Posted by:
Breeze
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Date: October 04, 2015 07:15AM
Going on a morning hike. I don't care if it rains or snows, it is beautiful around here, and my dog doesn't seem to care about the weather, either. If it weren't for the dog, half the time I wouldn't go, so I'm glad she's here to motivate me.
I'm putting away my summer clothes, and bringing out the winter stuff, and giving a lot of it away, because I'm two sizes smaller. (I gave up sugar and potato chips for lent, last spring.) I don't like to sew, but need to hem, alter, and sew on buttons. I'll watch movies, while I'm doing it. Not Conference. I get a headache at the sound of it--the drone of the male voices, the language (Who the heck says, "brethren" anymore, and "--even...." Most of all, I hate the muddy, singing of the depressing MoTab choir. Sure, there are some good musicians in there, but too many older vibrato voices, and all they sing are Mormon funeral-durge-type hymns.
It's like rap, to me. The second I hear it, I turn it off, or leave.
I'm one of the few who does not dread Mondays. I like my job, and Monday I'll have clothes that fit, with buttons on them. I used to definitely dread Sunday, which was the worst day of the week. We have pizza on Sundays, in rebellion against all those arduous Sunday dinners that weren't appreciated.