What I did today...

I felt like writing a blog tonight. I wrote a blog yesterday. I decided it would be okay to write two days in a row. So here is what I did today.

This morning I woke up at approximately 5:30am. I quickly got in the shower, because if I hadn't I would have fallen back asleep. By 6:30 I was ready to go to the Temple. I started out as a Temple worker about two months ago. I had been planning to take my new slightly-used beach chair with me, not into the Temple but into my car, to be used after said Temple shift. However, I didn't have time to gather all my post-Temple-attendance beach things, so I simply left on time and decided if I really wanted to go I could do so later on in the day.

My Temple shift was amazing, as always. I love the sisters that I work with. Since I joined the spanish speaking shift I am always surrounded by the sweetest ladies that all remind me of my mission. I felt like a new greenie again the first few weeks, and had a little trouble convincing some of the sisters that, indeed, I do actually speak spanish. I don't think I was ever really appropriately grateful for the forced memorization that I went through on my mission (this was pre-preach my gospel) until now. There is a lot of memorization that goes with being a temple worker, and being able to memorize everything is really very helpful. I realized today that I should probably be working on memorizing the English as well...

I left the Temple and realized that it was, surprisingly, approximately 94 degrees outside. I grabbed a sandwich at Subway and came home with plans to grab my beach things and head out. I ate my sandwich while watching a little TV. LOTR was on TNT, so that amused me for a little while, but it's not as satisfying watching it on TV, because you already know it is five million years long, and when they add commercials, it's just a little disheartening. So I went into my room and looked at my little pile of beach things. Here's the rub: my brother had just mowed the lawn this morning, and the only thing that could possibly tempt me not to go to the beach in 90 degree weather (and try to fight off all the other beach bums for a parking spot, I might add) is the smell of fresh cut grass, a nice breeze, and the shade of our front yard tree. So I dragged my little beach chair out under the tree, grabbed my copy of Pride and Prejudice, a pencil, my pillow and a bottle of water, and sat in the front yard, blissfully running my feet through the grass while I underlined important passages from Vol. II Ch. 1-9 of P&P (I'm writing study questions for my Mom's English students).

After a while, my other brother came home from work, and we eventually set off to pick up our grandpa and take him to dinner. Someone in our family always takes him out to dinner on Saturdays, and Mike and I were the only ones free today (we try to go all together whenever we can). We went to Johnny R's, a mom-and-pop type restaurant that is a little shabby, but we get the best service in the world there. I think we started going there when I was about 15 or so. It had become grandpa's favorite new hang-out, so we've known the owners and one of the waitresses there for years now. Grandpa doesn't even have to really order. Ada just brings him what she knows he likes--and he's totally spoiled; she even cuts his chicken up for him before she brings him his plate.

After we dropped grandpa off at his place, Mike and I headed back home. He had to leave to go to correlation meeting with the Elders, so I was home alone. Left to my own devices, I ended up watching Lost episodes on the Lappy and moving my furniture yet again. It's not just that I do this when I'm bored. It really is a very effective way to clean your room. At least, it will be when I finish going through the pile now lining my closet. I also scratched the wall with my desk as I was moving it. I don't feel too bad, because I was the one that painted this room, so I know where to find the touch up paint. Still though...I should really be more careful.

Now it's 12:27am or so, I have classical music playing, and I'm wondering what I am going to do with my Sunday morning now that I don't have meetings at 10am anymore. I recently got released as the co-chair of the missionary council, and called as a Relief Society teacher. I was a little sad to find out that I won't be able to teach until the last week in May. So, for the first time in what seems like years, I have my Sunday mornings free. Maybe I'll start reading one of the new books I got last week at the Deseret Book sale. That sounds like a good plan.