minor highlights

I suppose this week's highlights aren't all that exciting.

I've been thinking recently how I've had my phone for nearly four years (in July), and it's still going strong, so I don't want a new one. But this week, I noticed that it seemed to be bulging a bit. I would rather just replace the battery than get a whole new phone. I called around to a few places (mostly chain stores), but they didn't have a Pixel 6 battery in stock. It would take a few days to get one.

But I found a local business, Mr. Vik in Kaysville, that seemed to have one in stock. So I drove up there on Thursday, but the guy in charge didn't think the bulge was a problem, since it was so small. He said I only needed to worry about it if it got bigger. 

Well, two days later, I noticed that it was indeed bigger. So I went back on Saturday, and he agreed that it was bulging. So an hour later, I had a new phone battery! It's a little thing, but I'm so pleased that I got a new battery without the cost of a new phone and the hassle of transferring everything over. And it also seems more ecofriendly to keep using something I already have.

Speaking of ecofriendly, the City of North Salt Lake hosted another event to pull myrtle spurge from Springhill Geologic Park. I go there all the time (when I only have time for a short run), and I am very concerned about invasive plants, and it's almost Earth Day, so I went, just like I did last year. While the bulk of volunteers stayed fairly close to the gathering spot, I went to a place where I knew there was a ton of spurge growing. I ended up filling three black garbage bags, and it seemed like it wasn't a dent. 

All that bright green stuff is spurge

But I did hear one of the guys in charge saying that there was a lot less than last year where they purged before. So maybe some progress is being made.

I definitely used muscles I don't usually use, and I wonder if I should spend more time pulling spurge from the Wild Rose Trail, as I have done in the past. But it is a bit of a commitment, especially since you have to wear protective clothing. Invariably I get a rash on my wrist where the sap touches my skin. What a horrible plant! But I already spend a great deal of time pulling goatheads in the summer and fall.

This week I was making my bed, and Reggie wouldn't get off. He provides no tangible benefit to my life, and yet I am so happy to have him around.

And I suppose the other noteworthy thing was running six evenings this week. April and May are wonderful months for the trails, and there are lots of wildflowers in bloom.

Smallflower woodlandstar on Wild Rose (it's hard to photograph)

arrowleaf balsamroot on Wild Rose

longleaf phlox on Wild Rose

common paintbrush above Wild Rose

tufted evening primrose, one of my favorites, at Springhill Geologic Park

Aspens are best in the fall, but they're also cool in the spring!

Yellowbells in North Canyon

North Canyon

Glacier lilies in North Canyon

Lead-Up to Easter

This will be another one of those posts where I just tell you what I did every day. I never said it would be interesting.

Back in October, I bought some new trail running shoes that happened to be Halloween colors. My Garmin app lets me track gear over time, so I input them into the app as "Halloween shoes 🎃." I'm quickly approaching four hundred miles, so I went up to Salt Lake Running Company in Centerville to get a new pair. They brought out the exact same model, even the same color, so I didn't even have to try them on. It was a quick in and out!

While I was up there, I went running on some of the Centerville trails for a change. There are lots of trails and dirt roads up there, so it's easy to get confused, and I ended up running on an ATV trail. I hate feeling like I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be, but there weren't clear signs. I did a trail race up there back in 2017, so it was a little familiar, but still somewhat confusing.

Arrowleaf balsamroot!

On Tuesday after work, I stopped at the Other Side Thrift Boutique, where I bought a couple of nice shirts. It feels justifiable to buy "new" clothes from a thrift shop, since it's better for the environment and better for the wallet. (I still worry about closet space.) Only after I got home did I realize that one of the shirts perfectly matches a pair of socks I already had! 

I also like the 2010-era style. Back in 2010, I still somewhat felt that I wasn't allowed to wear stylish clothing

And I also made an Eastertime Trader Joe's run. Everyone loves Cadbury Mini Eggs, but I prefer the egglike Trader Joe's Candy Coated Dark Chocolate Almonds. 

glacier lilies from a Tuesday run

Our apple blossoms

In the evening, I filed my taxes. There are certainly other things I would rather do, but it's nice to have it done. 

Wednesday was a chilly day, and we realized that our furnace was out. So the rest of the week, my parents have been talking with various furnace companies to try to find a replacement. It was April Fools' Day, which isn't one of my canonized holidays, but I had to try the Crumbl everything bagel cookie, which was available for that day only. Various food companies advertise weird products for April Fools', and I was glad to see one of them actually do it for once. It was OK. 

Around Valentine's Day, I took my bike in for a tuneup, and Wednesday evening, I rode it for the first time since the tuneup. The brakes and the right shifting are a lot smoother, but the left shifting was worse, basically impossible on the uphill. That was frustrating.

And in the evening, my friend Sean invited me to a Passover dinner. I think we were careful to make sure we weren't doing an actual Jewish ritual, just having a Passover-inspired meal. (Recently, the Wayfare Slack channel had a discussion about doing Passover dinners like this; one person thought it was inappropriate, but the rest of us thought it was fine.) Sean made lamb, we had unleavened crackers and "bitter herbs" (greens), and I brought grape juice, including some of our own home-canned juice. (This winter, my dad hacked away at our grape vines, so I hope they grow back.) 

Thursday was snowy, which was refreshing! But cold, since the furnace was out. I took my bike back into the shop, and they couldn't re-create the issue on the rack (or whatever they call that thing they hang the bike on to do repairs). They made some adjustments and offered me some tips. In the evening, I swam with the swim team again.

On Friday, I biked to the top of the Summerwood neighborhood. The shifting was better that it had been on Friday, but it still wasn't ideal. It's just so frustrating that it doesn't work properly right after a tuneup. And I don't have the mechanical skills to fix it myself. But I'm always proud of myself when I can get to the top of the difficult ride. I climbed 1,000 feet in about 3 miles, for a total of 6.8 miles when you include the downhill.

On Saturday, we received our Easter baskets, and I'm glad my mom still gives us Easter candy even though there are no kids around anymore. 

And we also colored eggs. Back in 2010, my BYU FHE group introduced me to using colored crayons on eggs. (Before that, we only ever used the clear crayons that come with the dye kits.) And I really love being creative with crayons and dye. 

These are the five I colored.

Saturday evening, I had a mission reunion with my first mission president. I haven't had one with him since 2018, and I haven't been to one at all since 2019. Two of my companions were there, and there were some other missionaries I served around. I feel a little bad about people I've unfriended on Facebook over the years, but it feels weird to be friends with people you barely know.

I have complicated feelings about my mission, and missions in general, these days. I'm glad to see the Church placing a greater emphasis on service missions. I especially think tracting is dumb; even as a missionary, I called it "eating shirts," because it felt as futile as trying to eat a shirt. But it was an experience that helped me grow in so many important ways. (Except physically—I shrank instead!)

They had scrapbooks with all our transfer board pictures. This is mine!

One of the guys I talked to was embarrassed as he remembered what a weird kid he was. And I, myself, was weirder than most. But I pointed out that if we didn't look back and think we were weird, then it would mean we haven't been progressing since then—so it's a good thing we think we were weird. But I was seriously so, so disproportionately weird.

After the reunion, I stopped at the always quirky Brooker's Founding Flavors, where I had their carrot cake ice cream. 

Speaking of carrot cake, I made a chocolate carrot cake for our family Easter lunch. I made it last year after I had a dream about chocolate carrot cookies, and I loved it so much I wanted to make it again. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out. 

My sister's cherry tree

It's been a decent Easter. I'm sad it's not as late as last year (April 20)—but next year it will be on March 28, which makes me sad. In 2038, it will be April 25, which is the latest it can ever be. That's a long time from now, and yet I remember 2014 Eastertime pretty well.