A couple weeks ago on Sunday I had Father’s Day dinner at Mary’s folks’ place. Probably came across as pretty quiet and reserved, which I tend to do when I haven’t yet figured out how to fit in the social dynamics of a group. Maybe in time I’ll let my witty side shine a bit more.
Monday was “small groups FHE” where the ward splits into two groups for games / activities / whatnot. I got to host a group at my place, and there ended up being enough people for three games to be going at once.
After FHE I gave Mary a quick-n-dirty introduction to programming, and she seemed to enjoy it. We (well, I) coded up a simple guess-my-number-between-1-and-100 game.
Tuesday I went with my work team to a little outing at a bowling alley / arcade. My back was still feeling a little twinged from some yard work the week before, so I gave the bowling a pass but got to spend a few rounds in this amazing 180-degree flight simulator.
Wednesday was a ward temple night. Did baptisms, as I’ve got a family name who hasn’t had any work done.
Friday Mary and I got invited to a dinner. There’s this woman in our stake boundaries who tends to invite a rotating array of people to weekly dinners, and we’d been invited by a friend in the ward.
Lots of returned missionaries, people we didn’t know at all, but it was good fun.
Didn’t do a single productive thing on Saturday, which was glorious.
On Sunday I taught a lesson on Naomi, Ruth, and Hannah, from the Old Testament. It was one of my really good lessons too. I’d been able to find heaps of neat little factoids about the Hebrew language and customs surrounding these women’s stories. Fearing the worst, I’d prepped another Living Scriptures episode, but turns out I didn’t need it, and in fact had to rush through Hanna’s story. Which was all well and good, Ruth’s was the more interesting one. And in fact the Living Scriptures episode on Ruth changes quite a bit of the story, westernizes it. I guess the writers didn’t think it was a good idea to teach kids that it’s appropriate to go proposition someone by sneaking into their room at night, taking off their shoes, and curling up and falling asleep, then spending the night after proposing that they do their duty and marry you since you’re a widow and they’re next-of-kin. *shrug*
That evening I went to a friend’s place for one-and-a-half rounds of the Harry Potter card game we’ve been trying to beat for some time. We’re on the ropes; after breezing through years five and six, half of us have been stunned twice in year seven. Crossing our fingers, but we may die here at the finish line.
After we had to disband I headed over to Mary’s place where a large group had gathered to watch Amazing Grace, an awesome film about abolition in Europe.
The next day was FHE at a bishopric member’s place, lawn games and s’mores. (These pics don’t do the event justice, there were a lot more there and it was a blast.)
Tuesday I participated in a work-sponsored volunteer project to help out at a cat rescue shelter. We cleaned cages, spiffed up storage units, and showed the kitties some love.
In general I’m playing it safe with my back. Missing out on a bike ride with Mary and some of our mutual wardie friends, don’t want to risk anything making me infirm for the Colorado trip.