I'm trying to share photos this week.

L: My desk and "closet."  The window looks out on a neighbors backyard.

R: My bed, nightstand and dresser. 

This is all in my bedroom.

The floors throughout are the same tile.  I've tried to move the photos around and don't know why they won't go where I want them to.
 There are just two rooms, plus the bathroom: the living/kitchen and the bedroom/office.   The table serves as the place to eat as well as my study area.  It's been interesting to realize how well I can get along in so little space.

I'm very thankful to have a washer and dryer inside.  The original apartment I was to move into had the washer and dryer outside and was shared with two other apartments.  This is so much nicer.  It is a stackable, as you can see, but I just wash once a week and it works well  The fridge and stove are old, but work well.  I have pictures of my kids and their families, as they were at the time they were taken, on the fridge.  (It's hard to get everyone together for pictures, when some live on the East coast and in various places.)

Last evening, Scott and Julie came and hung pictures in my living room area.  I've tried everything I know how to post the pictures of that area.   They hung shelves on which I have photos of my great grandchildren. 

To the right is my workspace at the ROC.  There are 4 offices, plus the main office and a gathering room where we have our twice-daily devotionals, as well as where we have lunch.  I'll try to remember to take a picture of that area.  Each of the four offices are shared, with each person having a computer and a 2nd monitor.  Everything we do is on computer.  The space where the chair is turned toward the camera is my desk.  Sister Tolman's is the one closest to the camera.    There are 2 couples and 4 single people who share the other desks.  They come in different days and/or just morning or just afternoon.  It may look small but it doesn't feel that way.  And, again, everything we do is on the computer.

This week the priority was for the Ohio births, deaths and marriages and that required us to help each other decipher writing.  They are from the 1700s and 1800s and the writing can be beautiful but difficult to discern the way they wrote some letters.  And, it appears that they are pages filmed from family Bibles, in some instances, so different people writing and then adding information.  Sadly, there are children listed by name, but no birth, death or marriage information.

I was standing at the kitchen sink Friday morning and something caught my attention on the floor to my left.  At first glance I saw a huge, orange-ish bug and panicked for a minute.  When I looked more closely, I was relieved to see that it was on it's back, legs up--dead!!!.  My hand vacuum took care of him.  I have no idea how he got into the kitchen, nor how he died.  Just thankful he did--die, that is.

Sister Tolman received a phone call from a young man who had served a mission in California when she and her family lived there, 30 years ago.  Brian and his wife, Callie, and two children live in Mesa and they invited us to dinner this week.  What a treat.  They are a delightful couple with
a sweet 6 year old daughter and a bright and charming 9 year old son.  When we walked into the kitchen and met Callie, she asked which one of us was from Bountiful  She took me into a hallway and asked if I recognized a couple in a photo.  Her parents are Ron and Shirlee Knighton, who served in the Bountiful Temple presidency a few years ago.  Sister Knighton and I both go to the same person for haircuts and have happened to be there a few times at the same time and it's been fun to chat with her.  What a small world.

So, while Sister Tolman and Brian reminisced about their time in California, Callie brought me up to date on her parents and family.   Brian smoked a filet mignon and a rib steak.  I have never had filet mignon before and it was the most tender, delicious meat I've ever had.    Brian is a pilot with Sky West Airlines.  It's always interesting how lives are interconnected.

Last evening we visited a woman we met in Church.  She lives in an assisted living center.  She is legally blind--can see shadows, and is in a wheelchair because her balance is not good.  She is 68 years old and has had a lot of challenges in her life.  She is lonely and in an hour's visit we learned all about her life.  We will visit her again.

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