WEEKEND OF THE ARTS

Last night we had dinner in a French bistro--one of the best meals I've had in this area.  Brooke had tickets for TAMING OF THE SHREW.  Imagine our surprise when Petruchio blew into Padua on a Harley, and Bianca's successful suitor, Lucentio, was a woman.  As I think about it, I don't think the Bard would have found much objection to the production, bawdy as he most likely was.

This morning Sister Thompson and I hit the Expo Center for the quilt and sewing exhibition.  It was great; I wish we'd had more time to spend.  But we were meeting the Cherringtons and the Downses for another theater production:  this one CHILDREN OF EDEN.  We received a flyer and special discount coupon at the office, probably because of our church listing.  It was regional theater with a cast of 90+, including small children.  But the leads were amazing, and I enjoyed it more than I did Shakespeare.  Great day.

Tomorrow Dallin Oakes speaks at stake conference; then there's an interfaith Easter concert at Folsom High.

TOP OF THE MORNIN', DAFFODILS, & DANDELIONS

Went to Daffodil Hill yesterday with Brooke.  It was the first day they were open, and fewer than 50 percent of the flowers were in bloom, but rain is expected next week, and some years the rain has proved disastrous.   It's a pretty place, a working farm the rest of the year, but open to the public during daffodil days.  I'm sure when the whole hillside is in bloom, it's quite spectacular.  As it was, it was a pretty day and a pretty drive.

On the way back we noticed a sign in the town of Jackson for Dandelion Days.  Wondering what one could possibly celebrate about a weed, we stopped to see.  It was a fairly tacky street fair with no dandelion motif in sight.  No T-shirts, no posters, no dandelion wine.  The sign advertising it sported a leprechaun and a shamrock.  When we asked the locals, they said that it had always been Dandelion Days and they never remembered seeing even a picture of a dandelion.  Go figure.

In the mission, President Lewis went tracting with some of the elders last Thursday.  This isn't unusual, he does it every chance he gets.  But these were biking elders, and he asked them to borrow a bike for him to ride.  I'm sure they learned a lot from teaching with him.  For his part, he learned how to activate the gates of gated communities by laying the bike down flat in front of the gate to replicate the metal dimensions of a car. He suspected the elders of trying to wear him out by biking the entire distance of their area, but he's a runner, and he kept pace easily.  I love the visual of the three of them on their bikes in suits and helmets...

The farewell dinners have begun.  On Thursday, Sister Morgan took us to Golden Corral, where she takes the missionaries every transfer day.  She's the 88-year-old who help me organize the Christmas mail in December.  She went skydiving on her 85th birthday and plans to return for her 90th.  Last night President and Sister Lewis took me to dinner at a nice seafood restaurant.  Today a couple in the Ward has invited us for corned beef and cabbage.

I will miss some of the wonderful people here.  Fortunately, many of them have family ties in Utah and have promised to visit.

SUMMERTIME NOW

Today's temps are in the 80's.  The convertibles all have their tops down (sigh).  But the flip side is that the AC has been turned on--in the office, the library, retail stores, etc.  Gimme a break.

Today was the longest day of the whole mission, and crushingly boring. I would love to work hard until the end, but I don't have enough work to do all the time.  Today was one of those days.  It doesn't help that the elders hangin' around the office aren't as much fun as in times past.  The two office elders are sweet and helpful, but they're computer nerds, which I say with all the love in my heart.  Even the new AP is pretty serious and strait-laced.  I miss "No Bones" Henderson and Elder "I didn't meant to run over your leg" Walker.

Last night's RS birthday celebration featured a swap meet.  There was some high-end stuff there, including an American Girl doll.  (Sorry, granddaughters, but another grandma elbowed me out of the way.  I had my badge on, after all, and couldn't be too competitive.)  It was a good chance for me to unload some stuff that I don't want to bring home:  books I've read and quilt projects I brought but haven't got around to quilting.  But guess what I came home with?  Quilting books.

Remember I told you, Ben, that when the city dismantles my mailbox, I want a new one and not the old one replanted.  I saw a cute one the other day that I think we should do.  Go ahead and get started on it, if you want to, but don't use my cruiser....

We're already seeing some effects of having younger missionaries in the field.  One young elder was handed the keys to a new car when he arrived a few weeks ago.  He's had two accidents in 11 days.  In his defense, he stated at the outset that he really didn't want to drive.  Now he doesn't have to.  

Nothing else to share.  As I said, a boring week.  

SPRINGTIME IN THE SIERRAS

The trees are in full bloom, and my eyes are chronically red and itchy.  But here's a thing:  among all the flowering pear and tulip trees there are bushes and shrubs that have been green all winter and are now turning red and autumn-y.

The frogs in the creek at my complex are noisily back.  I'm sorry Riley missed them when he was here.  Judging by the sounds, there are some big ones in there.  (And no, I'm not bringing one home with me.)

I just recorded the baptism of an 86-year-old woman, twice widowed, mother of 5.  My favorite story from last month was of the husband, married to a lifelong member, who invited his wife out to dinner for Valentine's Day, then drove her to the church, where he had arranged to be baptized...unknown to her.

Next month we'll be getting four sisters designated as WAS, Women's Auxiliary Support, missionaries.  This is new.  They'll be assigned to stakes within the mission, as needed, to do whatever is needed.  I predict that they'll be a little lost at first, having to design their own job descriptions.  But I'm hoping that at least one of them likes office work, since my replacement is home in Arizona having back surgery.

On my latest trip to the airport to deliver a departing sister missionary, I noticed that, in addition to the big red rabbit in Terminal B, there are also birdcages hanging from the ceiling.  They make more sense to me than the rabbit, since I've yet to see a rabbit of any color here, never mind red.