Saturday

We worked in the yard a bit today.

What you see there is one ambitious pruner. They say you can't kill an arborvitae, but Briton is going to try.

I also almost didn't go to the temple. A Spanish-speaking sister in the ward was going for the first time. Our RS President had asked anyone else in the presidency to come along and support this sister who would otherwise be alone. It came time for me to leave and I couldn't find my temple recommend. It's always with my temple bag. Except this time. I looked everywhere it could be, including Briton's suitcoat pockets. No recommend. I called the bishop. Twice. Busy. I decided to still go because, a) maybe my recommend had fallen out somehow last time I was at the temple and they had it in a Lost and Found, or b) the bishop's line wouldn't be busy once I got to the temple, or, c) I'd be sitting in the lobby, waiting for the Temple Recorder (or whoever) to come and talk to me and decide to casually put my hand in my skirt pocket and realize that the recommend was in there the whole time.

If you picked "c", then you're a really good test taker, 'cause I was trying to make the choices tricky. I'm happy I was able to go. Since the session was in Spanish, I got to read the closed caption (when I was awake).