No Church of The Backyard Garden for me today, I'm working. Its day 6 and I am ready for a day off! I'm off Monday and Tuesday.
Tuesday I have a doctor's appointment with a specialist to find out what kind of surgery I need. Getting older sucks. Muscles don't work like they used to!
Well after getting up and enjoying my toast and coffee and playing my game for a little bit, I ended up changing my plans for the day and went to Lowe's Home Improvement with my parents and helped picked out some plants for the front of the house. I picked out a red rose bush and a decent size pot of lavender. Mom got a couple of blueberry bushes, a tomato plant, a sad looking daisy we are hoping to bring back to life, a couple of irises and some potting soil. So now that I am back home, my plans are back on with doing my family history research and playing my game.
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Made Pillsbury Cinna minis for breakfast with two cups of coffee. Writing poetry for my blog. Taking a photo of me in the shower later. I don't know what else, just taking it easy.
Relaxing after drinking coffee on this Beltane. The nice thing is that Sundays are no longer the worst day of the week, because I can do whatever I damn well feel like.
I'm dog sitting a Boston terrier. He's a good looking little dog, but very demanding. He wants constant attention and will climb right up on you if you're sitting down. At least he doesn't bark much. He likes to sit on high places like a cat. In fact, he hates all other dogs and will fight them until blood is drawn, usually his own. He trembles like a chihuahua in eighty degree heat. His life expectancy in the wild would be measured in hours.
I've been researching family history today in preparation of joining the D.A.R. aka Daughters of the American Revolution.
To get to the ancestors who fought in that war I have to go through the Mormon lineage to prove my ancestral claim. In so doing I came across newfound family history some distant cousin has placed on the genealogy site where it's accessible.
I learned today another of my ancestors through a different branch besides the first one I learned of in 2014 was *another* bodyguard to Joseph Smith. He actually went to the jailhouse but wasn't able to stop Joseph or Hyrum from being murdered. He was able to get another brother of Joseph away to safety so he wasn't murdered too.
Then one of my great great grandmothers washed Joseph's bloody clothing after his murder. I hadn't known this before today. I don't know why it bothers me, but it saddens me that they were subjected to so much persecution and duress after joining his church when they did. It cost them everything they owned and then some as they moved from one location to another to escape their persecutors.
I wonder if it occurred to them at anytime of his duplicity? Their posterity for generations would remain for the most part faithful LDS. Strange how sincere these good people were, and otherwise very intelligent but for being taken in by a false prophet.
It was neat finally finding the ancestor who was a spy under General Sherman! He didn't join the LDS church until much later, after he met and married my great grandmother. By then he'd already fought in the Civil War, and would pass messages between General Sherman and General Grant. He was a scout (spy) under the direction of a Gen. Pinkerton. His unit may have been a precursor to the intelligence agencies we have today. After the Civil War he went with Gen. Sherman to Wyoming to help settle some Indian claims. His own father, a physician, went ahead by a couple of days with his team of horses, was killed by Indians before he could get to him. He became incensed by this and went after the Indians himself, got into a skirmish but survived. When he and great grandma married he was 48 and she was only 16! She says she loved him anyway because he was very kind and good to her. They had three children (my grandmother was their firstborn,) when (by then he'd joined the LDS church,) he went to a song practice at their local meeting house he had organized.
By the time he came home he wasn't feeling well, and within five days he was gone. My great grandmother never stopped loving him for the rest of her days. She got married 12 years later to another man who was as good to her as the first. But it was her first love she held up as the standard for what came later, probably to her 2nd husband's chagrin. Somehow they managed to be very happy together despite it.
These folks were real pioneers in every sense of the word. Reading about their stories is something I enjoy doing, despite learning of their heartaches and troubles. They had heart, mostly, and lots of it.
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I finished a final benefit performance of "Beauty and the Beast" with my wife and older baby in the audience. we had a wonderful dinner and flew home. Baby slept all the way. I even have a rare Monday off tomorrow and don't have to rush to bed tonight. Beautiful day!
Went to a friends house and helped her plant her garden. Played with the baby goats, I love baby goats. Had a good water balloon fight with her little granddaughter and we had smoked ribs for dinner. It was a beautiful day today.