We thought this week would be ho-hum, work as usual.....then opportunity knocks and it turned out to be a week of events.
The first event was our Sisters Conference. I was looking forward to the uplift, the association of 100 young , energetic Sisters. There would be classes on healthy eating, lifting your Spirit and an address from our President. Sister Abbott had the food covered so I figured we would have minimum time in the kitchen. WRONG!!! Sister Crook chose to stay in the office until closer to lunch time, Sister Abbott still had things to pick up at the store.....so I was left a lone woman in the church kitchen washing pounds of blueberries and strawberries, then cutting 12 lbs. of strawberries up for the salad. Six hours of chopping, serving and clean up--no classes, no spiritual nourishment at all....I was exhausted. We had 7 of us dishing up and serving and all of us were kept busy. After catching up, because I hadn't been in the office the full day, a loving husband took me out to dinner at Kappy's. (our gangster owned hangout....he loves us)Our time together is priceless. As for the rest---I have always been responsible for my personal spiritual nourishment so I will continue my study with my companion each evening.
I received word of MaryJean's death this week and felt far away. My sister-in-law for years and mother to a dozen of my nieces and nephews, I knew the reunion at her funeral and the celebration of her life would be a great one. My condolences to those left behind.
What does the word FREE mean in your life? For Senior missionaries, it means a diversion from the normal. It means an adventure you weren't planning on. It means something outside the office or apartment. Take me out to the ball game, White Sox to be exact. Yes, free tickets in the nosebleed section of US Cellular Field. Yes indeed, folks, a real date for date night. Cost???Not exactly free, $20 for parking 1/2 mile from the field and $4 for popcorn. It was fun. It was a perfect night. 28,000 people joined our date and the noise level was something I was not used to. They won, by the way, but it didn't matter. I was with my best friend remembering the many baseball games we have sat through together. The truth of the matter....we played hookey for 6 hours that evening and 3 of those hours were spent sitting in Chicago traffic!!
Sister Taggart
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