We have 9 am church right now. I like early meetings because then we're done and we can relax the rest of the day; the down side is we have to be at church at 9 am. Most Sunday mornings I do okay with that, but today I just really didn't want to wake up. I struggled to get myself in a good mood for church because what's the point of sitting for 3 hours if I'm not feeling the Spirit and getting something out of it? Well, other than partaking of the sacrament of course. That's necessary and a good enough reason to go on its own. I just like coming home with renewed faith and enthusiasm to do good.
The Sacrament meeting talks made the whole block worthwhile. The talks were about forgiveness and mercy. Here's my favorite line, the one I'll be mulling over for a while: "We are commanded to forgive because we forget that we were commanded to love."
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Semi
We left Salt Lake at about 8 am and landed in Chicago at 11ish. Our flight from Chicago left at 6 pm Central time and arrived in Brussels about 11 am whatever-European time. From Brussels we had another several hours till Kigali and then, finally, Entebbe at about 10 pm. The good news for us is, we love to talk and can entertain ourselves for hours with convo and giggles. The bad news for everyone else on the plane is, we love to talk and can entertain ourselves for hours with convo and giggles. Well, too bad for them.
All of my closest friends make me laugh. And they seem to think I'm funny, too. I love that they think that, largely because I love being the center of attention. With Katie it goes a step further. She loves to be the center of attention as well and so our time together is often spent in humorous one-up-manship. One of us will make a random, mildly funny observation about whatever's at hand. The other will immediately play off that comment, expanding it in both scope and volume (anything's funnier when it's said louder, that's our policy). This continues until we're laughing so hard neither of us can breathe.
Once we've recovered ourselves, another phenomena occurs. We suddenly seem to take the subject seriously and discuss it again. That's how the "semi" conversation got started.
Katie was journaling on her iPad so I, hating to be ignored for 72 seconds, shared my feelings about the colon vs. the semicolon. The semicolon is my favorite grammatical critter; he has that cute little tail. His punctuation options are limited, though. He can't make a list of things like the colon can, and he doesn't have the versatile range of the comma. I wondered aloud why this is. Katie suggested that perhaps he's just not fully evolved. Primordial creatures coming out of the ooze had tails, and so did prehistoric man if the scientists are to be believed. So maybe there's hope for the semicolon.
Thinking about the semicolon led me to thoughts about other "semi' things. Semisweet chocolate-hmm, it's more bitter than sweet so I'd say the semi's pretty semi. Semitrucks-really? If anything qualifies as a truck I'd submit it's the semitruck. I love the prefix "semi"; it has a 'meh' quality to it that just makes me smile. It's so indecisive and leaves lots of room for personal interpretation.
All of my closest friends make me laugh. And they seem to think I'm funny, too. I love that they think that, largely because I love being the center of attention. With Katie it goes a step further. She loves to be the center of attention as well and so our time together is often spent in humorous one-up-manship. One of us will make a random, mildly funny observation about whatever's at hand. The other will immediately play off that comment, expanding it in both scope and volume (anything's funnier when it's said louder, that's our policy). This continues until we're laughing so hard neither of us can breathe.
Once we've recovered ourselves, another phenomena occurs. We suddenly seem to take the subject seriously and discuss it again. That's how the "semi" conversation got started.
Katie was journaling on her iPad so I, hating to be ignored for 72 seconds, shared my feelings about the colon vs. the semicolon. The semicolon is my favorite grammatical critter; he has that cute little tail. His punctuation options are limited, though. He can't make a list of things like the colon can, and he doesn't have the versatile range of the comma. I wondered aloud why this is. Katie suggested that perhaps he's just not fully evolved. Primordial creatures coming out of the ooze had tails, and so did prehistoric man if the scientists are to be believed. So maybe there's hope for the semicolon.
Thinking about the semicolon led me to thoughts about other "semi' things. Semisweet chocolate-hmm, it's more bitter than sweet so I'd say the semi's pretty semi. Semitrucks-really? If anything qualifies as a truck I'd submit it's the semitruck. I love the prefix "semi"; it has a 'meh' quality to it that just makes me smile. It's so indecisive and leaves lots of room for personal interpretation.
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