My Favorite Day of the Week
Mondays - have always been my favorite day of the week. It is a re-freshing day. It is a day to start again at everything.
Mondays here in Oxford are a little bit different. From the moment I get up until I drop into bed in the evening, I am thinking, planning and executing THE MEAL. It is not difficult, and in fact I kind of enjoy it. The young people are amazing to help me, and they are doing it more these days. They come into the kitchen and chop vegetables and help cook. They are also good to help clean up.
It just takes so much of my focus. We do our shopping for the fresh food, we prepare dishes throughout the day (desserts and other things that can be made ahead), and just spend our time moving toward that evening meal.
Today I was almost lost, because that focus wasn't there. I didn't fix a meal. I didn't serve a meal.
I went to the wedding shower of our Institute teacher at the Bishop's home. All women in both of the Oxford wards, and especially all of the young single adults whom she teaches were invited. So I bought three packages of crackers today, and carried them over and that was the extent of my participation in any food for today.
It was a lovely shower. The women were all so cute and so happy to be there, and Mary couldn't have been more gracious and delightful as the guest of honor. She had requested no gifts except maybe funny kitchen gadgets, and she got a few of those and a few gift cards. She seemed to genuinely like the Jelly Bellies that I took.
I sat and talked to several of the young women. I love those girls!
At 8:40, the young sister missionaries got up to leave....so I got up and left to go with them. It was about a mile walk, and this is a safe town, but I was happy to have someone to walk with. Only the last 3 or 4 blocks were by myself. The darkest and most deserted stretch....but even that is very safe.
When I got home, SK was just finishing up his party. He had gotten four big pizzas and had shown the movie "The Fighting Preacher." It is a movie about a couple who were called to serve in the Palmyra New York area as missionaries over a 100 years ago. They served over 25 years, the longest mission in the history of the church. Most of what we would consider success happened in the final years of their mission. It's really a great movie.
SK was happy with his party....I was happy with mine. And neither of us cooked a thing! But even if we had spent the entire day cooking, it still would have been my favorite day of the week.
Mondays here in Oxford are a little bit different. From the moment I get up until I drop into bed in the evening, I am thinking, planning and executing THE MEAL. It is not difficult, and in fact I kind of enjoy it. The young people are amazing to help me, and they are doing it more these days. They come into the kitchen and chop vegetables and help cook. They are also good to help clean up.
It just takes so much of my focus. We do our shopping for the fresh food, we prepare dishes throughout the day (desserts and other things that can be made ahead), and just spend our time moving toward that evening meal.
Today I was almost lost, because that focus wasn't there. I didn't fix a meal. I didn't serve a meal.
I went to the wedding shower of our Institute teacher at the Bishop's home. All women in both of the Oxford wards, and especially all of the young single adults whom she teaches were invited. So I bought three packages of crackers today, and carried them over and that was the extent of my participation in any food for today.
It was a lovely shower. The women were all so cute and so happy to be there, and Mary couldn't have been more gracious and delightful as the guest of honor. She had requested no gifts except maybe funny kitchen gadgets, and she got a few of those and a few gift cards. She seemed to genuinely like the Jelly Bellies that I took.
I sat and talked to several of the young women. I love those girls!
At 8:40, the young sister missionaries got up to leave....so I got up and left to go with them. It was about a mile walk, and this is a safe town, but I was happy to have someone to walk with. Only the last 3 or 4 blocks were by myself. The darkest and most deserted stretch....but even that is very safe.
When I got home, SK was just finishing up his party. He had gotten four big pizzas and had shown the movie "The Fighting Preacher." It is a movie about a couple who were called to serve in the Palmyra New York area as missionaries over a 100 years ago. They served over 25 years, the longest mission in the history of the church. Most of what we would consider success happened in the final years of their mission. It's really a great movie.
SK was happy with his party....I was happy with mine. And neither of us cooked a thing! But even if we had spent the entire day cooking, it still would have been my favorite day of the week.
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