Menopause... the Musical

I made the mistake of calling a local radio station to win tickets without paying close attention to what I was winning tickets for. So, I win and have a ready made date to see Menopause, The Musical. The worst part of winning was that the tickets were for Saturday, and my date was in Orlando. That means that one of the kids has to accompany Dad..... and the victim is .... Scooter.

Scooter was definitely the youngest in the audience; I, being male, was definitely in a minority. The show lacked a plot; parodies of songs from the 60's to the 80's performed by 4 middle age singer / actresses describing various symptoms of menopause, for the main part in good taste. The scary part was the audience... a lot of hooting and hollering from middle aged women. I hope that Scooter isn't scarred for life.

American Food

So, I took Samara to the Temple for part of our Stake Temple Day. I had some family file names that needed some work, after my visit with Grandma, and Samara was available (no school), and willing to help.

On the way home, we stopped for breakfast at my favorite local Greek hamburger stand - you know the kind. They have gyros, hamburgers topped with pastrami, shakes, onion rings, and baklava. It's a mom and pop kind of operation and has been around forever. A good example is Greek Souvlaki in Salt Lake, which still has the best "yeero" (which I miss) and now the second generation has opened branch outlets throughout the valley.

Anyway, they're still serving breakfast, so I decide to try the breakfast burrito. Gyro meat, scrambled eggs, hash brown potatoes, in a tortilla bigger than a Chipotle burrito, and green salsa. Sounds crazy. Tastes great. Still, it was too big... I've got breakfast for tomorrow in the fridge from the leftovers.

It's not Greek; it's not Mexican; must be American food.
Mileage: Temple X 2; 149 mi

Remember

So I was at an Arctic Circle and couldn't resist taking a picture of the "reward yourself" ad. It was a quick trip to SLC to see mom, an interesting trip at that. Just as an update, grandma is steadily going down hill. She can no longer use her left hand anymore, and needs someone to feed her. Her speech is deteriorating; it's difficult to understand much of what she says.

However, when the topic came to genealogy (she brought it up), she wanted to know if the Temple work was done for ... and started naming ancestors, whose work wasn't done. For my part, I had to get out the computer to find said ancestors, but she didn't, so she gets the reward.

Find a Wheel... and it goes round and round

And when is a jack not a jack? I was on my way to join Samara at the oral surgeon's office to get the evaluation before her wisdom teeth come out. Then there was this noise. I pulled off to the side of the freeway. Not only flat, but a blow out. And on top of that, the jack was broken. I had to call the office and have the boss come and bail me out. A Lexus jack to fix a Festiva flat. That's changing a tire in style.

The First Week of the Month - Breathe

The first week of the month is always the busiest: reports at work for end of month (plus this month, special reports for our actuary and special reports for the state dept of labor); extra meetings at church (plus this week, there's been a funeral - fortunately my only involvement was to attend), and a few extra self inflicted meetings as we try to make sure we're ready for the Stake Temple Day, which is next week - the second busiest week of the month.

Fester's made two trips to the repair shop - axles and bushings are good things to have, although it is somewhat exciting to have the car pull to the left when you accelerate and to the right when you decelerate, and today it'll be a third - the alignment is off by just a hair and the car consistently pulls to the left, so today will be a third (not that I have to sit in the shop and wait, but it's just one more thing to do)... or maybe that will have to wait until next week after Samara's wisdom tooth appointment - - - just so that the car's done in time to make it to the appointment.

And I'm still trying to get to SLC sometime in October; flights are looking good for this Friday & Saturday (will get me there late morning, and back in time for Stake Conference on Saturday).

Oh, by the way, Carebear - Toni says "hi" - she hasn't kept touch since Laurels - it was her grandmother's funeral. Four of grandma's kids are living or have lived in our ward; the fifth is just outside of our ward boundaries.

Sun:Viewing 12.4 mi, Mon:Funeral 36 mi(I skipped crew meeting), Tues: Interviews 8.5 mi; Wed Interviews/MIA/city utility dept 13.4mi; Tonight Training: 8.5 mi. Total for the week/MTD: 87 mi

Spiders

I've been known to sit in bed and update my blog as the last thing before I hit the hay. The lights are out, because mom's sleeping, so it's touch typing at it's finest. The occasional fly or gnat will occasionally land on the screen, attracted by the light. A nuisance, but understandable, and tolerable.

Tonight as I was contemplating a topic to blog on, a spider came crawling across the screen. So, I quietly freak out a bit (can't wake mom), get the computer over the floor so it won't crawl onto the bed and flatten the spider once he's on the floor (can't crush a spider against an LCD display).

The world is once again a safe place to be... at least until Tuesday's results come in.

Oct mi: Mon: Crew: 40 mi; Tues: HT: 11 mi; Wed:Court of Honor - lots of awards 8.5; Oct Tot: 463; Sep 428; June-Aug=1467; Jun-Oct=1958
Nov: Sun 11/2: 8.5