The day before Labor Day

Labor Day is coming up on Monday, so I'm going to remember what I can about the Sunday before.

2013.  I went to church early for bishopric meeting, and when Bishop came in, he said to me, "Hi Beardie." I told him that I had grown it in my field studies class, my one chance to grow a beard in a BYU class. He asked what the field studies were in, and I told him geology. We met in the Varsity Theater for church. I remember hearing Matt Markham saying his brother wanted to move into our ward. During priesthood meeting, I got up and urged everyone to get on our ward website so I could get their records. I told them to talk to me if they had questions (I think), and Bishop said they might not recognize me without my beard, and I said, "Yeah, the beard's coming off tomorrow." After the block of meetings, Brother Jensen said he was scared to do tithing with me because I looked scary. Then I came home and wrote up about Geology 210 and wrote on this blog.

2012. I think I got the member sheets that everyone had filled out, and after church I spent time in the clerk office, pulling in records. I think I might have split up the work with Cory Newton. Here is my journal entry for the day:
"It was a good Sunday. I finally got set apart. Then today I was able to input info from all the new member sheets and write both of my blogs. It helps that there's no school tomorrow."

2011. I wrote a weird blog, but I don't remember much about the day, really.

2009. In ward council in the morning, we reported about our visits of the week. When we talked about Bea Dorsett, I had written on the progress report, "If Negative Nancy and Daniel Downer had a baby, they would name her Bea Dorsett." Everyone thought that was really funny. Then I announced that transfers were occurring, and I said I was staying. They said that I sounded like I was Daniel Downer, and someone said, "Look where he's going," as I had written that Elder Warren was being transferred to Brewster, WA. Sister Presnell's convert mom came to church that day, and she was very gung ho. We were happy to have Heidi Wohlmacher, an investigator from Culdesac, ID, come. After gospel essentials, she said she was looking for a flock, and Sister Presnell's mom very strongly said, "This is the right one!" We hoped she wasn't overbearing. This is my journal entry for the day:
"We were pleased today that Heidi came to church. Shaun didn't, but he called later and said he had a stomach bug. [It is rare for investigators to actually call you when they miss church!]
"I wonder what my purpose is in dying here. I will see what it is, because I know there must be some reason."

2008. We were going down Baker Ave, which didn't have a bike lane and had lots of cars parked in the road, so we were riding on the sidewalk. There was a garbage can in the sidewalk, but there were cars in the road, and I thought I could make it between the can and the fence. But I hit the can and crashed. Some people driving by saw it and stopped to see if I was fine, which I was. But then my gears weren't working right (they only worked in 3rd gear), so we walked the rest of the day. I think this was the day when we were walking uphill on 9th Street when there was a cloudburst. I didn't have my umbrella, so I got rained on. I was annoyed that my planner got wet, because it meant I would need to go through most of a transfer with a warped planner. We went and had dinner with the Raabs, who had been to Utah and taken some of our stuff. Sister Raab asked if the five-year-old girl she had met was my sister. I said she was my niece, and she said that Allie seemed amazed that they had been in my presence. This might have been the time Brother Raab gave us apples, and Elder Duncan immediately began eating his, so I followed suit, and Brother Raab said, "You didn't need to eat them now." Sister Raab might have asked if my first name was Herman (Melville), and she said that would be a better name than Herman Munster. While we walked home for the evening, I might have sung the closing song from A Boy Named Charlie Brown, "Now the shadows of the morning have gone beyond the August afternoon," since it was the end of August. This might have been the time Elder Duncan said his high school had sung that song in their production of You're a Good Man Charlie Brown, even though it wasn't part of that musical. I told him it wasn't part of that musical, but he said they added it, but I'm skeptical. This is my journal entry:
"We dropped Jason. We were sick of him bailing on us. And the Gillespies bailed on us. I hope this doesn't become a regular thing.
"Today we were biking down Baker. I was biking on the sidewalk because there were parked cars and people in the road. I thought I'd be able to dodge a trash can, but I didn't and I crashed. Now my gears don't work properly. I hope they can fix the bike. When I crashed some people were driving by. They saw me and stopped and asked if I was OK, which I was."

2004. My mom said we weren't going to church that day, because it would probably be the last time we went camping with my Grandpa Boyd (and it was). I was wearing new pants, but I thought my mom would be mad that I was wearing new clothes camping. She said to me, "Those must be new pants," and I said, "How did you know?" She pointed out that I had left the tag on them, and I felt dumb. She wasn't mad, however.

2003. In the day, I remember reading scriptures, and my cousin Cannon came in and said, "Oh, you're reading scriptures." David was playing Sequence with Ya-ping and one of her friends, and he asked if I wanted to play. I said no, and he said that the Mormon rumor about face cards wasn't true. That wasn't really why I wasn't playing, but I ended up playing anyway. Later, I remember standing near the bridge at the Pistol Rock campground with Dave and Ya-ping, and Cannon's baby Lillian was very giggly.

1996. We were playing in the creek, and I was really excited that it was September. I remember picking a red leaf and putting it on my little boat. I hated the water skeeters that were in the water. Later, we walked up the creek, and I slipped and hurt my shin. I was an over-dramatic not-quite-eight-year-old, and I was crying. I suggested getting a rag wet in the stream to use as an ice pack. After I had recovered some, I remember telling my cousin Terrill that the creek was "gruesome." He said, "How is it gruesome?" and I explained my shin situation. (I had only recently heard the word gruesome from my dad. I asked him what he meant, and he defined it as "awful." So I tried to use it, not quite getting its sense.)