I notice that Michael and I tend to record just our adventures, which makes it seem that most of our days are not filled with such things as cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming and going to work. I am here to report that much of our time is taken up with day to day chores, and for the record we try to keep up with them, and with our borrowed garden and grasshopper/deer infested yard, we both try to practice every day (I am taking piano lessons, and Michael guitar lessons), we do our best to get some sort of daily exercise, we make sometimes feeble attempts to keep up with the families and individuals we have been assigned to watch over from our ward, we on occasion get to spend time with our children and their families, and if there is time left over, we try to fit in some choose time – and hopefully some adventures.
My choose time has been hampered with a sore neck that started during a pickleball game several months ago. I tried to play for a couple more weeks, but finally gave up because it hurt too much. It is hard to play pickleball when you can’t turn your head. Tennis started soon after that and I have only played a little here and there before I have had to say uncle and take myself off the roster. I have seen a chiropractor, a doctor, and now a physical therapist is working on me and I surely hope to be back to normal soon! A sore neck just seems like such a small problem to be giving me so much grief! I tried tennis again this week, and was again disappointed by my neck that doesn’t want to let me have fun.
For Michael, the getting old problem has been his knee and his continuing stomach troubles. We were very hopeful that he would feel much better after getting his gall blaldder out, but he has been a little disappointed to feel sort of the same since. I am trying to convince him that life can still be fun if you walk instead of run, because your knees feel better, but it is going to take some convincing to get him to slow down.
So those are some things we are trying to be brave about.
I lucked into an adventure on Monday – Michael spent the day at work but I spent it at Tony Grove up in Logan Canyon. I went with my friend Marie and some of her family. We started the day with a hike to the top of Naomi Peak. We had some kids along – Marie’s great neice and nephews, which made the going quite slow. That was nice because when we finally got everyone to the top, it didn’t feel like we had done all that much work. I was surprised to find out that we had climbed close to 2000 feet! It is one of those peaks that feels like the top of the world with views all the way around – it was beautiful! We had about 15 minutes or more on the way down where we were not exactly sure where one of the kids (about 8 years old) was. He decided he couldn’t make it to the top, and was going to wait for us but wasn’t there when we came back. I was amazed at his calm mother who just assumed he had started down the trail. I, the catastrophisizer, was looking at trails leading other directions and remembering the search helicopters we had seen in the Uintahs last week. Despite my worries, we eventually passed someone on their way up who reported they had passed little boy in a blue shirt on his way down. I was very happy to hear that.
We made it back to the lake and spent the rest of the day lazily paddling around in Marie’s kayaks and reading books. She and I were successful in taking her little grand daughter out for a ride/nap that lasted 45 minutes or so. I thought I was paddling pretty lazily, but that might have had something to do with how bad the next morning’s tennis felt on my neck now that I think of it.
For me the real need for bravery has come about with our scuba lessons. I am a scaredy-cat! It just doesn’t feel all that natural to put yourself way under the water, especially in the ocean. I am SO excited to go and see under there, but SO scared! But our second class this week was not as scary as the first one – in fact I was scared before but not hardly scared at all in the class and did all the crazy stuff with really no problems. So now I am not that afraid of scuba diving in an 8 foot deep swimming pool. Very brave, right?? Next, we will go to the crater at Midway and learn to go much deeper. So I am scared again. But I think I can do that. Mostly I am scared when I think about jumping off a boat into the ocean. I am going with Michael to San Diego in a couple weeks and every time we talk about maybe trying a dive there I get feeling a bit wound up ( Michael will be laughing when he reads that I characterized that as “a bit”). I am pretty sure that diving will be amazing and when I get used to getting myself equalized and breathing comfortably under water, it will be awesome.
Anyway, we went and saw the new Mission Impossible movie this week, and scuba diving is not in the least dangerous or adventurous. Kind of boring, really.