It is a gorgeous Easter day in Salt Lake City: blue sky, warm temperatures, pansies and daffodils sprouting everywhere. I turned on the radio from our beddy and we listened to choral music on our favorite classical station and touched toesies under the bed covers.
We went to church where the first hour was about using lds.org and how to teach like Jesus (we tell "stories.") Why don't we all stay home and read lds. org posts and text in our testimonies? When they divided us into groups, I left to blow my nose and never came back.
Okay, I have a head cold now. The grundge just keeps on giving. This is week three.
I sat in the car and listened to "The Spoken Word," about straightening out bent nails, which then are stronger than new nails. (You can change yourself into a better and stronger self, if you're diligent and faithful). Where do they come up with these metaphors?
My reward was the Tab Choir singing the "Hallelujah Chorus," I sang along, the tenor part, which is the way I learned it in high school A capella. If I could have replayed it, I would have.
Tom wandered out of church after awhile and said, "We need an ice cream cone." Spot on.
We drove up Emigration Canyon and considered how two nasty people like us could have grown up in the same neighborhood.
Just lucky, I guess.