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Category Archives: Journal
This is me rambling about me, mostly. Current stuff: home, family, my head’s on fire… that kind of thing. This also includes everything imported from LiveJournal.
Got very lucky just now…
I’m not talking about the recovery of my computer after its power supply failed. That wasn’t just now. That was last night.
No, I’m talking about not burning myself because my hand was wet and my brain was on.
I just finished cooking breakfast in the oven, and our gas oven has a vent that blows across the back of the stovetop. Not an ideal design — it tends to heat pot-handles if you’ve been careless enough to leave them turned towards the vent. It also heats the back of the small Corelle serving tray we use to set spatulas on so their drips are contained.
I was giving a quick wash to the tools I used at breakfast — spatula, cheese slicer, cheese grater, pizza-cutter — and saw that the Corelle tray was full of gunk from my project and the breakfast Sandra made for the kids (French toast and scrambled eggs; there was a big yellow puddle). So I reached out and grabbed it by the non-sticky-yellow end, which happened to be the end closest to the vent.
That noise you hear when you drip water onto a griddle? That came off of my fingers. I could FEEL the water on my fingertips boiling away. In less than a second (what IS minimum human reaction time? Figure that long plus a little change) I had snatched my hand away and stuck it back under the running water in the sink. I checked my fingertips.
No burns. No redness. No sensation of ANYTHING other than normal “hi, I’m your fingertip, touch the world with me” I usually get.
I boiled water off of my fingertips, and didn’t get burned. Whew!
Short Church
Those unfamiliar with the typical meeting schedule for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints may quail at the thought of a three-hour block of meetings every Sunday. It’s something I’m used to, having lived with it for my entire adult life. I like it, in fact.
Here in Utah and in a lot of cities worldwide, LDS congregations will share facilities with other LDS congregations. A single building may have two, three, or sometimes as many as four or five congregations in it (when there’s construction or renovation happening on another building, usually), with schedules overlapping and meetings running from 8:30am until 5:30pm.
Today a new building, a temple, is being dedicated in Draper, UT. The dedication ceremony is being broadcast to stake centers (centralized congregational worship buildings), and the building my ward meets in is one such building. The broadcast is at 4:00pm, and my ward’s meeting schedule runs from 1:00pm until 4:00pm. So… we were told that this Sunday we’d only be having the 75-minute “main” sacrament meeting for the congregation. Sunday School and the other auxiliary meetings were canceled for the day.
It’s like playing hooky, guilt-free. (Well, except for the part where I realize I’m happy about playing hooky, and feel just a tiny bit guilty about that.)
Jordan enticing me to work…
I’m sitting in front of my computer, exhausted. It’s been a long, productive day. It’s not over yet — I don’t try to go to sleep until 10:30pm, lest I end up awake at 2:00am — but there’s nothing really left to do.
Except more work. I could color. Coloring needs to be done.
Nah. Too tired. I want to be entertained.
I’ve got the first four The Wheel Of Time audiobooks, though. I’ve listened to the first one. I could queue up the next chapter of The Great Hunt and listen to that. But what should I do while my ears are busy?
Oooh, I know. I could color. Coloring needs to be done…