A Day of Rest

 After choir practice yesterday, Big T and I were asked to sing in Sacrament meeting the third week of October.  Yikes.  We settled on hymn # 240 "Each Life That Touches Our For Good."  Big T began playing a beautiful bottom hand and, but he decided it wasn't quite right.  I have more confidence in him in the music arena than I do myself.  I thought it was great.  Anyway, we are a work in progress, so it will sound beautiful to him too by the performance.  (I hope.)

 A walking friend of mine gave the lesson in R.S. and did a really great job--Hooray!!  I asked a question and it brought up many more--"Do children who die before the age of 8, bic or not, have their temple work done?"  The answer was no.  So, here is the confusion, Big T thought Alex's temple work was done.  Was it?  Or is he taken care of because he was bic?

 Big news, I was called as assistant den leader for the wolves.  Me.  Cub scouts.  Never again will I say that a particular calling is something I would do if called, but it would be my last choice on earth.  It's growing on me.  I bought my shirt today--wow!  It was the most expensive ugly shirt I've ever bought.  Never before have I spent that much money on any shirt, ever.  I wanted to go to DI and get one, but they don't have any because people buy them and then sell them on e-bay.  Bother.  Pack night is Tuesday; I'll let you know how it goes.