This was the setting as I drove home Saturday from helping can Marion berry jam at the Sacramento cannery. The strains of Christmas music filled the car and the joy of service and the anticipation of a evening with my family filled my heart as the car wound its way along the back roads skirting the river. Enjoying great food, excellent company, exciting activities like condemned-building demolition, playing hide and go seek with young family members, and enjoying the First Presidency's Christmas Devotional filled Sunday with joy.
Had some of the very best days Saturday and Sunday and one of the very worst yesterday.
Considering that Nathan and I have been to two funerals in the past two weeks, my bad day seems very mild and full of blessings. Definitely tender mercies to appreciate including the capstone of the evening--our reaction to the fact that as Steve and I were moving my oak dresser back in place after having to move it from its spot on a toilet-water drenched floor, we tipped it over partially ripping the back side off, ripping the entire top off (who knew that such things could even happen), and dumping the entire contents of my drawer of treasures (including such gems as Steve's first driver's license, my post-robbery jewelry collection, precious expressions of love created by my children) onto the floor. We were both overcome with laughter and literally collapsed on the bed and on the floor laughing harder than I've laughed in a long time. It was so beautiful that we had the same reaction at the same time.
Other tender mercies of the day included: Nathan mentioning to Mrs. Best in the morning that his mother was subbing at Sci-Tech that afternoon so that she realized early that she had been completely flaked upon and could secure for herself another sub for that same afternoon; Mrs. Best being able to secure Ms. Smith, her former student teacher, who did not require detailed lesson plan to sub in her place; Mrs. Martin picking her ill child up from the middle school at the same time that I was dropping off Rachel's lunch thus enabling me to give my sincere apology notes to her to take to Mrs. Best and Mrs. Huston (the amazing school secretary who had to do lots of calling to correct my major mistake) thus saving me a trip; stumbling innocently into a very disconcerting experience with a teenager so that I could genuinely proclaim my innocence as the resulting damage ensued; passable results despite me distractedly dumping all of the chicken seasoning into the stuffing of my main dish for the RS Christmas Dinner; the RS not really needing the extra table decorated as I arrived 30 minutes late to host a table after securing needed extra stemware from a neighbor.
Thank goodness that no matter how bad a day is, it eventually ends and every day holds within it something to appreciate.
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