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Ten Things of Thankful: What a Difference a Week Makes Edition

I'm writing this on Friday, January 9th, and am rather amazed at how much (and how little) can happen in just one week's time. 


Last Friday, we were on our way to Utah, to attend the wedding of a nephew.  I'm thankful (1) that we left as early as we did.




We had no traffic problems, although there was a little bit of looky-loo slowing for a fully-engulfed-in-flames car on the opposite side of the freeway.  Strangely enough, later that day in around the same location (I learned from a friend's facebook post), a semi-trailer also caught on fire.  That incident caused a delay of many, many hours.  Our normally-ten hour trip was indeed, ten hours.  

I'm thankful (2) that we did get to see beautiful snow, and that it was not on the road.



I'm thankful (3) for the beautiful moon rise, sharing the sky with an airplane contrail.   The photo doesn't do it justice. (Of course, I didn't expect any photo taken through a car window while traveling at 80 mph would! [Yes, the speed limit is 80 mph in Utah.])



I'm thankful (4) for the chance to spend time with extended family. Not only did we attend a beautiful wedding and reception, we spent time playing all sorts of board games (at John's parents' house, not during the events, of course).




Can you tell these two are brother and sister?





As I'm looking through my photos, I realize that the groom's immediate family must have been busy, as I have very few photos (and fewer still that were good) of them.  However, I'm thankful  for John's sister's family (5), for the newlyweds (6) and for love (7).




On Sunday, we went to a live taping of Music and the Spoken Word.  John's mom loves to watch the television broadcast each week.  John had never been to the live performance, and wanted a chance to go with his mom.  As an added bonus, her favorite singer, Alex Boyé was singing with the choir that day.  I'm thankful for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir (8).



Monday, we drove home uneventfully.  Tuesday, I attempted to transition back to real life.  All day long, I was forgetting appointments and other things I was supposed to do.  When I realized I forgot to pick Willow up on time, John and I had the following text conversation:



I felt discombobulated all day long. 

Wednesday, I was thankful to wake up with a sore throat (9).  I wasn't thankful to be under the weather, but I was thankful to realize that my mental problems on Tuesday were most likely due to the fact I was coming down with something.  

I slept for about 48 hours straight.  Today (Friday), I have been awake more than I've been asleep, but I am still composing this from my comfy bed.  I'm thankful for John (10), who not only takes care of me, but also keeps me from overextending myself.  (I am "not allowed" to do dishes, for example.)

I feel a bit embarrassed that a seemingly simple cold has utterly wiped me out, and that I've gotten practically nothing accomplished the past three days.  I'm hoping to be back to normal very soon--and with John's care, I'm sure I will be!  


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  1. At least you can laugh about your discombobulation while it is happening. :)
    Beautiful photos from the wedding!
    Sleeping 48 hours straight? Um, yeah, I'm thinking your body was trying to tell you something.
    Let John take over and get better properly!

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    1. John and I are signed up to run a 10 K a week from today, so you better believe I will be doing everything I can to be "up and running" by then!

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  2. Glad to hear that your trip was a good one and that you getting the rest your body needs.

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    1. Thanks. It was a nice trip, and I'm certainly resting now!

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  3. I hope you will feel better soon.
    The wedding photos are beautiful.

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  4. Hope you feel better soon.
    Hey! I was there!* I recall driving out from Salt Lake City to Bonneville Salt Flats… very not New England.
    (ok… it's always fun with the Doctrine, lets try photo #6): she's a scott and he's a clark!

    * in Utah**
    ** well, a couple of years ago***
    *** but still lol

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    1. Thanks. I've been to New England years ago, and you're right--it's not very Utahn. I do love the mountains, but I also love the green. And, of course, I love the history of both places.

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  5. I bet the choir were awesome! There's nothing quite like live music done well :)

    I hope you're well and truly better now. It's awful when something like a cold wipes you out, but it really, truly does. UTTERLY. And all you can do is roll over and accept it (or whine about it but be forced to be stiller than normal).

    The wedding looks like it was fun :)

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    1. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir really is awesome. Music and the Spoken Word is the longest running radio (and now television) broadcast--it's going on 86 years! When the taping is over, the conductor turns to the audience, and the choir and orchestra members sing, "God Be With You Till We Meet Again" to the congregation. Very touching.

      I think I've turned the corner on this silly cold. I'm hoping to finally get the Christmas decorations put away this coming week!

      The wedding was fun. My nephew and his wife are a cute couple.

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  6. Hey, I composed mine from bed, too! I've been in bed more than not this whole week, and I am really hoping next week will be a reverse of that situation. Brian is hoping so, too.
    Those on the road photos are capital G Gorgeous! Gorgeous!
    I am thankful for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, too, and I'm not even Mormon!

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    1. I managed to leave the house for an hour today, and I've moved out of bed to the couch now, so that's progress. I hope you can shake off your illness soon, too--you've certainly had it long enough!

      I love the snowy mountains of Utah. As for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, it has been called "America's Choir," so I don't think you have to be Mormon to like it! :-)

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  7. wow, hope you are feeling better! That illness stuff aint for no sissies! You have to love a family willing to mugg it up for the in car selfie!

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    1. I was even more impressed that I was given the OK to post that photo! :-)

      I'm feeling a bit better, which is good. John and I run a 10 K in one week. Hopefully I won't be coughing through the whole thing. Breathing is good.

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  8. Sounds like a wonderful wedding and time with family. Board games are great - I love times like that.
    Hope you are feeling better soon!
    My Mom had opportunity to sing with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir - or met them - or something. Many years ago in DC. I have to ask her now because I can't remember right.

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    1. I'm curious about your mom's encounter with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir--you'll have to let me know what you find out!

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  9. I'm sorry you've been sick! How sweet of John to take care of you so and not allow you to do any work. While my husband is a pretty good nurse, I always think back to when I was pretty pregnant with my daughter and we were moving into our house and arranging furniture and he asked me if I could lift my end of the sofa a little higher.... :)
    Those mountains in Utah! Gorgeous! Snow on the ground and not the road is even better. Glad your trip was safe. Love the car selfie!
    And I love all the family pictures from the wedding! You obviously had a lovely time.

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    1. And did you lift the sofa higher? :-) I was not pregnant at the time, but we do have a story of one time when John's car died on the freeway and we needed to push start it. I wasn't comfortable popping the clutch, so I was the one pushing (uphill, of course) and John was yelling out the window, "Faster, Kristi, faster!" Thankfully it was just his little Anglia, and we did get it started. Husbands, you gotta love 'em.

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  10. And now I know how your trip was! The photos from the car are beautiful and it looks like you all had a wonderful time with friends and family at the wedding.

    As for burning cars - I have never seen one and think I'm okay with that. But how odd to have two in the same general area. - Louise

    Hope you are on the mend - 48 hours of sleep sounds wondrous - Louise

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    1. Fortunately, it appeared that everyone got out of the car OK. There was a woman talking on a cell phone, and we imagined the conversation went something like this: "Honey, the engine overheated. . . "

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  11. Those pictures of the wedding are great! ! ! and those mountains...I could swoon.

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  12. Discombobulated! Don't you just love that word? I do think you are right that your coming down with something is probably what threw you off your game. When I am sick discombobulated is just how I feel, too!

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  13. So sorry you've been under the weather Kristi! Gargle with warm salt water and eat chicken soup! No time to be sick! There's a race to run!!
    You did the best thing though. Staying in bed. Cures all sorts of maladies:)
    All the pictures are great but the second one, with the 2 trucks....I love that picture. It's strikes me as somewhat surreal. Very cool.

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  14. The scenery and family are both very beautiful. I'm glad you had what sounds like a wonderful trip. So sorry you're under the weather and I hope you are back on your feet soon!

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