Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Zone Conference Week, Surf Museum, Oceanside Pier Date

Zone conferences for this transfer cycle started in Murrieta with the Murrieta and Temecula zones. Glen decided not to wear his arm sling to the zone conferences so he could wear his coat normally.

He didn't shake hands or hug any of the missionaries to protect his shoulder. He iced his shoulder each evening.

We get our vehicle inspected every time zone conference week rolls around just like the young missionaries do. We enjoyed the love notes this time written by the missionaries who inspected our car.
That evening Glen put his arm sling on to give his shoulder a rest while we met up with a former missionary Elder Trevor Patton. He had requested we go out to eat for our visit. 
He wanted to do it up right with cheesecake for dessert while we watched him eat it.
Day 2 of zone conference was held with the Escondido, San Marcos and Del Mar zones. It was right before school started, so one of the women who was helping with the food brought her grandchildren to help serve the missionaries. 
During the morning part of each zone conference, we talked and learned more about the Prophet Joseph Smith, the events leading up to The First Vision, and Joseph Smith translating the ancient record into The Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ. The missionaries had a chance to practice teaching The First Vision several times.

Notice the sister all wrapped up in a blanket. She always brings a blanket to meetings because she is always freezing.

The man sitting at our table is Joel Touchet, a counselor at LDS Family Services. He helps any of our missionaries who might need professional counseling. A missionary can have up to 6 weeks of counseling if needed.
We had invited Brother Touchet to spend a few minutes after lunch talking with the missionaries about stress and anxiety and other types of things they deal with on their mission. Then he talked about some ways the missionaries can cope in constructive ways if they are struggling with something.

After that we had the missionaries who will be going home at the end of the transfer share their final testimonies and then Glen wrapped it up with his teachings, remarks and testimony.

It never feels like he has enough time. He always does a powerful wrap-up and sends us all on our way determined to be more Christlike, better missionaries and kinder, more productive human beings.
Day 3 of zone conference was held in the church right around the corner from us. It was for the Carlsbad and Vista zones. 
These missionaries were the car inspectors this particular day. Elder Van Aarle, our vehicle coordinator, chooses different missionary companionships each zone conference day to help out with the inspections. The perk is they get to join in with the other missionaries for lunch.

The sisters wanted a photo outside after the meeting.
It is always a relief at the end of zone conference week. We felt really good about all that had transpired.

We were ready for a nice Friday date after our busy week. We decided to go to the Surf Museum in Oceanside.
We learned about China Beach during the Vietnam War. The China Beach Surf Club was a place for rest and relaxation on the beach for servicemen and women during their tour in Vietnam.
This is a replica of the Surf Shop where the soldiers would borrow a surfboard for a while to go out in the ocean. The troops found a way to continue their love of surfing despite being at war. China Beach was a place where wounded troops were sent to recover and others went there for brief recreation.


There were other displays about different kinds of surfboards and how they are made.

There is an outside part of the museum called The Secret Spot. We didn't really get the point of it, but it was colorful.




My favorite part of the museum was the display about Bethany Hamilton, the 13-year-old who got attacked by a shark while surfing, which severed her left arm just below the shoulder. A movie was made about her. 
This is her actual surfboard and swim suit she was wearing when it happened.

It is quite amazing she was determined to surf again and taught herself to surf with one arm and was able to compete once again. She is now married and has two sons.
The sign on the restroom door was funny. There was more information about surfing to be learned inside the restroom.
We walked down to the pier and decided to have dinner at Ruby's at the end of the pier. 



Ruby's is where the missionaries always wish they could go. We ate a meal in their honor. It was a fun experience, once. The food wasn't that great. We won't be going again, but it was fun. Once.
We had noticed there was going to be a Miracle Healing Crusade that evening. We sat in on it for a few minutes to see what it was all about. Not that many people were interested in being healed. We didn't stay long.
Our favorite part of the evening was sitting on a bench watching the ocean as the sun was setting.
Brooke was eager for us to go to our mailbox one day and get the card she had made for us. She is very creative.
Speaking of creative...Haley likes to paint rocks and she was teaching Carson how to paint designs on rocks.

I love back-to-school photos and this one did not disappoint!! Such a cute photo of Jacob's children holding up their sign indicating the grade they are starting this year. They look like model students. Won't their teachers be happy to have them as their students!!


How well I know the feeling Laurie is expressing about having all the children in school. It was definitely a lonely feeling at first, but then you adjust. And it's fun to have them return back home and report on the day.

Monday, September 3, 2018

Museum For Making Music, Queen of Ninjago

It has been a much hotter summer this year and much more humid for a longer period of time. It made us want to do something indoors rather than outdoors when we found ourselves with a few extra hours on our Friday afternoon/date a week after surgery.

We went to the Museum of Making Music inside the National Association of Music Merchants (NAMM) building.
We saw lots of different musical instruments. 
Some were even available for us to try to play.

I was drawn to the pianos because that is the instrument I play.
Glen is a trombone player.

He also was an accordion player in his youth--thanks to his mom who bought two accordions from a traveling salesman. Two of his sisters, Bonnie and Barbara, learned to play the accordion also.

I got a kick out of the pee wee harmonica (in the middle of the photo on top of the white tag).
The green piano was used to entertain the troops.
This is a versatile piano that has a record player built in one side and a radio built in the other side.
It surely would have taken a lot of effort to get 150 grand pianos ready for a concert. 
There's my other instrument--the organ.

Each Sunday I ponder on the words of the sacrament hymn and as I do so, I imagine playing the organ in my mind. I played the organ for so many years at church that I find myself missing it--especially I miss playing the sacrament hymns.
The displays were interesting, but our favorite part of the museum was watching video clips of various instruments being played throughout the world. Lots of them we have never heard of or seen before.
Glen surprised me when he said he wanted to go to Legoland for dinner after we were finished at the museum. He was so glad to be out and about after being cooped up in the house most of the week that he wanted to stay out of the house and go somewhere we could walk around.

Despite the heat, I consented to go along with his idea. After all, the museum is on the very street where we park our car and then walk into Legoland for free. We are going to be sad when our season passes expire.
We had tried two other times to eat at our favorite restaurant there and it was closed both times. I guess that's what happens when we arrive too close to closing time. This time the restaurant was open.

After our meal, I insisted we go on the Ninjago ride even though Glen claimed he didn't want to ride it that day. I knew he was dying to try and beat me at the game I can somehow dominate in. I don't know how it happens. But it has happened over and over and over again.

Let me point out a few things before I continue with my story:
  • Glen is very competitive. I am not.
  • Glen is very coordinated. I am not.
  • Glen is very athletic. I am not.
  • Glen likes games like this. I do not.
  • Glen enjoys video/arcade games. I do not.
  • Glen is a guy and guys like shooting things. I do not.
The object of the ride/game is use your hand to shoot fireballs at various villains and things on the screen while wearing 3D glasses.

One might think Glen had a disadvantage because he was wearing a huge pillow sling, but keep in mind he is left-handed. There was nothing wrong with his dominant left arm and hand. 

Notice the intent look on his face. Notice the look of pure enjoyment on my face. Notice the score...
The poor man gets so frustrated when I beat him by a landslide. He usually insists we repeat the ride and then repeat it again as he tries unsuccessfully to beat my score.

This time I took pity on the guy and told him I recognize his handicap (sling on his non-dominant arm) and I would be willing to make the competition a little more evenly matched.

Since he was using his left hand (his dominant hand), I told him I would use my left hand as well (my non-dominant hand) and then it would be a fair competition. HA!!

As a lefty, he's always been pretty good at using both his hands. As a righty, I've never been good at using my left hand. But, I was willing to give it a go and see what happened.

Here is picture proof I kept my end of the bargain and used my left hand. Once again notice three things.

Notice the intent look on his face. Notice the look of pure enjoyment on my face. Notice the score...
HA!!! Who knew I was so ambidextrous!!

Let's just say after two games Glen called it good for that day. Let's just also say--for the record--and to be fair to him--he has scored higher than me one time. And I'm sure he will score higher than me another time or two or three.

But until then, I'm going to enjoy my winning streak. (Spoken from a very non-competitive person who, once in a great while, really enjoys beating a very competitive person.)

Well, that was a fun little diversion on date night. Next day we were back at it having our weekly planning meeting with the assistants followed by a visit from former missionary Chaylen Odette.

She found a t-shirt with Glen's favorite saying on it and wore it for his enjoyment.
It is definitely "another day in paradise" each and every day living in Southern California. One of the missionaries made the little artwork saying that we have sitting on the desk in the mission office.
We have seen more cars on fire since living here than we have our whole life up until this point. It's crazy!!
Who knew a Mission President would need to pull up Morse Code Translator while reading his weekly Monday letters. One elder is a bit of a smart aleck and has been sending the most random letters where Glen takes the time to crack his codes to figure out what he wrote.

He never writes anything substantial. The missionaries are supposed to give an accounting for their week. I feel it is being disrespectful, but Glen has much more love and patience than I do about it. He seems to enjoy outsmarting the elder by figuring out his various codes and meanings. I give him credit for that.
We delayed our dinner and Family Home Evening with the senior missionaries by a week because of Glen's surgery. Glen said we could have done it the week before. He is right. We could have done it because he had recovered so quickly, but I was glad we waited a week.
Here's my attempt to be in the photo.
Glen loved the card Steven and Patricia Morgan (our tripping buddies from Albuquerque) sent with a get well message inside.
How well they know him.
How true this is...unless you're serving a mission. Sports and other things pretty much get put on the shelf for a while. There are more spiritual things on our minds these days.

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Quotes of the Week

When ordinances are performed on behalf of the deceased, God's children on earth are healed.
--Dale G. Renlund

Casualness leads to casualties.
--Taniela B. Wakolo

Our task is to become our best selves. One of God's greatest gifts to us is teh joy of trying again, for no failure ever need be final.
--Thomas S. Monson