tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114749242012-02-16T11:09:00.556-08:00Life outside the boxKinseekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213173357384469532noreply@blogger.comBlogger1321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11474924.post-45255739501979310262012-02-03T22:22:00.000-08:002012-02-04T08:33:45.955-08:00

An odd word: Odd sounding, odd looking, odd spelling. Looking just at "wkw", it reminds me of a bird with outstretched wings: a chicken running noisily around, squawking about the lack of bird feed, or an on-coming fox. The word even sounds like something a bird would say. Thursday morning I was reminded of that strange word. We had a special project to do, and I'd been asked to bring a

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Chocolate mint. Her Fav. Not bad for my first attempt using a new process.

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As I was standing in the kitchen finishing the dishes just now, a thought came to mind. Perhaps it was that I was cleaning a paint scraper, getting ready to make a batch of fudge. Anyway for some reason my mind was taken on a trip back through time to a similar quiet summer Sunday afternoon about 26 years ago. That day, I was less efficient than today. I decided to take a quick nap after lunch,

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It's been a beautiful, crisp morning. As I was on my regular break, approaching the park at the edge of the Jordan River, I heard some strange bird calls. I noticed a large bird flying across the park from south to north, but the sounds didn't seem to be coming from it. I saw large clumps in a couple trees. I figured they were nesting remnants. When I walked across the entrance of the park, I

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Ever since I've been young, I can talk on the phone. No problem. Need to call a cab? Need to call the doctor? No problem. Call a possible cousin out of the blue to ask personal questions about their family? No problem. So what's my problem? I don't do small talk. This evening I told her I would tell her a story. Maybe a story about one of my gifts. Everybody has gifts. We'd just been

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The fireworks fired. The odd half-moon shone down like a large light bulb, then quickly hid behind misty clouds. Folks in the complex hollered. Some lady screamed a bit. My bemused thoughts considered the celebration of time passing: an arbitrary point that has been reset and recalibrated throughout recorded history; an excuse for a party; a time for loving kisses; a moment to consider the past

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It's only money. The words reverberate in my head as the repair shop technician lists the possibilities, the least of which is a 5-700 dollar fix, the most of which is replacing the engine or buying another means of transportation. Only Money! At best, the lubricant that smooths our interaction in a complex society. At worst, desire for more than enough is the root of ALL evil. All is pretty

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Stories from the life of Abraham, our father: Jasher 21:22-48 And in some time after, Abraham said to Sarah his wife, I will go and see my son Ishmael, for I have a desire to see him, for I have not seen him for a long time. And Abraham rode upon one of his camels to the wilderness to seek his son Ishmael, for he heard that he was dwelling in a tent in the wilderness with all belonging to him.

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For the past several months my daughter has worked on the tech crew for a production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. For some reason, the church-goers whom she works with are rather unfamiliar with the story of Joseph ben Israel. They regularly expressed surprise when she would tell them "more of the story". One co-worker, a student of history and member of the church my daughter

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As I was putting on my suit coat to leave for church this morning, loud, obnoxious crow calls joined the peaceful chirping of the small birds around the apartment complex.I bid her farewell (she was glad to see me go, too - I'd interrupted her genealogical train of thought...), walked down the stairs and onto the front walk. Two huge crows swept over my shoulder about 15 feet up. They flew ahead,

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As I neared the end of the Book of Mormon, I took things slower than normal this time. I usually zoom through Moroni's scrapbook, rushing through the officially recorded ordinances, the letters and his challenge, most often finishing the whole book in an hour or less, reading time.This time, I paused between chapters. Sometimes for a day or more before going on. I savored the change in tone

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We flew to Switzerland on July 4th. We saw fireworks over Boston far below as we started across the ocean.After a whirlwind meeting with the Mission President, we were put to bed. Upon awakening we were taken to the Haupt Bahnhof in Zurich. I'm sure there were showers and meals in there somewhere...Mind in the remains of a jet-lag induced fog, I was put on a train that would eventually take me

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More than a sum of my experiences, which include:SonBrotherFriendBoy ScoutDeaconReaderStudentTeacherPriestMusicianCashierDECA State WinnerHigh School graduateElderBowlerSwiss MissionaryProjectionistProfessional MusicianHusbandFatherFudge MakerUniversity GraduateFather againBusiness OwnerAssistant Scout MasterChamber of Commerce MemberBook SellerSubstitute TeacherFamily HistorianFinancial

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As we talked together this morning, enjoying lazy luxury (that got me to work 8 minutes late), I chose to relate a consideration that I'd had yesterday on the way home from work. In an attempt not to lay out all the tracks that train had driven on, I stated something like, "The denomination of the Christians who survive the coming calamities and destruction won't really matter."She questioned my

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In Alma the younger's extended discussion with his son Corianton, Alma defines the term restoration:the meaning of the word restoration, is to bring back again evil for evil, or carnal for carnal, or devilish for devilish; good for that which is good; righteous for that which is righteous; just for that which is just; merciful for that which is merciful;Therefore, my son, see that you are

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This time around I am reading a 1905 edition of the Book of Mormon printed in Chicago on the press of Henry C. Etten & Co. for the Northern States Mission.Since I just finished reading a facsimile of the 1830 edition, I didn't want to read that version again, even though I have a different version to go through: Joseph Begins His Work, vol 1. published by Wilford Wood. Wood's version should be a

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Early on in the history of the Church, it became custom to label the indigenous peoples of the American continents as Lamanites. After all, they were the remaining descendants of Lehi and his sons.We read that all of the Nephites were hunted and killed. That is Moroni's testimony at the end of the book. Nephi, near the beginning of the book has a powerful vision, in which he sees the destruction

Kinseekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213173357384469532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11474924.post-7577966621624960162010-02-06T23:50:00.000-08:002010-02-07T01:38:02.740-08:00

Too easily the layers of the day's activities stack on top of the layers of previous day's thoughts. Like stacking old overhead acetate sheets atop each other, a stack of about seven or so create an opaque barrier, so it is with my memories. By the end of a week, I can't remember what came the week before.For that reason I like to write things down. So I'll continue using this Internet medium

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I'd been going along at a steady pace, minding my own business.Many years ago I set myself a VERY informal goal: read the Book of Mormon "once a journal".That is, in the time it took me to fill a journal, I would read the Book of Mormon.It was a good plan, too. It worked out to about once or twice through the Book of Mormon during a year.Then we moved and I was no longer commuting on the bus, so

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Okay. They all say that I haven't posted in a while.It must be true.I had completely forgotten that I have a gmail account.Oh my.

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There are other possibilities as to the origins of the wise men who visited the Savior almost two millennia ago.It is a belief of mine, that the wise men of Matthew 2 were Nephite prophets.What! How can that be? Don't be silly! That's apostate! Not a chance.These are only a few of the reactions that my ponderings have been met with on those few instances when I've shared this thought with others.

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Thoughts all a jumbleI spoke without thinking againI sit up late at nightAloneShe's in the other roomTrying to be asleepIt's too easy to forgetHer wounds aren't healedMost timesShe puts on a good faceThings are okay'Til I yank the bandaid againThe triggers are never quite the sameOften media inspiredGood thing we don't watch too muchAnymoreShould watch lessToo much else to doThe pendulum

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They stopped me.On the Columbus street sidewalk just past the split with Main Street, I stood still.I was on my way home from cutting some more checks for the Bishop. The second time that week.I turned and looked to my right at the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers (DUP) building, thought a second, then walked up the stairs and in through the doors.I waited a moment for my turn to sign the guest

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Too long without organizing my thoughts.Too long without taking notes.Too long without adding a record.Too long without writing.The past few weeks I seem to have noticed fluctuations in the time stream. Heh.Average calls on one day take longer than average calls on another.Oh yeah. I'm taking calls now. Professionally.The thing is, my average talk time does fluctuate. Sure, there will be long

Kinseekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213173357384469532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11474924.post-61288249665656739352007-04-01T08:43:00.000-07:002007-04-01T08:59:58.958-07:00

It's been almost two months since I set up my new website: www.biographicalwiki.comIt's a place where anyone can publish a short biography about their deceased relatives for free. I even put a Google Ad on the pages of Biographical Wiki to see if we could make the site self sustaining. The jury's still out on that.The odd thing that we've be looking for is when the biographies will show up in

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The full moon was setting as we pulled into the parking lot of the Alta View Hospital Women's Center, clearly visible above the Oquirrh Mountians to the west, Monday, March 5, 2007.We had talked to our daughter on the cell phone as we drove down just after 7 am.She was completely effaced and dilated to 4 cm. She received her epidural about a half-hour earlier, so she was very relaxed when we got

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She turned 45 today.This morning I lay awake in the small hours, her warmth close-by. I pondered how best to communicate all that she means to me in my life. Thoughts and ideas flowed freely, filling my head.For the past 26 years I have shared her birthdays, the first as a glorified boyfriend, the next quarter century as a family member. We've spent more than half of our lives together, working

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She wouldn't leave me be.I was catching up on local obituaries yesterday, looking for people from my county of interest, or people who are related to me. I'd gotten behind and had to go through three weeks of online newspapers. Well, as I scanned the obits, I noticed her, Joyce Janeen. Her obit was in the paper for several days running, so I saw her a few times.She wouldn't leave me be.I noted

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A week ago Saturday my son asked if we could drive out to Nine Mile Canyon to look at the petroglyphs there. He arranged that my daughter would babysit his two boys while he, his wife, my wife and I took the little trip.Trip it was.We started at 2 pm; drove for 3 hours; entered the 40-mile-canyon and began to explore.The only other time I had been there was with my mother-in-law about 9 years ago

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Before thee, Lord, I bow my headAnd thank thee for what has been saidMy soul vibrates; my poor heart singsWhen thy sweet spirit strikes the strings.How sweet thy word I've heard this day!Be thou my guide, O Lord, I pray.May I in patience do my part.Seal thou the word upon my heart.Do thou, O Lord, anoint mine eyesThat I may see and win the prize.My heart is full; mine eyes are wet.Oh, help me,

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Lots of un-finished stories.Maybe they'll be told later.But for now, I've got a hole in my face.Not one of the normal ones: nose, mouth, ear holes.Nope.I let my wife do some voodoo on me.She did it on herself some time ago and I've watched the process with some interest.It started when she purchased an herbal brew over the internet. She'd read about it, wasn't too grossed out by the pictures on

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Yesterday I took a walk in the mountains. I climbed the hills north and east of our apartment, starting at 5:00 am. I wanted to check out how it would be to walk with a full 72 hour kit on my back. I also wanted to see how I would do.Well, it was a good test. I was able to carry the load. I learned, though, that it is much tougher to go down than it is to climb. Of course, I rested at the

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The other day I left my keys at work.There are several reasons for my forgetfulness, I suppose.The fact that I still haven't quite gotten over the idea that I no longer ride the bus, is one reason. Rarely did I ever carry any keys with me when I rode the bus. I became accustomed to the idea that I didn't have to carry keys. Keeping keys in the pocket of a suit is a great way to wear holes through

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We made it to the sea-side city of Long Beach with only a short detour through Watts this morning.The room we found to stay in tonight is only about twice as expensive as the one we stayed in yesterday. That's okay, though. We were happy to get off the marvelously intricate system of highways in this part of the country. Those roads and the lack of mountains to help keep me going in the right

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Monday morning I had an odd idea.We'd discussed driving to California for our 25th Anniversary. I thought, "What if we drive down, then get on a cruise ship?"She thought it was a great idea, too. 25th time's the charm. I finally got the anniversary thing done right.The internet is a fun place. I found a deal on a Carnival cruise from Long Beach. I learned later that we'd need birth certificates

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I was allowed to type-up her obituary.Petoskey News-Review, Thursday, 20 Apr 2006:Joanne Marie Heinz HowseOur beloved mother, wife, grandmother and great-grandmother, Joanne Marie Heinz Howse, peacefully passed away Monday afternoon, April 17, 2006, at Timpanogos Hospital in Orem, Utah. Death was caused by the effects of a stroke she suffered early last Thursday morning.Joanne was born Dec. 6,

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My mother-in-law suffered a massive stroke last Thursday morning.Blood enzyme levels indicate that she also had a heart-attack at the same time. Her diabetic sores have become infected and gangrene has begun to spread. In her situation, amputation is no longer an option.Her german roots include a tendency for stubborn persistence. She's waiting for her oldest daughter to get home.She has had a

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Last Monday the doctor removed Gideon's arm restraints and the brace over his lip.His next surgery is scheduled on July 11th, a day before his big brother's second birthday. They'll begin work on his soft palate, then. It'll be a three-day hospital stay. Before Recovering Released from his bonds At seven months, he is definitely my hero.

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Silas was at our house when I got home from work on Monday. His mother was experimenting with hair color, so we kept him out from under her feet for a while.When it got time for us to return him, we told him we had to go Bye-Bye.Silas stooped down by our small bookcase, picked-up the ceramic squirrel that lives there, and gave it a kiss.We got the squirrel several years ago when her grandmother

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With the sale of our home finalized, we have been able to stabilize our finances somewhat.That stabilization has opened new opportunities, as well.She had been limping along with an old iMac we purchased before the turn of the century. The old system hardly was able to display most internet information. She had to install Netscape and use two browsers just to navigate at times. The old machine

Kinseekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213173357384469532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11474924.post-1143475038988123052006-03-27T07:43:00.000-08:002006-03-27T07:57:19.006-08:00

Saturday I stood a reference counter shift at the Library.A lady approached me in the afternoon. She told me that she had been here at the library for the past 3 months. Saturday was her last day. She'd found a few things of note during her visit. She had wanted to find out more, but time had run out, she needed to get home.She told me that she had recently learned to ask people at the reference

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Yesterday she asked, "Do you love me?""Yup," I answered, no doubt in my mind."How come?"That's it! I knew that I hadn't stated her regular query properly in the last post.Her follow-up question always catches me flat-footed, emptying my brain of any rational thought. I have to stop and think, trying to put words to my most recent wave of feeling.You'd think I could plan ahead.Me, too.But in this

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She's asked me for years."Why do you love me?"I'm sure that some of my answers have become stale, but I always answered honestly, looking to see new ways that she has become important in my life.We broke up during the first week we dated, because I felt things were "too physical." She's the only girl I've kissed since I returned from my mission so long ago. Three weeks later we began dating again

Kinseekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213173357384469532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11474924.post-1142442527127819722006-03-15T09:03:00.000-08:002006-03-15T09:08:47.143-08:00

Of course, the day we came home dawned bright and warm, the shirt-sleeve weather we'd expected.Though we encountered some snow around Kanab, the trip home was pleasant.

Kinseekerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07213173357384469532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11474924.post-1142179922901693812006-03-12T08:09:00.000-08:002006-03-15T09:13:00.180-08:00

We thought that we'd take a trip to sunny Arizona.We were surprised.

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He always walks past me, going the other way: unkempt, dirty, bearded, matted hair, talking to himself.Two days ago I saw him again. He no longer had the remnants of his old coat with him. It had fallen apart over the past two years or so. Somehow, someone helped him get a new coat. Not that what he was wearing was new, by any means.I first noticed him about three and a half or four years ago. He

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I didn't get a chance to meet my newest niece.She arrived at 10:40 am yesterday. She left this morning at 5:30 am. My wife, daughter-in-law and grandkids went down yesterday to greet her. I'll get to see her picture in a while.Though I didn't buy her casket or funeral plot, I have anticipated her arrival.When my wife and daughter were discussing her imminent arrival last Wednesday, her spirit

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She told me what happened when Silas came over to our apartment the other night.After I unzipped his coat, Silas took it off and went into our bedroom. He stood in the center of the room for a short space of time, thinking. Suddenly, he turned and went to the closet. The door happened to be open, so he opened the tall jar of candy there and got himself a treat.Nothing spectacular. Most 19-

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This morning I had breakfast with Silas.Just him and me at the table together. I had a bowl of Cheerios. He made sure his was a mix of Apple Jacks and Cheerios.He carefully placed a Jack on his spoon, then lifted it to his mouth. When the Jack fell to his lap, I helped him retrieve it and put it on the table. He promptly decided that the middle-man wasn't needed and put the Jack directly into his

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We spent a lot of time and money rebuilding our 72-hour-kits this past weekend.The focus switched as we organized this time around. Funny, how your perspective will change when you have to re-do something.This time we purchased water filters. One for her and one for me.We also bought new backpacks and made sure they had pretty much the same stuff in them in case we get separated.Trying to prepare

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Once there was a little boy who thought he was twenty.He pretended that he was like big people around him. He listened to their words so that he could talk like them. He tried to think like them, but never quite got the hang of it.Eventually he became twenty, himself. He figured his grasp on life was pretty solid. Things fit comfortably into the box. But he still didn't quite think like everybody

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We stopped into a Vision Center last night to get my frames adjusted. The optometrist was working late, so I decided to get my eyes examined while I was there. It has been over 3 years since the last time I bought glasses and things are getting a bit fuzzy again.He gave me a thorough exam, dilation and all. He told me that the nerve in my left eye is larger than the nerve in my right eye. Because

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One last night and another this morning:We went to see how Steve Martin did in casting himself as Inspector Clouseau. I enjoyed it. She laughed a couple times. Normal, I guess. We didn't start learning until we returned to our vehicle.Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never go to the movies at the Gateway on a Friday night.Did I suggest that you should consider

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Last week I watched an odd DVD.It was a 4-hour-long presentation by Ian Xel Lungold. I watched it from 8 pm until midnight, so my cognitive skills might not have been clicking at their most effective rate. However, I think I learned some good stuff. So, I'll summarize here.Mr. Lungold taught of Conciousness and Calendars. His presentation revolved around learnings he's gleaned from the Mayan

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My boss retrieved a voice-mail yesterday, late in the afternoon.We were the only ones in the room. I heard the message because he was on speaker.When the caller mentioned a problem with the screens on the Patron Desktop, my ears perked up. That's my job. I got up and walked over to his cubby to hear some more.She said that it had come to her attention that we used the word "website" on the

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We first noticed it last Memorial Day.It is memorable because the day was extraordinary. It rained that day. Lots. Water came into the basement. My son and his family came over in the afternoon to help me pull up the carpet.After we had cleaned as much as possible in the basement, we were relaxing upstairs. I was playing music over my new computer speakers and we saw it.Silas started to

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The house selling experience has had its ups and downs.We're on the down-side right now.The last potential buyer let her children tell her the house was too far away from them. She cancelled the deal one week before closing.We've heard nothing from our realtor since she told us that the laws concerning earnest money in Utah favor the home buyer, not the seller. We won't be collecting any earnest

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The thought occured to me yesterday: my alarm clock is off.Since our move to the city, I've been walking to and from work. It has been healthier for me to walk the 3 blocks down the hill each morning and, more especially, up the hill each evening. The three flights of stairs at the top of the hill help my aerobic health as well.An extra result of my walks to work: no more public transportation.I

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Last week we received confirmation.Gideon cries like a kitten.Of course, we knew that from the first wonderful moment we saw him a little over 3 months ago.Still, now we know he suffers from cri du chat syndrome. He is missing part of his 5th chromosome.His large solemn eyes haven't changed a bit. His happy smiles still shine bright. His constant gaze at those I can't see still cause wonder.An

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Last week we began going through the laundry list of things the building inspector had noted about our house.I repaired the cracked PVC pipe under the kitchen sink and replaced the sprayer, too. I put new batteries in the smoke detectors, called the gas company and they tightened the connection behind the stove, repairing the "miniscule" leak they found in the coupling. Dad and I glazed several

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From A Bear Named Boy™You said your birthday is - / - / 1959which means you are 46 years old and about:42 years 3 months younger than Walter Cronkite, age 8937 years 7 months younger than Nancy Reagan, age 8434 years 8 months younger than George Herbert Bush, age 8127 years 5 months younger than Barbara Walters, age 7425 years 3 months younger than Larry King, age 7219 years 0 months younger than

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For a week I've been thinking about it.What makes up me?My economic identity is in jeopardy. No Question.I've done all that I can to forestall the firestorm: Fraud Alerts have been issued to the three majors; the police report has been filed; the forms canceling our passports have been submitted.Still, who am I?When somebody uses my birth certificate or Social Security card to establish a

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"If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?" ~ Albert Einstein

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Check out this report about Jeff 'Skunk' Baxter. Don't mind the commercial, the story is worth it.

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The first clue was the difficulty I had using my key in the driver's side door.The second clue was all the stuff sitting on the driver's seat: gloves, Brillo pad, sunglasses.I unlocked the passenger side, unlocked all the doors, moved the stuff from my seat with a curious non-thought and got on my way. I didn't think twice because I was late to be at the hospital when my 3-month-old grand son was

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A trip back in time, from my other journal, Sunday, 20 Sep 1987:The dance went well, but there was too much "intermission". After the Ball I took Chris C. home and we passed a yellow car going the other way. After I dropped Chris off, I was going around the Bluff Woods curve and saw the yellow car perpendicular to the road with its front end in the ditch. I asked if the girl needed help and got

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She called shortly after I posted the previous entry.Thank Heavens.The deer in this case is a sister-in-law who just learned some bad news:Yesterday we went to see a perinatologist because they were a little concerned about our baby being small. We had another ultrasound and the Dr said that there are several things wrong with Her. The Dr. thinks she probably has Trisomy 18, which is a

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Several years ago, back in west-central Illinois, we got into an argument. Eventually the argument ended. Apologies were voiced. Things were still a bit chilly between us, though.Life went on.We had to go to the next town to do some shopping. We packed the kids in the car. They could tell something was up, if not exactly what.The trip down the river road was quiet. Driving along, I said a silent

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If the topic is sensitive, keep your mouth shut longer.

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If you are not positive the spirit is prompting you to speak, keep your mouth shut.

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I have always appreciated Joseph Smith's ability to say the right thing, give the correct answer. My wife has the same gifted ability. I am beginning to see this as a gift of the spirit.Speaking and writing words that are inspired can elevate the mind and soul of the reader and listener.Speaking and writing words that are uninspired can do irreparable harm.My words, more often than not, are too

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It's her birthday, today.Still the same surprising girl I fell in love with 25 years ago, what a marvel that she's kept me around this whole time.Of course, things haven't always been all sweetness and light. That's why I'm so stunned that she still seems to love me.A dozen years ago we both were considering other possible marriage arrangements. We'd even mentioned the D word.As we took a walk

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Oh my.We've taken three loads to the new apartment. She packed the first two on Monday. I packed the third one yesterday.It is four flights up to our third floor apartment.Carrying two 24-pound buckets of powdered milk Monday was do-able. Carrying two buckets of sugar yesterday did me in. We've got 600 pounds of wheat to move up as well as stacks of canned goods.Not to mention books.The furniture

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A week later they're beginning to heal.We found a home for Batman. In the effort to relocate, finding a home for our two-year-old cat was a big concern. We didn't want to take him to the pound, that's just a delayed death sentence.The spirit whispered to try the Harding's. After calling a couple other folks first, I followed the prompting and called the Hardings. Did they want our cat? Neutered,

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Yesterday I had a wonderful experience. I watched a documentary.A documentary?Yup. POWERFUL!New York Doll.The story of a guy's life. Arthur 'Killer' Kane.Member of a Rock Band in the early 70's called the New York Dolls, he hit rock bottom after the band broke up in 1975. The movie documents the influence the band had and how the band got together for a reunion concert at London's Royal Albert

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The site got going again.'Nuff said.

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I am motivated by numbers.Apparently.Years ago I began posting obituary notices on the GenWeb site for a county where I have roots.As time rolled by, economics of the internet interfered with my obituary posting routine. Rich websites consumed profitable websites and all sites morphed. The spot for my obituaries turned into a message board for folks to post queries about their ancestors.Well, my

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Our new grandson, Gideon, was born on 7 Sep 2005 (I had to remember that before the nurse would leave me alone in the room with him last week, but that's a topic for another post...).His birth has changed our family. Of course, the ripples shouldn't affect his grandparents quite as much as his immediate family.Because Gid was born with a cleft lip and palate, he needs special attention. I've

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The Library reorganization is taking place. One side benefit of this reoganization is that I finally became a permanent employee again.Two years ago I came over here for a four-month, temporary assignment. As time passed and the assignment grew, my permanent job slot in the Engineering Division was sucked into the "Strategic Reserve".I became temporary.No change in pay scale. No change in

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All I know is: if I get into an argument with her, I've lost.

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Fighting a summer cold. It's been a few years since I've gone through this experience. Funny how easy it is to forget how poorly you feel. I'm thankful for the reminder. Hopefully it'll be another many years before I need another refresher course in this area.Her youngest brother was married last Friday. What a strange, marvelous experience. The Spirit was abundantly manifest as the Bishop

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He got on the bus this morning and promptly sat down next to a lady. She's been riding for the past few weeks. Him, I've seen around for a couple years. They spoke together for the entire bus ride. At least, they spoke together the entire time I was awake.This is the way it has proceeded in the past:He will engage in conversation with his seat mate for a while, several days, anyway.He will begin

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Tuesday I found a website listing the descendants of a Danish ancestor. His descendants are all kin of mine. Of particular interest were those people who connect into my ancestral surname project, which is to identify all of the children of the children of the children of the children of Joseph and Cornelia.The website included records of family members I had never seen before, providing

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A year ago, early this morning, he came into our lives.For a time he lived at our house and has visited regularly since his folks moved out.He has reminded me:The veil is thin if you know where to lookThat I still know how to take care of a baby, soloDirty diapers can be sweetLearning is painful but memories of pain fade quicklyHow fun water can beWe're here to learn how to live in a bodySmiles

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The lure of a Michigan reunion enticed most of her family away for 2 weeks, including her dad and mom. Arrangements to hire a young lady to run their candy shoppe fell through, so my wife was called on to keep the enterprise running while her family is away.Last week I took a day off in order to replenish the supply of fresh fudge. I was confident that the candy store experience I had, almost two

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The call came Sunday afternoon."Are you related to Isabella P.?" the voice on the other end queried."Yes," my hesitant reply."If you are, then we are cousins, and I have a photograph you might want a copy of..."Brother C. was recently called to the High Council and had been given the Temple & Family History assignment. I figured he'd been looking into his roots, but never expected this phone

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Saturday morning I turned on the computer and got into some serious data entry. Going through data files I'd copied from Fillmore and weaving the records I found into my database. It was a fun run. It continued past lunch time on Saturday and I was able to get back to it Sunday evening after I set up appointments for the Brethren.As the evening wound down and my thinking got slower in

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This morning it happened again.When I awoke from a night of troubled sleep, my body was vibrating with fatigue. It's the same type of vibration you feel after a 12-hour drive. Bone-deep weariness.The Bubs and his parents picked me up after work yesterday and took me home. Turns out they are staying the night at our house.Her sister's family stopped in town yesterday on their family vacation. We

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Over a week ago I began to create a version of the post before last. I had it 3/4 complete when the auto-shutdown procedure in the library kicked in. I didn't have the foresight to hit the "publish post" button before the computer shut down. I guess I didn't want to post an incomplete thought.As a result, my post was over week late, and stale to boot.The past two weeks have signaled a percieved

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Time, Time, Why rushest thou by?Thou speedest on and on;And as I stand here,My outstretched arms would grasp and hold thee close.Each moment Thou stealest from meIs more precious that the last.Each one is touched with sorrow, pain, joy, or gladness--Tinted by my own actions, my life.Therefore, these moments are mine!How canst Thou steal them from me? Thief!And as I ponder o'er my grief,The

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A while ago I had opportunity to have some good one-on-one time with the bub. His mom went in to early labor again after one visit to the hospital. My wife and daughter had to attend a wedding reception and my son had to take his wife to the hospital for attention.That left me.I haven't soloed with an infant for quite a while.Bad diaper rash complicated the issue, too.The student ward held a

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It started Tuesday night.She is more of a night person than I am. Normally, I have to be on the bus by 6:30 am, so I am in bed before 11:00 pm. When I go to bed, she continues her internet discussions and joins me later.Tuesday night I rolled toward her and she pushed me away with a verbal "Don't Touch!" message. Hmmm. She had a bad night. Nothing could touch her feet. Not me, not the blankets,

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Last week we decided that we needed a dehumidifier in order to help get the moisture out of the air and our books that we'd stored in the basement.She checked on the machines available at the local Wal-Mart. She felt they were over-priced and non-name brand and the boxes appeared to have been opened previously. She looked on the net and found that Home Depot carried dehumidifiers. So we planned

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How my beliefs stack up to other religions:1. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (100%)2. Jehovah's Witness (100%)3. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (84%)4. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (83%)5. Bahá'í Faith (81%)6. Eastern Orthodox (71%)7. Roman Catholic (71%)8. Orthodox Judaism (66%)9. Orthodox Quaker (64%)10.Liberal Quakers (57%)11. Seventh Day

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Bought a shop vac today. 6.5 hp, 18 gallon capacity. It really sucks!This morning we awoke to rain, thunder and lightning. It continued for hours. I thanked the Lord for the marvelous experience as I shoveled hail and bailed gallons of water away from the house. It was cold, cleaning out the gutters.I exulted, shouting, "Let 'er rip!"The Lord has used water to cleanse the earth before. The final

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According to the test she invited me to take:20 Questions to a Better PersonalityWackiness: 56/100Rationality: 68/100Constructiveness: 72/100Leadership: 48/100You are a WRCF--Wacky Rational Constructive Follower. This makes you a Paul Begala.You are unflappable and largely unconcerned with others' reactions to you. You were not particularly interested in the results of this test, and probably

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Yesterday I went in for a "procedure". Strictly diagnostic, and, happy to say, yielded a clean slate. No worries.The odd part of the experience came a little later. My wife told me that after the nurse had walked me out to the waiting area, she joined me and we went into an office where the doctor gave me a clean bill of health.Well, I remember falling asleep, waking in the recovery room,

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The past couple years have seen a transformation in electronic data storage practices.For over a decade I carried my data around on diskettes. Then I got zip disks and eventually a CD burner.Recently I heard a missionary in the Library talking about his thumb drive. Missionaries are somehow always at the front edge of technological change. Figure that out.Anyway, the portable USB drives arrived.

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I had a great idea.Last year I bought a refurbished laptop. Sometime (I'd have to consult my journal) in the intervening time, my Dad gave me his old desktop machine. Since the desktop had a larger hard drive, I began using that one at home.Meanwhile, I had my 256 mb thumb drive to keep my current documents and I was given a 40 gig pocket drive to use at work. The pocket drive has everything on

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It came to mind yesterday as I stood on the floor waiting for a computer test to run. We were trying to determine if the network is setup to allow remote wake-up calls to turn on the patron computers.As I waited for the unsuccessful test to run, I watched a patron. He had his red plastic box of diskettes open on the desk next to his computer. As I watched, I felt the urge to smile at his reminder

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