The saddest part was that my sister's best friend from high school died from an unexpected illness. She was thirty-seven. It's sad enough that I feel a little bad talking about it on this blog where I discuss frivolous items. It wasn't like I personally knew her super well. She was my sister's friend, not mine, and nine years older than I am. And yet I find myself sad about it. I thought about her a few weeks ago as I was putting up our Halloween lights on our garage, as I remember her commenting six years ago about them, saying she couldn't tell they were ghosts from the street. She used to come over many afternoons in 2010, a time when I was living at home searching for a job. I can remember her back to when I was six years old--I remember her telling me she had a journal identical to mine; telling me she believed in Santa Claus when I didn't; calling my sister (and my sister calling her) "enema" based on a shirt my brother had; and bringing my sister a toy car on her sixteenth birthday. She used to honk every time she drove past our house. No more honking or commenting on my Thanksgiving decorations. It is sad.
Any change is sad in its own way. In the past year and a half, I've been serving in a stake family history calling. In the last few weeks I've had to help out at family history-themed FHEs, and I attended my last such event this week, as I'm being released from that calling. However, I'm not a very good person, because I'm kind of relieved about it. Three others are also being released, and I think they feel the same way (at least one of them pushed to be released even though he didn't have another immediate calling). But that's all I'm going to say about that.
Instead, I was called as executive secretary in my ward, which basically means I set up the bishop's appointment calendar. While it will be time consuming, I was also just released as assistant ward clerk, and my two callings together--clerk and family history--seemed to equate to about the same time commitment I will have in this one. In fact, I might have more time, because I can spend time doing things while I'm sitting at appointments. Which is exactly what I'm doing now, so I'll have less time spent blogging later today.
Despite moments of sadness, there were good highlights. Do you like my new Halloween tree? To me, there's nothing that screams Halloween like orange and black. Some people throw purple and green in there too, but that makes it look almost Eastery. Orange and black is the pure way to go.
And I like real autumn trees even more than I like decorative autumn trees. I spent three nights on the Woodbriar Trail, a short trail with portions that are exceedingly steep. You climb 700 feet in less than a mile. I'm getting better at the steep parts.
And then, of course, there's my perpetual favorite, North Canyon:
I was amused by this sign, because every type of recreation has been crossed out, apparently by people who don't like the other kinds. I'm not a fan of dirt bikes (which appear to be least popular), but horses are the worst. (I guess I'm in the hiker category, even though I don't use sticks and backpacks like the picture suggests, and I pass all the hikers.)
I've often passed a little road but never gone up it, so I tried it yesterday. It wasn't really a road, but it led to a broken building with graffiti. Also beer cans and cigarette butts. Why do the beer drinkers and smokers litter so much? (They're not the only ones; I had to pick up a water bottle on another trail yesterday. One of the many reasons I don't believe in bottled water.)
I did also explore another road in North Canyon where I'd never been before. There were lots of steep side roads. It wasn't as pretty, but it was still fun to be someplace new. This put my run yesterday at 8.5 miles (an extra 1.5 miles). I'll have to explore more here when I haven't already done so much.
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It was a busy week in pumpkinundation roundup. I ate out every day. There were also a few homemade items.
I saw these Pumpkin Spice Fat Boy Ice Cream Sandwiches last year but didn't try them. Apparently that's a good thing, because the sticker brags that it's a new flavor. And I have to wonder what it was like before. This time, it was OK. The ice cream is sub-par. It's not terrible, but it's the most inferior pumpkin ice cream I've had. The graham wafers I think are a better choice than chocolate would be. 4/5.
About this Cheesecake Factory pumpkin cheesecake: I'll just say that I intended to eat half of it and finish it later, but no, I ate it all in one sitting. I'm not a huge cheesecake fan, but this was wonderful. And at those prices, it better be. 5/5.
And then this caramel apple crumble is another Pinterest item, and we used apples from our neighbor's tree. It was too sugary, and the apples were too soft from the slow cooker. 3/5.
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