Just another day. . .

Well, I think I'm ready to begin posting again, after a 4-month hiatus, thanks to the encouragement of family members. I'm not exactly sure why I stopped in the first place -- overwork, fatigue, testing, depression, inability to find anything humorous or entertaining in my life to write about. I think maybe I just couldn't take the pressure. See, I had imagined that I was writing to some ethereal cyber-audience, so I felt I had to be consistently witty, pithy, and entertaining, because who knew when some talent scout from Random House or Doubleday would happen upon my blog and think, "Eureka! This is the most original and brilliant literary talent of the century!" and post a comment offering me an immediate book deal, which I would, of course, accept and for which I would win the Pulitzer Prize and become an overnight multi-millionaire. The pressure to perform under that kind of scrutiny was too much, and I'm afraid I caved under the stress. I realize that I must write to a different audience if I am to be consistent -- family, friends, and other sympathetic bloggers. To all my faithful cyber-readers who relied on my wit, wisdom, and insight to give meaning to their humdrum lives -- I'm sorry I let you down, but -- you need to get a life. To all you literary scouts -- you'll have to look elsewhere. You'll find no Hemingway or Austen here. . . So, that said, I was complaining to my granddaughter about having nothing interesting to write about, and she said that if she were writing a blog, she would "make up stuff" to write about. I thought that sounded like fun, but not really appropriate for someone of my sophistication and maturity -- and not really fair to my faithful readers who expect something profound from my posts. So, I decided to simply tell you about my day, which was just a typical Sabbath Day in my life. . .

The alarm went off at 5:00 AM, and I arose from my bed, rested, refreshed, and eager to begin my day. I felt no pain whatsoever in my knees or ankles and no pressure at all from my weak bladder, so I immediately dropped to my knees for my morning prayer. Half an hour later, I arose and made my way to my sparkling, spacious bathroom where I showered, brushed, and "made up" my face. Back downstairs, I put a roast and vegetables in the crockpot and a dessert in the fridge. Usually, I cook my family a hot Sunday breakfast, but since it was Fast Sunday I just retired to my office for an hour of reading and pondering the scriptures. Gathering my supplies, I left for Church, arriving an hour early -- plenty of time to see to my Ward Librarian duties and gather supplies for the Primary class I was substitute-teaching. After setting up my classroom, I entered the chapel, where my loving family awaited me. They had even saved me a seat in my favorite pew! The testimonies were inspiring -- especially my own, which left hardly a dry eye in the congregation. My Primary class was reverent, attentive, and engaged, and all the children begged me to teach them every Sunday from now on. At the end of the meetings, I "closed up shop" in the library and headed to my car, still bright-eyed and invigorated. I drove home in my air-conditioned car that smelled like honeysuckle and pulled into my drive, pausing to gaze at my lush, manicured lawn and my thriving flower garden. I glanced at my neighbor's yard, which was full of garden hoses, riding toys, clotheslines, and dog piles, and said a silent prayer of gratitude.

Inside, I entered my gleaming, air-conditioned kitchen, where the aroma of pot roast and carrots made my mouth water. The grandchildren read books and colored in the playroom while I set a beautiful table, including an arrangement of daisies and lilies from my own garden. During dinner, which was cooked to perfection, we discussed what we had learned in our lessons that day, and the children ate everything on their plates. After clearing the dinner table, I sat down to write personal, inspiring letters to all the sisters on my Visiting Teaching list. I had no sooner finished when Christine and her family stopped by for a visit. The men sat in the living room, discussing the Mysteries of the Kingdom, while we women visited outside on our wrap-around porch and the children played house in our large gazebo.

After a while, we strolled down the garden path to our private pond, where the children fed bread to the ducks and swans that live there. When the fireflies appeared, we strolled back to the house, where we all gathered in our spacious family room to sing hymns and bear testimonies to one another. After kneeling in family prayer, Christine and her family bid us a fond good-bye and left for home. The grandchildren went to bed, and I returned to my office, where I completed two pages - 40 names - on the Family Search Indexing website. Then I decided to write a post telling about my wonderful -- but completely typical -- day. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

There. Wasn't that a lot more interesting than some make-believe story?