Week 4

This week was great. Every day I do a little better at adjusting to mission life. Work at the Church Office Building was extra slow this week. Everyone is gone on vacation, and the temple was closed for maintenance, so the office was just about dead. I did get lots of work done on my primary lesson. I used combined two other free primary printables to create this awesome Choose The Right Chutes and Ladders game. Clearly I had a lot of free time at the office this week.

My birthday celebration was fantastic. Normally I don't go to Salt Lake on Wednesdays  and instead go to the Provo temple. This week Mom and Dad came with me and we had Thai food after. It was delicious.

The boys got home really late from mutual, so we opened presents and ate cheesecake at about 9:45. It was short but sweet.

I got some really neat gifts for my birthday I got a picture book I really wanted called "This is Not My Hat,"  about a little fish who steals a miniature bowler hat from a giant fish. The illustrations absolutely crack me up, every time. It is super simple, but very well done. It won the Caldecott Award, which is the very prestigious award for the best illustrations in children's literature.

I also got an enormous book of C.S. Lewis' stories and essays which I am enjoying very much. I also requested and received the Book of Isaiah, 'translated' into English poetry. Isaiah was originally written as poetry, and I've had professors say that it is easier to understand when it is printed that way, so of course I had to try it. So far it works! I love it. I know, I'm such a nerd. Who else asks for bible poetry translations for their 22nd birthday?

I also got a pair of Hufflepuff sweatpants, which I am extremely fond of. They're going to wear out fast at this rate, because I wear them almost every evening. I'm a very proud little American Hufflepuff.

Also. This is George. He is the giant moth I rescued from the sidewalk on my way into the office. He was about four inches across and very furry. I think he was just dying of old age, because he could barely move even though he was intact. I set him in a nice garden bed and he was still there when I came out on my lunch break. R.I.P. George. I'm sure you were a very nice moth.