I think I’m ok, though. Even though I forgot my iPhone in the car last night and had no choice but to give Peter Pan my full and undivided attention. Grandma Kathy invited us to the show at the Nampa Civic Center, so we met at her house after work and got into her minivan. I’m still trying to figure out how I managed to grab my purse but not my phone. I must confess that it turned out to be a wonderful mistake that I’ll continue to make in the future.
Before we left, Grandma handed me something that looked like a Thank You or Happy Birthday card, but featuring a picture of the huge Mormon Temple on Cole and Overland. I go by it virtually every day on my way to downtown, and even though I’m not too crazy about churches, I do love the way it looks from the outside in the summer, with all those beautiful flowers shining in every color all around the place. I took the card with interest, wondering what could be written inside that had anything to do with someone like me. Surprisingly enough, I liked what I saw.
I had forgotten about the renovations going on at the Temple for the last few months. There were people demonstrating when the work first started, I don’t know, something about a union or otherwise a message in favor of the workers, but they disappeared after a while. Now there is some woman with a sign that reads “Is Mormonism Christian?” and the kids ask me about every time we drive by. Thanks, lady.
Apparently, it’s customary to open the Temples up to the public for a couple of weeks after they’re built or renovated, before dedicating them again only to Church members in good standing. During the open house, the public can ask questions and learn about the different functions of the temple.
Needless to say, I jumped at the opportunity and made reservations to go with the kids tonight after our playdate with Rontxo. Grandma Kathy assured me the Temple is solidly built and won’t crash down when I go in. Now I’m just a tad worried that I’ll be the one going down in flames if I stay too long, but I will not pass this once in a lifetime opportunity to go into a forbidden place, even if it’s a church. Besides, the kids and I will learn about a piece of Grandma’s life we have really no knowledge about, and that alone it’s a very good thing.
- The “Baga, Biga, Higa” concert organized by the Rhode Island Basque Club, a great success
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