On this crisp Sunday morning, Dan and I find ourselves in front of the telly getting our gospel in a non-traditional Mormon way. I say, if certain events keep you from actually getting to your meetings, why not take in a little Hour of Power? If it gets me feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside, isn't that all that matters?
Dan has a shoveling route that he shares with a brother. When it snows, they get up around 4am and shovel the walks and driveways of 30 houses. Easy enough, right? Wrong.
This morning husband left me all alone by myself at 4:13am, starting the restless sleep. This morning I tossed and truned more than usual as the route took a little longer than expected. The normal snow shoveling brother suffered from the effects of food poisioning all day Saturday and was therefore too weak to shovel this morning. New brother (the one who just got back from his mission) shoveled with husband instead of regular brother, which equaled longer than usual.
Husband gets home only to find that he cannot find his wallet, cannot find it anywhere. So he has to drive the route, getting out at every house looking for a wallet in the snow. After searching 30 freshly shoveled houses with no success, husband comes home, inspects the car one more time for his wallet, and finds it in the secret place he left it. Ha!
He comes in triumphant, tells me he found his wallet and then says "but I may have damaged the vehicle". Yep. It's damaged. Because while driving to church (late) the steering wheel starts violently shaking and the wheel is shaking and I think it's going to fly off the car. We turn the car around, head back home, and start watching telly church while waiting to call the people that need to be notified that neither of use will be at church today and subsequently we will not be teaching the lessons that we were both suppose to teach.
So we opt for telly church, but soon choose "Joy to the World" and find ourselves listening to President Packer read a poem about rotting flesh to young children. Yikes. Back to telly chruch.
Just a quick review:
-route takes longer
-lost wallet
-looking for lost wallet all along route
-found lost wallet in car
-damaged vehicle
-last minute teaching cancellation
But on the plus side, Dan found $5 in the snow.
3 woot-woots!:
did that last part really happen? i have a friend who believes in the rule to end stories like this with the phrase, "but then i found five dollars!!"
Yknow the rocks in front of the porch...kinda by the trampoline? I found a loonie there once.
I actually did find 5 dollars...which paid for (most of) the gas it took to look for my stupid wallet. Le sigh.
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