Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Last book of Life Savers & Brandon's first post card of the Year!

Sunday 4/16/17 6:24pm. Happy Easter Brandon! I have been fighting depression this afternoon. Yuck. Nothing quite like feeling scared and incompetent. Hang in there. I imagine you fight those feelings regularly. I have a story to finish or at least tell another chapter about. The story of the dog catcher coming twice in one week, Tuesday4/4 and Thursday4/6. I probably drove him crazy with my honesty. Nope, no dog license. Yep, no leash. Yep open fence. Well on Thursday4/13 a week later, I found more trash in my front yard. But this was good trash! 3 items I took in the house and washed them off and put them in the fridge: a sack of sliced grapefruit, lemons and limes; 2 whole limes and one lemon; and a pound of Greek yogurt. I leashed Molly and went hunting! Where would I find a tipped over trash can and spilled trash? Would it be on Kennedy Place? Yep! The Hansen’s had been on vacation when I knocked on their door twice at noon and night on 4/6. Their house is right on the park entrance. Duane Derfler is to the north of them. I straightened the trash cart and picked up the pieces and then completed my walk around the block to pick up my protective shield: Lifesaver Book to the rescue! Remember, it was my last one, just in case I actually solved the mystery. I picked up the sack of limes and lemon, hoped on my bike and rode over and rang their doorbell. Ring, wait. Ring, wait. I started to leave but returned and knocked the rhythm to a song a couple of times loudly on the front door. Kallista’99 came to the door, gym shorts, eyelash extensions, and smiled. I expressed my pleasure at someone being home. Then I asked for her parents. Courtney and Amber Hansen were gone to work. Taylan had driven off to school with a friend in her car when I had been by straightening their driveway and trash can earlier. K did not know if Molly had been causing them problems. Dave the dogcatcher had told me they had pictures of the yellow lab the first time and a video the second time! Surely if they had pictures and a video the oldest daughter would have heard! She offered to ask her parents about it. I had her repeat my name so I could be sure she knew who I was and I showed her the sack of Limes and lemon figuring they would recognize their own trash. I thanked her and then passed her the BOOK OF LIFESAVERS to help remind her to talk to her parents about it. I walked around the block again the next morning and they had moved their 3 trash carts off the street and against their fence behind the cars. When I rode by there returning from church today their cans were still off the street. They have kept their cans in a line between their house and the McMullins for years. And Courtney has even black spray painted a west coast choppers symbol on them for identity. You may remember I told Dave dogpound that I was pleased that the offended had called again. He couldn’t understand that. Why would you be pleased to have someone complaining again? Because it means they really care. And I really care too! And I was sincere. He left shaking his head. What tools does Dave dogcatcher have at his disposal? Since he has broken teeth and a chew circle in his rear pocket I suspect he is pretty low class. Would anyone like the job of being a dog catcher? Would anyone be your friend? He said Amber Hansen was swearing at the secretary about him not doing his job. Was that just a tool he uses or was that the truth? I suspect a bit of exaggeration goes a long way with most culprits. What would he think of my story? Would he be shocked and amazed? I suspect so. I am shocked and amazed myself. Where did I get the courage from to investigate like I have? Personally I believe HF knew how important it was to me and he gave me the courage and the honey. You catch more flies with honey/Livesavers than you do with vinegar. What is the most important thing I have learned from this experience? The most shocking/ surprising thing I have learned is how receptive and friendly my neighbors were when I asked them if my dog was causing them problems. I suspect that because Hansen’s cans were free-standing they were easy for Molly to knock over. Now that they are against a wall they will be more easily supported. I suspect that even gusts of wind tipped them over at times. I know I picked up Bruce Randall’s trash once after a windstorm. I have a broken PVC pipe leading to my 8 grapevines. I have a goal of repairing it this week after living with it for 2 years. It is in the same place I put the 4x4 crates, on end, to fill the gap/ hole between my chain link and Stauffer’s red block fence. Sure enough Molly has tried to dig her way out! But she was not successful. Good job Vern! Even though the Hansen’s have not contacted me as I put the rest of their trash in the garbage I found a torn up Medical bill for Amber Hansen. Yep, it was their trash. @TUESDAY4/18/17 I was working on a broken sprinkler pipe yesterday and left the back yard open. At 1am I started feeling nervous about it being trash collection on Tuesday and all the cans being on the street with Molly free. I hopped on my bike and road to Hansen's. 1 am in the morning. Nope Molly had not been there. I plugged my doggy door and went to sleep in peace. @ Next I will include the rest of RGS talk on truth and the universe: subatomic and clusters of galaxies. At BoM class Janice said scientists are atheists and never give God credit. I took exeption. I suggested she check out the testimony of Einstein. Ilene said, Oh, that would be interesting. I had listened to this talk by RGS the day before and I just couldn't accept that scientists are the bad guys. It is just another way of seeking truth. Elder Scott says they get closer and closer and may never reach absolute truth, but in our world we are not very good at accepting Enoch's revelations nor Moses' revelations through the prophet JS. I really like when he said that God has allowed man, lead man to the truths which we have so far. 


April 3, 2017. What you mean? Nothing you do is for naught. I do enjoy reading your post cards, and I do remember saying, “when the burden of writing them exceeds the benefits it is time to focus on better things.” \The reason I don't make phone calls, or write very often is because I figure time goes much quicker for people when there are fewer reminders of where I am. That's also why I don't mind that the majority of people who know me don't write. And now I am OFF to prison, so they may have different rules for mail. Do call the Draper facility and Gunnison facility to find out their policies since we don't know which one I'll be going to. \Those questions you asked about, I don't know how to respond, for any interaction from divine design would be considered sacred and to be kept to oneself. Do I not act as though I have had a witness of the truth fullness of the gospel? There are just some things I'd rather not talk or hear about. Hee hee, “who do I trust” \I'm still not sure why you like me or what your intentions are. Though you are genuine, sincere, caring, kind, compassionate, friendly, merciful, generous, and full of charity. I have never been good at making friends. Speaking of friends, how are the Davenport's? Yes busy, has anyone thought to take them dinner? There are many things a friend does that seem to get lost when the label “home teacher” is there. Even though home teaching is designed to make members friends with each other. For example: home teacher visits once maybe twice a month. A friend stops in multiple times a week and spends time with you often, and is someone you trust to call if you need help. “Hi, I'm your home teacher” has acquired a negative stigma to it. Whereas “hi, I would like to get to know you because you seem like wonderful people and I'd like to be able to help if ever you need anything.” that is unexpected and less like an assignment. I like Greek mythology, when I took the class in college I struggled and had to force myself to read. Why? Because suddenly it was not fun because I had to. Of course now we know I am just an immature idiot. Not autistic because the doctors can't define what's “special” with me. The true definition of “without guile”; a gullible simpleton. \Oh well, all we can do is choose to put our trust in God. \Thank you for putting forth the effort and believing that I am worth. \I am sure you are relieved to know I am very loved so you don't have to “adopt me”. :-) Hee hee. Whatever inspired you to mention that I'll never know. \Whenever I get out I will be pulled in many directions by loved ones wanting me to move close to be near them. Okay, maybe just my family in Oregon, but it feels like it will be a great strain in deciding what to do. So, is this postcard a big enough “reassurance” for this year (and maybe the next 15 to life)? Perhaps carpooling for visits is an option. :-). Keep smiling, nothing is ever as bad as it seems. Most times it's worse. ;-) So be sure to be happy in each moment possible. \Do you like to play tennis? Hmmm, forgot why asked that. Not like I could be any use there. \Here's a challenge: give 20 different people a hug each day, and let me know how you feel after a week if not two weeks. :-) Of course each new day you could hug the same people, but would that be as fun or exciting? :-) Soon you'll be inspired to know who needs a hug. Of course you don't have to; do it out of love for your fellow travelers in this miserable world. Okay, okay, okay. Don't hug any guys if you don't want to, but be sure to hug every woman you see and let her know she is loved and precious. Especially if she looks angry or sad. Anyway, I am glad things are going well for you and your family. Thank you for all you do. Oh yeah, here are some suggestions for your Pandora playlist: Amy Grant, Lauren DeGaulle, Britt Nicole, and Carrie Underwood. :-) Unfortunately 101.5 on Sundays doesn't say who the singers are. But SOS 89.9 does occasionally. Carrie Underwood is simply awesome. :-) Evanescence's delightful also; with Amy Lee is vocalist. Keep doing what makes you happy; because no one else can make you happy. :-) Carry on spreading smiles wherever you go. Your unproductive friend: – me

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