There are only eight holidays that I formally celebrate (for now), but that doesn't mean that I don't acknowledge that other, lesser holidays exist. This week we had two very similar holidays, Earth Day and Arbor Day.
Arbor Day is an older holiday and is a state holiday in Nebraska. Basically, I really only know about Arbor Day because of It's Arbor Day, Charlie Brown. Yes, that's a real thing. Earth Day is a much newer holiday and has hippie origins. We don't hear as much about Arbor Day as we do about Earth Day, so I suppose Earth Day is taking over. Which is kind of understandable, since trees are part of the Earth. I'm moderately tree-hugger, so I have no objections to Earth Day.
Anyway, I had enjoyable "celebrations" on each of these days.
Everyone was excited about Google's animal quiz (I'm a pangolin), but personally I found their Pony Express game much more entertaining (but maybe that's because I'd just been reading about the Pony Express a few days before).
Anyway, I went trail running on the Wild Rose and Chukar Loops, and then I went exploring on another nearby trail that has some very steep places. It was an overcast evening and perfect. There were lots of wildflowers. The internet tells me the most prominent, yellow ones are balsamroot, but I also saw pink, purple, white, and red wildflowers. On top of one hill, I saw a hawk flying in the distance, and I even had a medium-sized bird swoop down in front of me.
Then on Thursday, I was doing research for work and came across North Canyon. Now, there are multiple places in Utah named North Canyon, including one in Bountiful, but I didn't know what one they were talking about. However, after digging through things, I determined that they probably were talking about the one in Bountiful. That excited me, because I knew right where it is and have been near it on many occasions, even though I'd never been there. I decided that I needed to visit it, since I just came across it, and Friday would be a perfect day to do so, since it was Arbor Day.
I worked some last Saturday, so I didn't need to work all day Friday, and I was excited to go to North Canyon. Unfortunately, it was rainy. Usually when it's wet and rainy, I don't run, especially not on trails. But I had to go on Friday, since I had just discovered North Canyon in my work, and Arbor Day only comes once a year. So when the rain let up at my house, I got in my car and drove to North Canyon Park, where I expected to begin my run. But it was raining pretty hard then, and I didn't want to get out. So then I decided that I would drive to the trailhead, since I knew it was still a distance from the park.
I'm glad I did, because it was a bigger distance than I had expected. But when I got to that trailhead, it was still raining hard. So I sat in my car for a while, hoping the rain would let up.
And eventually it did! Everything was still wet and muddy, but at least it wasn't raining on me. My usual trails are more desert-y, but this one looked, smelled, and sounded like camping. There was actually a very rough dirt road that went up for a mile and a half or so before it reached the real trail. But I wouldn't want to drive on that road, and I think it would be basically impassable for anything but 4-wheel-drive. I had to watch out for enormous puddles. When I got to the real trail, there was a sign saying it was open to hikers, cyclists, and motorbikes between May 1 and November 1. I was surprised it said it was open so late in the spring, but it makes sense, because my research said that there was still fifteen feet of snow in the canyon in June 1853, and I saw a few large patches of snow. It would be a hard trail on a bike or motorbike; there was one place with a tree lying at an angle across the trail, and only Evil Knievel would be able to get across it on a bike. There were lots of bridges over various bodies of water. I saw aspens, coniferous trees, a squirrel, and deer. (Deer are not special. They are all over our neighborhood.) I was sad last fall that I didn't get to see any yellow aspens, so I may have to return to North Canyon in October.
I don't take a phone or a camera when I go running, so you get no pictures. Sorry. But you probably wouldn't care anyway.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Don't Do Drugs, and other stories
On Wednesday (Income Tax Day, also the day I got my tax return) I got a call from 1-800-830-8574. I didn't answer it, but I got the tail end of a message about my bank account and debit card. I thought, "Yeah right, it's probably some scam." But I checked my bank account anyway--and I'm glad I did, because the phone call was not a scam. According to my bank account, I spent $45 three times at a Walmart in Elk City, Oklahoma. Fortunately, card services suspected that I did no such thing and alerted me to the fraudulent activity. I'm getting a new debit card and hopefully everything will be straightened out.
There's no way for me to know, but I suspect that the thief was using the money to feed a drug addiction. And when my bike was stolen in Provo in 2010? Probably for drugs. I would suspect that most thefts are motivated by, or at least connected to, drugs. Nearly everyone has had stuff stolen from them at some point, and I bet they're usually connected to drugs.
Illegal drugs such as meth, cocaine, and heroin are, in my honest belief, one of the biggest (if not the biggest) banes of our society. We must do what we can to get rid of the problem. I understand that there are problems with severely punishing addicts, because then they become stigmatized and it becomes harder for them to get help and turn their lives around. So perhaps we shouldn't be too hard on those unfortunate souls who abuse drugs. However, producing and manufacturing drugs (and by "drugs," I mean illegal drugs) is an endeavor that should not be tolerated at all. Drugs kill people, destroy families, ruin buildings, lead to poverty and ignorance, make people make unwise decisions, and cause crime. I don't think there's a penalty too harsh for those who make drugs.
Anyway, I was going to make this an entire rant about drugs, but I decided I'd rather stick to happy, frivolous thoughts.
On Monday night, my stake did a musical performance about Joseph Smith in our regional center. I was amazed that someone thought it was an appropriate place to take her dog, even a well-behaved dog.
When I went running on the Wild Rose Loop yesterday, there were lots of big yellow wildflowers, something like a cross between sunflowers and daisies. (I'm not a botanist.)
When I was a little kid, probably no older than 3, I remember hearing a bird call and thinking it said "Big Bird!" (I was a Sesame Street watcher.) I always wondered what kind of bird it was. This week I learned it was a chickadee. The mystery is finally solved!
We had our stake conference today, and there was a guy who seemed a little awkward sitting near us. His awkwardness was confirmed when he said to one of our members, "So, are you from China or Japan?" (She's actually half Korean.) For a period of time when I was thirteen, I used to watch King of the Hill (I watch cleaner things as an adult than I did as a kid), and there was one episode where Hank asked his Laotian neighbor, "So, are you Chinese or Japanese?" It was TV come to life.
I went to home teach some guys in my ward, Lant, Nik, and Luke. When Nik let us in, he said he was keeping the door open because it's a nice day; I said something about bugs getting in. Pretty soon, a bird flew in! It did a typical bird thing by flying into the windows, so we worried about it. Lant wanted to cover up the window above the door to discourage it from flying there, so he put a blanket on a broom and put it at the window to discourage it from going there. That ended up being the solution, but not in the intended way: the bird perched on the blanket, so he was able to lower it down to the level of the door, at which point it flew away.
Last night I had a dream that Taylor Swift was at an intimate work meeting. She now is on the list of celebrities I've dreamed about, joining the ranks of Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Neon Trees, Kelly Clarkson, Mitt and Ann Romney, Barack and Michelle Obama, Bill and Hillary Clinton, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Vito Scotti, One Direction, and Justin Bieber.
There's no way for me to know, but I suspect that the thief was using the money to feed a drug addiction. And when my bike was stolen in Provo in 2010? Probably for drugs. I would suspect that most thefts are motivated by, or at least connected to, drugs. Nearly everyone has had stuff stolen from them at some point, and I bet they're usually connected to drugs.
Illegal drugs such as meth, cocaine, and heroin are, in my honest belief, one of the biggest (if not the biggest) banes of our society. We must do what we can to get rid of the problem. I understand that there are problems with severely punishing addicts, because then they become stigmatized and it becomes harder for them to get help and turn their lives around. So perhaps we shouldn't be too hard on those unfortunate souls who abuse drugs. However, producing and manufacturing drugs (and by "drugs," I mean illegal drugs) is an endeavor that should not be tolerated at all. Drugs kill people, destroy families, ruin buildings, lead to poverty and ignorance, make people make unwise decisions, and cause crime. I don't think there's a penalty too harsh for those who make drugs.
Anyway, I was going to make this an entire rant about drugs, but I decided I'd rather stick to happy, frivolous thoughts.
On Monday night, my stake did a musical performance about Joseph Smith in our regional center. I was amazed that someone thought it was an appropriate place to take her dog, even a well-behaved dog.
When I went running on the Wild Rose Loop yesterday, there were lots of big yellow wildflowers, something like a cross between sunflowers and daisies. (I'm not a botanist.)
When I was a little kid, probably no older than 3, I remember hearing a bird call and thinking it said "Big Bird!" (I was a Sesame Street watcher.) I always wondered what kind of bird it was. This week I learned it was a chickadee. The mystery is finally solved!
We had our stake conference today, and there was a guy who seemed a little awkward sitting near us. His awkwardness was confirmed when he said to one of our members, "So, are you from China or Japan?" (She's actually half Korean.) For a period of time when I was thirteen, I used to watch King of the Hill (I watch cleaner things as an adult than I did as a kid), and there was one episode where Hank asked his Laotian neighbor, "So, are you Chinese or Japanese?" It was TV come to life.
I went to home teach some guys in my ward, Lant, Nik, and Luke. When Nik let us in, he said he was keeping the door open because it's a nice day; I said something about bugs getting in. Pretty soon, a bird flew in! It did a typical bird thing by flying into the windows, so we worried about it. Lant wanted to cover up the window above the door to discourage it from flying there, so he put a blanket on a broom and put it at the window to discourage it from going there. That ended up being the solution, but not in the intended way: the bird perched on the blanket, so he was able to lower it down to the level of the door, at which point it flew away.
Last night I had a dream that Taylor Swift was at an intimate work meeting. She now is on the list of celebrities I've dreamed about, joining the ranks of Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Neon Trees, Kelly Clarkson, Mitt and Ann Romney, Barack and Michelle Obama, Bill and Hillary Clinton, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Vito Scotti, One Direction, and Justin Bieber.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
The middle of spring
I continue to enjoy my research for work. This week I learned that not only is Utah the place where the first transcontinental railroad was completed in 1869, it's also the place where the first transcontinental telegraph was completed in 1861. Being immersed in 1850s Utah history has taken its toll on me: Last night I literally wrote "18" as the beginning of the year in my journal. I was going to write "1850," but as soon as I wrote "18" I realized that that's not even close to the correct year.
On Wednesday I filled out my taxes because I'm an adult now. And of course I had to listen to Jan Terri's "I.R.S."
On Thursday I went to tutoring, as I usually do. I often don't know what to do when I help them with math, but I caught on easily to the math this week. And a sixth-grader there told me he had been waiting for me to help him, which was both flattering and surprising, since I'm not the best at math there. I was happy also that a kid was doing homework about the rock cycle, but unfortunately he didn't need any help.
On Friday night, I wanted to see how close I could get to Ensign Peak on the Bonneville Shoreline Trail. I had looked on Google Earth and some of the trails went way out of the way, so I thought I would go along the main road/trail and see if there was a shortcut. Well, I went as far as I cared to go, and I was beneath Ensign Peak and saw no way up. I'll have to try a different way. But it was a nice little jaunt, and there were some cute pink wildflowers along the way.
Back in 2010 or 2011, I tried running on that trail, but I didn't like it because it was too steep. But today, the hill that was so hard for me then is one of the easier hills. I began really running on hills in the fall of 2013, and now I feel like I can go anywhere I want, instead of being restricted to less steep places. (There are still some really steep places I avoid.)
One time I looked at what I thought was an outcrop along that trail, but it looked like cement, which disappointed me. However, recently I discovered an outcrop of conglomerate rock along the Chukar Loop trail, which means that what I had seen before was probably not cement but an outcropping of conglomerate. It's nice to know what the bedrock of the area is.
Since I do so much trail running, I thought I should get out my bike again, which I haven't ridden since July. It's going to take some time to get up my biking skills and stamina again. It's no wonder I never learned to ride as a kid--I either have to ride on hills, which can be either hard or dangerous, or else I have to transport the bike, which is a hassle.
My YSA ward has a special group for us who are "25+." On one hand, I think it's a brilliant idea--we may all be young single adults, but realistically we can't really date the nineteen-year-olds. (There's a guy in our ward who seems autistic or something, and he created an awkward situation when he tactlessly told a new seventeen-year-old that she shouldn't be in our ward.) On the other hand, it does make me feel a little bit like we're on our way to eternal singlehood.
Anyway, we went down to Thanksgiving Point for their tulip festival. It was lovely, but I can't help thinking, "Why would I pay $15 to see lovely gardens when I can see lovely gardens on Temple Square (or elsewhere) for free?" They had an artificial waterfall, and artificial waterfalls are nothing compared to real waterfalls. We were amused by the names of some of the tulips, such as "Victoria's Secret" and "Teletubby."
(Speaking of Teletubbies, I used to watch that show when I was nine, when I was much older than the intended demographic. I think that it probably stems from the same reason I like Jan Terri videos and 1960s sitcoms today--I just like ridiculous things.)
It was lovely weather this week, and I got to see snow in April, although I hope we get a better snowstorm this month. But I've been thinking about weather and its importance. When I look at the news, the weather is probably the most important thing, because it affects what I'm going to do in the next few days. But years, and even months, from now, the weather today probably affects my life less than anything else. When I read historical documents that talk about the weather, I really don't care too much.
On Wednesday I filled out my taxes because I'm an adult now. And of course I had to listen to Jan Terri's "I.R.S."
On Thursday I went to tutoring, as I usually do. I often don't know what to do when I help them with math, but I caught on easily to the math this week. And a sixth-grader there told me he had been waiting for me to help him, which was both flattering and surprising, since I'm not the best at math there. I was happy also that a kid was doing homework about the rock cycle, but unfortunately he didn't need any help.
On Friday night, I wanted to see how close I could get to Ensign Peak on the Bonneville Shoreline Trail. I had looked on Google Earth and some of the trails went way out of the way, so I thought I would go along the main road/trail and see if there was a shortcut. Well, I went as far as I cared to go, and I was beneath Ensign Peak and saw no way up. I'll have to try a different way. But it was a nice little jaunt, and there were some cute pink wildflowers along the way.
Back in 2010 or 2011, I tried running on that trail, but I didn't like it because it was too steep. But today, the hill that was so hard for me then is one of the easier hills. I began really running on hills in the fall of 2013, and now I feel like I can go anywhere I want, instead of being restricted to less steep places. (There are still some really steep places I avoid.)
One time I looked at what I thought was an outcrop along that trail, but it looked like cement, which disappointed me. However, recently I discovered an outcrop of conglomerate rock along the Chukar Loop trail, which means that what I had seen before was probably not cement but an outcropping of conglomerate. It's nice to know what the bedrock of the area is.
Since I do so much trail running, I thought I should get out my bike again, which I haven't ridden since July. It's going to take some time to get up my biking skills and stamina again. It's no wonder I never learned to ride as a kid--I either have to ride on hills, which can be either hard or dangerous, or else I have to transport the bike, which is a hassle.
My YSA ward has a special group for us who are "25+." On one hand, I think it's a brilliant idea--we may all be young single adults, but realistically we can't really date the nineteen-year-olds. (There's a guy in our ward who seems autistic or something, and he created an awkward situation when he tactlessly told a new seventeen-year-old that she shouldn't be in our ward.) On the other hand, it does make me feel a little bit like we're on our way to eternal singlehood.
Anyway, we went down to Thanksgiving Point for their tulip festival. It was lovely, but I can't help thinking, "Why would I pay $15 to see lovely gardens when I can see lovely gardens on Temple Square (or elsewhere) for free?" They had an artificial waterfall, and artificial waterfalls are nothing compared to real waterfalls. We were amused by the names of some of the tulips, such as "Victoria's Secret" and "Teletubby."
It was lovely weather this week, and I got to see snow in April, although I hope we get a better snowstorm this month. But I've been thinking about weather and its importance. When I look at the news, the weather is probably the most important thing, because it affects what I'm going to do in the next few days. But years, and even months, from now, the weather today probably affects my life less than anything else. When I read historical documents that talk about the weather, I really don't care too much.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Easter week
Sometimes there's really only one or few days each week that is eventful. This week, however, was more eventful. But most of the events were not related or only indirectly related to Easter.
My family had spring break this week, so they went down to southern Utah. However, my status as contingent employee prevented me from going. If I were still an intern, I probably would have been able to go, but no. Instead, I had to stick around and dogsit. My sister has some kind of overly affectionate Yorkie dog, Buddy, so I went over to their house to check in on him on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Do you ever have times where something is annoying, but you don't realize how annoying it is until it's over? A year ago, I went to Big Lots to get an external mouse, and there was a little girl who was whining the entire time I was in the store, and I didn't realize how annoying it was until I got in my car and could still hear the whining. Last February, my family went to see Mary Poppins at Woods Cross High, and there was a young kid who kept loudly fake laughing and mimicking the reactions of others in the audience. Again, I didn't realize how annoying it was until I kept hearing the fake laugh the next day.
So it is with Buddy. His single most annoying characteristic is that he is always in your face and trying to lick you. He's not content to sit in your lap or next to you. No, he has to be sitting or standing on your chest with his face in your face. I didn't realize how annoying it was until I left and realized how relieved I was. Aside from that one characteristic, he's decent.
On Wednesday, I took him running. Let me tell you, it's quite an experience to put your shoes on when there's a dog in your lap trying to lick your face. Running with him was a hassle, because he had to stop and sniff everything. Eventually, he refused to go any further. He wanted to go back in the direction we came from, but when I tried to get him to keep going, he just sat on the sidewalk. When we were returning home, he ran faster than he had gone the entire time.
On Wednesday, I also bought a new laptop. I got another Toshiba Satellite, but this time I got a touchscreen. It's mostly the same, except my screen's a little smaller, and I can touch the screen, although I'm not sure how much I'll use that feature. It always takes time to adjust to a new computer, so I can't really analyze it quite yet.
On Thursday, I had a bit of an adventure. I've been running on the Bonneville Shoreline Trail, and the main trail goes up a hill after a little bit. I have looked down at the flat part below the hill (a Pleistocene beach), and I noticed there's a little trail down there. I'm not sure how official it is, but I see people there. I decided to go see where it went. It definitely isn't a good running trail, as it's narrow and sometimes crosses a ravine. I felt like I was out in the middle of nowhere, even though the city was right below me. I even passed a sign saying "Keep Out: Active Mine Area" (presumably for the gravel pit). I'm a little bit of a scaredy cat, so I got to a point where I felt uncomfortable and turned around without seeing where the trail ultimately ended up. (I looked on Google Earth, and it looks like it kind of ends nowhere special--it ends someplace I can get to an easier way.)
After that trail, I wanted to explore another unofficial trail. This trail just ended up in a ravine, and the trail disappeared. But since I was back there, I thought I would climb up to the top of the hill and come out on the other side, because I seemed to remember seeing a trail there. I found a jawbone of some kind. I was a little perplexed by some manmade ridges on the hill, because I could see no purpose to them. When I got to the top of the hill, there was no trail, so I had to come down on the grass-covered rocks. It wasn't really dangerous, but I was a little uncomfortable, especially since I didn't want to step on any cactuses. I think the "trail" I thought I had seen was actually a rockslide, and it was way too steep to even consider climbing or descending!
On Friday, I decided to go to a mission reunion. When I was freshly home, I would do anything to go to them. Five+ years later, it's not as essential. I had two mission presidents, President Clark and President Palmer, and both of them had reunions that night. I used to go to the Palmer reunions (held on BYU campus) when I was in Provo, because it took me five minutes to walk there as opposed to thirty minutes to drive to the Clark reunion. However, now that I'm no longer in Provo, I didn't want to go to the Palmer reunion. A large part of this is because I only had five months with him, and that entire time I was in one of the outlying areas of the mission. I think he remembers me more from reunions than he does from the mission. And I know hardly anyone else at those reunions. I feel much more comfortable at the Clark reunions, because I know the people at least a little better. Only one of my companions, Elder Wilson, was there. I actually stuck around longer than I wanted to because I heard he was coming.
Then on Saturday, President Palmer was sustained as a new area seventy! I really enjoyed conference this time. I was surprised how different it was. President Monson seemed to be doing well, but I was surprised he only spoke twice. I hope he's doing all right. President Packer isn't long for this world.
My family colored Easter eggs, and I like using crayons on them.
With it being Easter, I've been gorging myself on Easter candy and carrot cake. Carrot cake and clove jelly beans are a means for getting Christmas spices at Easter. I ate way too much, but it's the last time I can eat candy and dessert until I start having patriotic things at Memorial Day weekend--and even then, patriotic candies are unpredictable and inconsistent. You never know what candy will be sold from one year to the next.
But I mustn't get ahead of myself, because time moves too quickly. I just need to enjoy a peaceful spring.
My family had spring break this week, so they went down to southern Utah. However, my status as contingent employee prevented me from going. If I were still an intern, I probably would have been able to go, but no. Instead, I had to stick around and dogsit. My sister has some kind of overly affectionate Yorkie dog, Buddy, so I went over to their house to check in on him on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Do you ever have times where something is annoying, but you don't realize how annoying it is until it's over? A year ago, I went to Big Lots to get an external mouse, and there was a little girl who was whining the entire time I was in the store, and I didn't realize how annoying it was until I got in my car and could still hear the whining. Last February, my family went to see Mary Poppins at Woods Cross High, and there was a young kid who kept loudly fake laughing and mimicking the reactions of others in the audience. Again, I didn't realize how annoying it was until I kept hearing the fake laugh the next day.
So it is with Buddy. His single most annoying characteristic is that he is always in your face and trying to lick you. He's not content to sit in your lap or next to you. No, he has to be sitting or standing on your chest with his face in your face. I didn't realize how annoying it was until I left and realized how relieved I was. Aside from that one characteristic, he's decent.
On Wednesday, I took him running. Let me tell you, it's quite an experience to put your shoes on when there's a dog in your lap trying to lick your face. Running with him was a hassle, because he had to stop and sniff everything. Eventually, he refused to go any further. He wanted to go back in the direction we came from, but when I tried to get him to keep going, he just sat on the sidewalk. When we were returning home, he ran faster than he had gone the entire time.
On Wednesday, I also bought a new laptop. I got another Toshiba Satellite, but this time I got a touchscreen. It's mostly the same, except my screen's a little smaller, and I can touch the screen, although I'm not sure how much I'll use that feature. It always takes time to adjust to a new computer, so I can't really analyze it quite yet.
On Thursday, I had a bit of an adventure. I've been running on the Bonneville Shoreline Trail, and the main trail goes up a hill after a little bit. I have looked down at the flat part below the hill (a Pleistocene beach), and I noticed there's a little trail down there. I'm not sure how official it is, but I see people there. I decided to go see where it went. It definitely isn't a good running trail, as it's narrow and sometimes crosses a ravine. I felt like I was out in the middle of nowhere, even though the city was right below me. I even passed a sign saying "Keep Out: Active Mine Area" (presumably for the gravel pit). I'm a little bit of a scaredy cat, so I got to a point where I felt uncomfortable and turned around without seeing where the trail ultimately ended up. (I looked on Google Earth, and it looks like it kind of ends nowhere special--it ends someplace I can get to an easier way.)
After that trail, I wanted to explore another unofficial trail. This trail just ended up in a ravine, and the trail disappeared. But since I was back there, I thought I would climb up to the top of the hill and come out on the other side, because I seemed to remember seeing a trail there. I found a jawbone of some kind. I was a little perplexed by some manmade ridges on the hill, because I could see no purpose to them. When I got to the top of the hill, there was no trail, so I had to come down on the grass-covered rocks. It wasn't really dangerous, but I was a little uncomfortable, especially since I didn't want to step on any cactuses. I think the "trail" I thought I had seen was actually a rockslide, and it was way too steep to even consider climbing or descending!
On Friday, I decided to go to a mission reunion. When I was freshly home, I would do anything to go to them. Five+ years later, it's not as essential. I had two mission presidents, President Clark and President Palmer, and both of them had reunions that night. I used to go to the Palmer reunions (held on BYU campus) when I was in Provo, because it took me five minutes to walk there as opposed to thirty minutes to drive to the Clark reunion. However, now that I'm no longer in Provo, I didn't want to go to the Palmer reunion. A large part of this is because I only had five months with him, and that entire time I was in one of the outlying areas of the mission. I think he remembers me more from reunions than he does from the mission. And I know hardly anyone else at those reunions. I feel much more comfortable at the Clark reunions, because I know the people at least a little better. Only one of my companions, Elder Wilson, was there. I actually stuck around longer than I wanted to because I heard he was coming.
Then on Saturday, President Palmer was sustained as a new area seventy! I really enjoyed conference this time. I was surprised how different it was. President Monson seemed to be doing well, but I was surprised he only spoke twice. I hope he's doing all right. President Packer isn't long for this world.
My family colored Easter eggs, and I like using crayons on them.
With it being Easter, I've been gorging myself on Easter candy and carrot cake. Carrot cake and clove jelly beans are a means for getting Christmas spices at Easter. I ate way too much, but it's the last time I can eat candy and dessert until I start having patriotic things at Memorial Day weekend--and even then, patriotic candies are unpredictable and inconsistent. You never know what candy will be sold from one year to the next.
But I mustn't get ahead of myself, because time moves too quickly. I just need to enjoy a peaceful spring.
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