the early evening to a baptism. So Geoff went to meet them on the way back from the cinema as soon as the film finished and bring them home. Then he took Myrra and I over to Burnley for the baptism.

I felt really so excited about this. The lady being baptised is someone I 'met' on a message forum online and who I had never met in person but having talked to her on the forum and in messages back and forth I feel like I've got to know her and it was just so thrilling that she made the decision to get baptised.

When we got there people asked us if we were members of her family - we smiled and said no. The missionaries knew we weren't members of the Ward and I explained that we were members of Blackburn Ward. So of course they asked how we met her and it seemed really funny to say that we'd never even met - and then to explain about the message forum! Some of the people there used to be from Blackburn Ward and were surprised to see us. We were able to update them on all that has happened since they moved.

But the best part of all beyond any doubt was the baptism itself. Such a beautiful spirit and such a lovely lady. I always enjoy baptisms and this was no exception, unless you consider that it was possibly so exciting because Michele had found her own way back to the Gospel and taken such a big step, as she has a phobia of water. It went without a hitch. Two of the loveliest people in the world gave talks which were obviously sincere and from the heart, about faith, repentance and baptism. David Eastwood performed the baptism and one of the missionary elders played some beautiful hymn music on the violin. I can only imagine how Michele herself must have been feeling because I was on a spiritual high.

Sunday

Today I'd been asked to read something in the Sunday School class. That in itself was not unusual and what I'd been asked to read aloud is something I have read so many times before but as I prayerfully read through it at home it had such an impact on me. The verses are known as the Psalm of Nephi . I felt a great insight into Nephi's personality and character. He regrets his anger towards the brothers who had fought against him, who had tied him up, who had rebelled, who had tried to kill him. Despite all the struggles he had he retained a wonderfully powerful testimony of the Lord and knew he was loved and guided. I felt so moved reading out those words to the class. I would love to be able to be like Nephi.

In Sacrament Meeting we had visiting speakers, a missionary couple who were introducing 3 courses (with manuals) for strengthening home and family. They sound wonderful. They are really an answer to prayer. The sister said the one for parents is really the manual everyone wishes they'd been issued with when the first had a baby. The one for married couples and the one for families sound really exciting and extremely helpful, with lots of good stuff to work on. Geoff was really interested too. It all just looks at things from an LDS perspective instead of from a world's perspective which many times can be contrary to the Gospel.

I'm excited about when the courses will start in our Ward. I definitely want to go even if Geoff can't due to work commitments or whatever.

The third one is about overcoming addictions and on the face of it that may not seem relevant until you look at the bigger picture and see that addictions can be more than tobacco, drugs and alcohol but can include over eating or comfort eating, or even spending far too much time doing things like watching TV or reading. I think I could be a sudoku addict because if I don't do at least a little bit of a challenge each day then it's almost like having withdrawal symptoms.

And how about the internet? Am I addicted to message forums? Do they take up far too much of my time? Even the addiction course will be beneficial I think.

Geoff was talking about the whole thing on the way home in the car, with particular reference to the bit about anger and getting annoyed with people. I'm very good at losing my cool with the kids and saying 'you make me so angry' which is not strictly accurate as it is ME. I make myself angry. This will be good to work on and I'm looking forward to it.

The whole thing tied in with what Wendy was teaching in the Sunday School class about how we react with others and how not reacting angrily actually changed the attitude of a person she was angry with.

It all seems like answers to prayers which I have been praying for a long time - finally the answers have come in the Lord's way when I am ready for it.

Not enough hours in the day!

Wow! what with teaching Seminary, even if only to one pupil, taking up the challenge to read the Book of Mormon in 97 days in tribute to the 97 years of President Hinckley's life, studying the Relief Society lessons and the scriptures for the Sunday School lessons, including an assignment I have for next Sunday to participate in the class, there just don't seem to be enough hours in the day to do other basic things like eat, wash and clean up!

This morning Myrra wasn't at college so she helped me to tidy and vacuum the dining room which was a big help but we took all morning and there is still stuff to be done. It also meant that this morning I spent literally no time at all studying the Flash8 tutorials. Steve expects us to be up to section 21 by next Wednesday from just getting the tutorial last Wednesday! Some of the video tutorials last half an hour and the guy who recorded them says you need to practice the technique several times before you can really get to understand it. I just haven't got enough hours in the day to do that.

I'm ending up skipping through things without even trying them out myself and I know I will never remember them that way. It's probably a good thing that after the next 2 official lessons it will just be a case of working alone and dropping in on Fridays as and when necessary. Then I will work at my own pace and make sure I know something thoroughly before I try moving on to something else. As long as I pop in now and again to make sure he's still there and available to talk to if I have a query I think that will work out much better. I do want to be able to do this line dancing website but I need to know what is possible before I dive in and make things that don't work. At present it's all just going into my brain and straight out again.

Semi-Seminary Teacher!

With the previous Seminary teacher having been called onto the Bishopric he has been released as a teacher. The new stand-in teacher is unable to collect Myrra by car in the mornings to go to the class, due to health reasons, and at that hour of the morning it isn't safe for her to walk down there alone. The alternative possibilities would be:
a) to drop out, which would be a crying shame after all she's done and this being her third year
b) to do home study which with her other pressures of extra English and maths lessons at college would put her under a great deal of pressure and have more of a negative effect
c) me to stand in as her seminary teacher and conduct the lessons at the same time each morning but here in our own home with just a class of one.

We opted for the third option.

The course of study is The Old Testament which can be pretty heavy going but I think I'm going to gain a lot from it too. So far we've had 3 lessons and I think it's working out pretty well.

Sunday - Busy Day (both good and not so good)

Not many people at church this Sunday - lots of illness and two of the sisters in hospital. We seemed very thin on the ground.

The day started beautifully with the Relief Society based on the life of President Hinckley. It was made rather special and personal with a few of us being able to share our own personal memories of him along with some details and information provided by our Relief Society President. As much as we are saddened by his death and will miss him as much as if he were a dear close relative we were also able to have a laugh at some of the amusing memories and it was a beautiful spirit filled lesson, much like the man himself.

I recalled our meeting with him in Avenham Park where he expressed his love for Lancashire and made such a point of finding a beautiful location down by the river where I could photograph him and sister Hinckley. A copy of that photograph has been on the wall here ever since. I think it's becoming a little faded over the years.

Sunday School was excellent - Nephi: "I will go and DO the thing which the Lord commandeth." Lots of positive input and discussion again with such a good spiritual feeling.

Then came Sacrament Meeting and Testimonies. Although there were not many of us there, several including missionaries bore their testimony. Some referred to President Hinckley, others referred to personal things in their lives, some gave mini talks (despite the fact that we have been told so many times that a testimony is not a lecture.) Bro Morgan said that we would finish testimonies at 1:15 when Bishop would speak as he had been asked by the Stake President to say something specific regarding President Hinckley. Sister Alty bore her testimony last, and it was a beautiful spiritual testimony clearly from the heart. She over ran by a couple of minutes to almost 1:17.

Bishop did not immediately rise. He seemed to be reluctant to do so. He seemed to be conferring with Bro Morgan. Then finally he walked to the stand and said that he did not now have time to give us the message about President Hinckley. Suddenly I felt cold, as if the Spirit walked out of that chapel. Why would the Bishop choose not to give us a message the Stake President had specifically asked him to give? Would he really not have been able to fit it in? Sister Alty hadn't overrun by much more than a minute or so. We've quite often ended Sacrament meeting slightly after 1:30 and sometimes even more than slightly. I was puzzled.

Bishop then went on to speak about how his wife was ill but that despite being ill they had had a long lunch date together the previous day. Yet she was too ill to be at church. Was I being uncharitable for thinking the things I was thinking? He went on to say that instead of going to Chorley or even watching President Hinckley's funeral on BYU TV he had chosen to visit a sister who is terminally ill. Was I wrong again to think that he could have chosen to visit her instead of the two and a half hour lunch date with his wife and then he could have gone to Chorley to the funeral or even watched it live on his computer. I didn't feel happy at feeling so critical of the Bishop.

Then he went on to speak about this sister, who we know and love, and say that no-one else in the Ward has problems. Because this sister is dying, in his opinion no-one else in the Ward has problems. This sister is sealed to her husband in the temple. She will be with him in eternity. Yet according to Bishop no-one else in the Ward has problems. In our Ward we have a sister who has only recently lost her husband, who herself is ill and whose mother is in hospital but according to our Bishop she does not have problems because no-one else in the Ward has problems. We have a sister who is fighting a custody battle for a child she brought up and knows that if she loses then that child will be taken away from the church and lose the opportunity for baptism, and yet according to Bishop this sister does not have a problem because no-one else in the Ward has problems. What about the young woman who is suffering from depression and has felt suicidal? Her family doesn't have a problem because no-one else in the Ward has problems. What about the family who cannot be sealed because the husband is not a member of the church so they face eternity without each other? They do not have a problem because according to Bishop no-one else in the Ward has problems.

I find I cannot share Bishop's view on this because as far as I can see this dying sister who has been through a great deal of suffering is the one with the least problems because she us faithful, she knows where she is going. She is sealed to her husband and children and will be with them again in eternity. I just cannot see that she is the only one in the Ward who has problems.

I am at a loss to know why he chose to say such cruel things instead of following the council of our Stake President and say the things he had been asked to say.

Church ended for me on a very low note devoid of the Spirit.

However! The evening brightened up considerably as I went to Chorley with the girls to a Young Women's Fireside. Wow! What a message with a punch. Standing steadfast an immovable, How often are those words spoken and how often are people so sure that of course they can do that no matter what? How often do people fall? It came as a bit of a shock to me to realise that it is more than 'quite often'. Our Stake apparently has a better than average track record for teenage pregnancies in unmarried mothers, 'only' 16 all the while President Beverley has been Stake President. Yes I have been one of those naive mothers who think it can never happen to my girls because they've been brought up in the Gospel.

I also had the naive idea that the Church's position regarding adoption was old fashioned and that a child belonged with the natural mother and she having made her bed should then lie in it and take the consequences, with the help of family around her. It wasn't until this fireside when it was shown how much better it is for the child to be adopted by an active temple worthy LDS couple and receive all the blessings of being sealed to an eternal family that I realised I'd been wrong. President Beverley gave an excellent presentation on the subject and pulled no punches. The ideal of course is to be steadfast and immovable when it comes to chastity and morality and not create that dilemma in the first place.

I came away from that fireside having felt the Spirit once more and uplifted again despite the serious and sombre content of a lot of the meeting.

President Gordon B. Hinckley R.I.P.

President Hinckley passed away almost a week ago and his funeral today was transmitted by satelite to our Stake Centre in Chorley. Geoff, Myrra and I went. Emma was otherwise in demand at one of Nikila's birthday parties. Skye also came with us.

We arrived early as I assumed that the place would be packed and it would be difficult to find seats together so it was quite a surprise to arrive on the almost deserted car park. We didn't immediately go into the chapel as it was obvious we would have more than enough choice of where to sit. We sat close to the front at the left and had an excellent view of the screen.

They showed the funeral cavalcade travelling to the Salt Lake Tabernacle through the snow covered streets. There was about the same level of snow fall as here so it almost felt like we were in the same place.

The service itself was a beautiful tribute to a great man who was so obviously loved by many. President Monson was obviously moved and it was clear how much he will miss his dear friend. Elder Packer spoke, as did others, of the great love President and Sister Hinckley had for each other and how much he had missed her these last few years. He referred to how she often quite literally had trouble keeping up with him and that reminded me of the day in Avenham Park back in 1987 when we had the Susquecentennial celebrations and he went marching off down to the river with Peter and I to take photographs, with Sister Hinckley trotting along behind calling out to him to slow down as she only had little legs!

As the coffin was leaving the Tabernacle and people stood in respect, including those of us in the Chorley chapel, I noticed people in the crowd waving white handkerchiefs and thought what an appropriate tribute that was as it reminded me of the Temple Dedication Ceremony and President Hinckley will be remembered as the Prophet who did most for temple building and ensuring that people had more opportunity of access to the House of the Lord.

The transmission followed the funeral cavalcade to the graveyard whilst also showing excerpts from President Hinckley's life which included a couple of clips from Avenham Park, I didn't notice myself though, which was probably not a bad thing. I did notice along the route that groups of people were also waving white handkerchiefs.

There was a short graveside dedication and a little talk by President Monson in which he said he thought we'd be interested to know that when President Hinckley had visited his beloved Lancashire he'd been given a box of Lancashire soil and that it had been placed in the grave so that he was not only buried on American soil but also on Lancashire soil. I thought that was lovely.

I had been determined that I wouldn't shed a tear - but it's a good job I took some tissues.

In sickness and in health

The past week or so seems to have been one continuous round of accident and illness. I have spent part of almost every day at the Accrington Pals Memorial Health Centre: nice new posh building, at least I'm becoming familiar with it!

It began on Wednesday, 23rd when Geoff complained that his knee was painful. As he sat watching TV, not particularly doing anything with his knee it gradually became more and more painful to the extent that when he tried to stand up to go into the dining room he was hobbling and limping. By the end of the evening he could put no weight on the leg at all and his knee looked rather red and swollen. He tried some massage cream, a heat lamp and a bandage before going to bed but nothing proved effective and by the time for bed he couldn't even lift his leg off the ground. Needless to say he couldn't go to work the following day. He couldn't even drive the car to get there let alone drive a coach once he had.

So we made the first trip to APMHC on the Thursday morning by taxi with his sliding himself horizontally onto the back seat because he couldn't even bend the leg. The doctor prescribed two lots of enormous tablets (poor Geoff hates taking tablets) and said if the swelling hadn't started to go down by the next day he would have to go back to have fluid drained off! It seemed to concern him that some infection could spread into the knee joint. Fortunately the swelling did start to go down and by Monday he was able to go back to work.

The second trip to the Health Centre was with Em and her back and shoulder on the Friday. She ended up with liquid medication because she can't take tablets at all.

On the Monday morning it was Myrra's turn. Her lower back had been plaguing her for a while but it began to trouble her more so before going to college she made a trip to the doctor and as she had never been to the new Health Centre before I accompanied her. She was given a course of tablets and off she toddled to college.

On Tuesday she developed a sore throat which had become so bad by the evening that she was unable to speak and didn't go to Youth which she'd been looking forward to as it was a 'New Beginnings' evening to welcome the new ones coming up from Primary to Young Women and as the Laurel's representative Myrra had written a little talk and made some hand outs. She scribbled the talk out on paper for someone else to read and Em took the hand outs to hand out.

By Wednesday morning Myrra's throat was so bad and her glands seemed swollen, no over the counter medication was helping so it was yet another trip to the Health Centre and a course of penicillin. The doctor isn't sure if it's tonsillitis or glandular fever. We're hoping the penicillin will fettle it.

So far I'm the only one who hasn't been struck down with something. It's like the seven plagues of Egypt around here!


Sunday at Church

The Relief Society lesson went really well.

I'd prepared a visual aid to illustrate the 'Good, Better, Best' idea with a jar half full of wheat (the good stuff) some ping pong balls to represent the better stuff and a plastic tennis ball to represent the best. The idea has been used in the past to illustrate that if you put all the small stuff in first as priority one it's hard to fit in the larger more important things represented by the ping pong balls. It can be done but it's a struggle.

I'd asked for volunteers - Janelle came out first and tried desperately to squeeze in the ping pong balls amongst the rice and just about succeeded. June was my second volunteer and I gave her the tennis ball and asked her to put that in as well. The ping pong balls were right at the top and almost out of the jar. She looked at me and "You're joking!" She did have a brave attempt but it just wasn't going to go in. The sisters were giggling and finding it all very amusing which I hope will mean that they'll remember the lesson because I told them that the tennis ball was the most important thing and that it mattered that we choose that first - the best.

I then tipped the wheat and ping pong balls out of the jar and put the tennis ball in - best stuff first. Then I dropped in the ping pong balls (the better than good things) around it. Angela then volunteered to pour in the wheat. Now she already has a reputation for spilling wheat when we made some hot wheater bottles years ago so she was determined not to spill any this time and spent most of the rest of the lesson trying to make sure every little grain went in that jar.

I was hoping that she would actually spill some and then I could tell them that it didn't matter if some of the good things got missed. It mattered more that we didn't miss better or best things by concentrating on the good. However, it didn't look like I was going to get chance to point that out as she was so determined to make up for past wheat loss and told the tale of her ill-fated hot wheater bottle which again brought waves of giggles. (We'd all sewn our bottle shapes out of pretty patterned material and my late husband was going round everyone with the correct measure of wheat for each 'bottle' and carefully pouring it in. When he got to Angela's a great deal of wheat ended up on the table and she was telling him to be more careful as he was missing the bag. He insisted he wasn't missing the bag as he was pouring it directly into the hole. Then she held the bag up and wheat came pouring out of the bottom - she hadn't sewn it up properly! We've laughed at the memory of that for years.) So this time Angela was determined that no wheat would be spilled.

As it happened, by doing so she proved an added insight into the subject because she was concentrating so much on getting every last grain of wheat into the jar that she hadn't a clue what happened in the rest of the lesson, which rather illustrated Elder Oaks' point that by making too much of a fuss over the good things we may end up overlooking the better things and miss out on the best things.

One of those days - or Wind in the Willows

My youngest daughter had a day off school today due to Teacher Training so we decided to have a Mummy/Daughter day. Unfortunately none of it went quite to plan.

We set off out quite early which was probably our biggest mistake but she wanted to see a doctor about the pain she's had in her back for the past few days and if you don't get down there by 8:30am you've lost all chance of seeing anyone.

We were first there and straight in and out - is nobody else ill at the moment? That meant that by 9am we were in town and raring to go - but where? Accrington was still asleep.

She fancied a look round Blackburn market and we thought perhaps we'd visit the cinema there so off we went.

It doesn't take very long to get to Blackburn so it was still mid morning by the time we'd looked around a few shops, she bought a scarf, and headed off towards the cinema to see what films were on and what time they were showing.

As we crossed the Boulevard it began to feel a little breezy. I looked over towards the cathedral and the sky was steel grey - looks like rain, I thought as we headed through the station and under the tracks to get to the cinema side.

As we emerged at the car park side where the cinema is the wind was howling and nearly blew us back down the steps again. We battled against it to reach the cinema/bowling alley entrance. Em said we could have done with a pair of those sticks skiers use to dig into the ground to stop us being blown backwards. I have never experienced such a strong wind. It was very difficult to remain upright.

Finally we reached the cinema, only to discover that the doors were locked and we couldn't get in to get any information about the films anyway, so back through the station we headed. "Let's avoid the steps" Em said, "In case get get blown down them!" Very wise, as we headed for the ramp we were blown down there so fiercely that we actually ended up running without intending to.

Thought we'd try the info machine outside the station, but it wasn't working so we had a go at the other one at the opposite end of the Boulevard bus station but that wasn't working either! Next idea was to head for the information centre to see if they could tell us what would be on at the cinema and when. The wind blew us in the right direction.

Alas, although they could give us the information it wasn't as promising as we had hoped. The only thing which was on in the afternoon, which wasn't rated 15 or above and therefore unsuitable for Em, was something she didn't fancy at all about battling aliens.

We did our own bit of battling through the wind again and got the bus back!


Meanwhile, back at the ranch, there has been a bit of DIY taking place. Geoff decided to find out what was wrong with one of the wall lights in the front room - result we need new wall lights. We had a look in Homebase and I spotted some I liked the look of. In fact I think I like them better than the ones we had before. They just need fixing up now.

I had another chance to look over the talk which is the subject matter for my Sunday Lesson, and tried to sort out some books upstairs. We seem to be overrun with books and the plan is to sort out the ones none of us need now and to take them to a charity shop. I'd got a large box to put them all in, but we ended up with just 3 so I transferred them to a small bag.

So, we never did get to the cinema but we might have another go tomorrow.

Another day - another duster

Out of the three tasks I set myself yesterday I didn't really acheive any!

I did do some of the washing and that is now dry but there is still a mountain of it upstairs.

I had a look at my lesson, remembered we'd had a talk in Sacrament meeting on the same topic from someone far better than I at putting these things across and wondered how on earth I am going to tackle the same subject and make it interesting again to people who only heard it two weeks previously by someone intelligent and interesting. The topic is a talk by Dallin H. Oaks entitled "Good, Better, Best". It's in the November 2007 Ensign so not only will they have heard Tim's talk on the talk, they may well have read the talk in the Ensign and even heard the talk itself in October Conference. For some people my lesson may be the fourth time they have experienced this. Oh boy, that fills me full of confidence!

What else didn't I do? I didn't make any progress with this flippin website thing. It's supposed to start off with an image of a barn and then the doors open to reveal all the website content. A bird should be flying nonchalantly across the sky. So far I've got a barn with the doors firmly shut and a bird which is dementedly flapping away as if it's life depended on it and getting precisely nowhere!

I did get the front room cleaned and shelves by my computer desk sorted out though so it's not as if I didn't achieve something.

So, what are the challenges for today? Well I go for my next lesson tonight so maybe I'll learn how to do something really basic and useful.

I need to pray for inspiration about the Relief Society lesson. Hopefully I can get a bit of a discussion going on the topic. It's actually one which is quite pertinent to me about not overloading yourself with good things to the detriment of the better things and not having time for the best things. When I first joined the Church I tried to do everything and just wore myself out. Now I'm a lot more selective and realise that it's impossible to do everything all the time without cracking up. I used to spend a lot of my time on genealogy but that was when I had easy access to facilities and a whole day a week when I had nothing else to do. Now I have other priorities and refuse to allow anyone to try to make me feel guilty for not spending as much time in the past.

Late Starter

Well, here we are more than halfway through January and I've only just started to write something.

As if that isn't bad enough - how long has it actually taken me to get around to creating a blog? How long have I had a computer? How long have I had internet access? How long have blog sites existed? How long is a piece of string?

Anyway I've finally got around to it. A while ago I managed to set up a blog for a pink furry rabbit so I figure it's about time I did one for myself. I find it easier to send emails and post messages on online forums than I do to pick up pen and paper and actually send letters to people so perhaps I'll find it easier to add to a blog than I do to write in a journal. I don't seem to remember having done that since last summer!

I did have a blog on the AccyWeb but when that went awol for a while I lost interest and haven't added to it since it came back. Hopefully I'll be adding a little more to this one each day.

Things to do today:-

1. I MUST have a look at the lesson I'm teaching in Relief Society on Sunday. I can't even remember what it's about! Now that IS bad. I should have it all prepared and ready by now. I am getting more and more disorganised.

2. I need to have a look at the Flash8 tutorials and have another play with the website I'm supposed to be creating before I go for my next lesson tomorrow. I seem to have forgotten more than I've learned.

3. Washing - there always seems to be washing to do!