My word, what weather! It rained most of the day yesterday and got up to forty degrees here in Michigan, but in Fayetteville, the family was still fighting ice and snow and semi-blizzard-like conditions. Poor Heather probably is still suffering from that trip home. Her bus broke down on the way from Little Rock to Fayetteville, so Stephen had to get back into the car at 3:45 a.m. to fetch her. News is showing photos from car slide-offs in the area, so I'm grateful that they all eventually got home okay. They still had to fetch their Honda from the airport parking lot.
Today's video is one that my son did not know I shot, so he would be seriously unhappy about it. He kept fussing at me for staring at him and reminded me that he's paranoid about such things. I kept telling him that since I get to see him only once a year, I needed to memorize his face so I could think about him and see him in my memory. Now I can look at my little video, and he can't object. He really is such a beautiful person, and maybe one day he'll find his niche in life. Right now he knows he needs to move out of Stephen and Heather's little apartment so they can get their life together back the way they want it. I know they'd like to have a baby, but who knows whether that will ever happen.
I allowed my usual family-induced guilt to work on me and ordered a jewelry case for Amber. Oh, well. I might as well do what little I can for her. Who cares if she is convinced that I'm going to hell. She already lives in hell, each and every day, and in comparison, I live in heaven.
Sally did say that Sheila's marriage plans have been delayed until February. Once again, it's not like I'll get a wedding invitation. Sigh. I need to take the advice I gave one of my students, whose family treats her horribly. Being born into a family is a matter of chance. Fortunately, we can pick our friends. And on that note, I'll add just one more thing, which is how sad I feel because my beloved friend Ellie has just had to bury her dog Pete, who died during the night between Christmas Eve and Christmas. Pete will be an adorable doggie angel. As I told Ellie, I'm not sure about whether people go to heaven, but I am quite sure that dogs and cats do.
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Please don't be upset that I found your blog and started reading it. Like Amber I once was sucked into the idea that if I didn't talk to everyone about Jesus, they would go to hell. I had a religion based on fear. What I love now about Mormonism is that we know that works DO count for something, and that everyone has a chance to go to heaven. After all, the Lord wants us all there so much that he will make a way for all those who are deceived even after their death. Even those poor followers of Charles Manson have a hope...and the mentally incapacitated...and the little children. The last shall be first, and the first shall be last. Still I think that following the commandments of Jesus sure makes this life more rewarding, and I'm glad to see you're doing that.
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