Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Home Again, Home Again

Well, the dream from my last post sorta came true. I went to class yesterday but between coughing fits and a variably hoarse, squeaky or silent voice, I was alternately grossing my classmates out and perplexing them with the noises I made in attempts to speak. So I basically got sent home, where I still am today, doing independent study in Spanish. ¿QuĂ© tal?

I flipped open the Conference edition of the Ensign last night and read a talk by Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin. I think it was one Neil used for Home Teaching, because it was marked up with pencil. The one paragraph he didn't mark was about learning to laugh at things. Like, in Elder Wirthlin's example, when they got lost driving. I felt a little guilty, because Neil is so forgiving -- the way I behave while in the car, you'd think he would have circled that section in red and posted it on the bathroom mirror for me. I do need to learn to laugh more at things and not "flip out" when we get lost (a pet peeve of mine -- between Google Maps on my phone and, well, Google Maps, there is no excuse for getting lost these days!). Also our inevitable tardiness, usually to Church, makes me get irritated easily when we're in the car. Or rather, I choose to react by getting irritated, right?

So I would like to make a more concerted effort to see the bright side of things. Like last night after I read the article, when we burned the garbanzo beans. Oh, that was hilarious! :) I guess that's what happens when an unskilled cook and a raw foodist collaborate in the kitchen. Instead, we should STOP, collaborate and listen ...

This morning, I was mentioning this goal to Neil, and he said he read about that in the Ensign. I said I know, I think I opened it to the article you used for Home Teaching. I mentioned how Elder Wirthlin talked about when he used to play football, and I noted how funny it is he uses those examples, because it's hard to picture him playing football.

How ironic, then, that later this morning I heard the news that Elder Wirthlin died.

I'm glad he was able to share that message of laughing together for me to apply to my life.

Looking on the bright side, without the constraints of an aged physical body, it's easier for me to imagine him playing football now.

7 comments:

Lincs and Ali said...

I liked this post. And I did laugh when I went the wrong way on a one way street. yikes. Driving in DC... Um. I miss you! Get well soon!

Lincs and Ali said...

Oh yeah, and you are always invited to girls nights! (remember how you couldn't come last time) But I will make sure to forward the emails on to you!

Tara said...

gosh, your funny megan. i just love reading your blog. i totally get irritated when im late for church. its hard not to! thanks for the uplift.

Tara said...

oh and i recently ate a whole 12 pastry box of smores poptarts (not all in one night...well, maybe, no not really...) and thought of you.

modestmuse said...

Ali, that's the spirit! Anyone who can laugh at the maddening maze that forms the streets of D.C. has my respect. OH! So the cupcake/election watch party was a girls night. Sweet, I hope I can make it to the next one.

Thanks, Tara :) Love your blog and your delicious pics of Belle! A whole box of S'mores Pop Tarts goodness? You go, girl!

mel said...

nice with the Vanilla Ice shout out! :) I hope you are feeling better, i'm not sure what is going around.

Moni & Paul said...

hey send me your email addy! I had to block my blog.. cuz of creepsters! send it to my trash email.. ricomk@hotmail.com!