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Sunday, October 12, 2008

I've decided I have too many blogs

So for the forseeable future, I will just stick to:  www.livejournal.com/~tricia_v
But I'll try to be more judicious with the friends-only option, since I know a lot of people don't have livejournal, and even those who do don't necessarily have me friended.


Saturday, October 11, 2008

The dream of the white horse

I had a dream the other night that we were living in our house on Green Street and we were having a picnic in the front yard, and then a white horse started walking down the street from the north.  When I looked up at it, I saw a tornado approaching from the northwest, and called for everyone to get into the basement.  My older children got into the house ahead of me, and I was holding the hand of my youngest, but when we got to the basement I didn't see my older children, and the next second the gale demolished the house. 

The next part of my dream I was more watching myself than being myself, as I wrote an email to my family saying my oldest had been lost and my next oldest was gravely injured.  And I was aware that what had happened to my older children was that once they were in the house, they had taken shelter in the bathroom rather than going into the basement.  Once under the roof, their impulse was to hide.

But as I woke enough to know it was a dream and my children weren't really dead, it seemed to me to be a retelling of the parable of the 10 virgins (I had been pondering what it meant, in that context, to be foolish or wise). 

Sharing from my meeting this morning:
I am trying to write today a bit more about my dream about the white horse and the tornado that in my dream killed my oldest child. She thought the roof of the house would be shelter.
But the shelter was to go into the basement, into the foundations.
In the dream, my youngest, the clingy one, stayed with me and was saved.
As I related this to the parable of the ten virgins, the house is the church
The daughter who relied on her own sense trusted in the upward structure of the house, or as Elder Crobridge put it, the achievements of the world.
The upward , the outward, the sensible
While the little child followed her parent into the basement, the foundations. A phrase that has been going through my head a lot lately
"Behold the condescension of God"
And as Christ told the nephites
"I have glorified the father in taking upon me the sins of the world"
He did not glorify the father by leading a sinless life (though it was involved in what did glorify the father)
But by taking on him our sins in the atonement. That is what brought to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.
Partaking of the divine nature is not a process of striving upward, but by reaching down.


Friday, September 19, 2008

How often do politics and ophthalmology collide?

English is not the doctor's first language, so it was particularly funny when she came up with a bon mot regarding Sarah Palin's glasses the other day.  An optics lab rep came by to discuss the Palin situation the other day, the day after the make and model number was released and it became clear that the actual glasses would be hard to get hold of.  We have some pretty close knock offs and the shape of the lens, which Palin customized, can be put on a variety of rimless frames.  It's funny to me that the one set of glasses has become so popular, since I've seen here wear at least 4 different pairs.  But it's the set she wears on the cover of Time, so what can we do? 

Anyway, the office manager asked why people liked them so much, and the doctor said "because they make her look like a naughty librarian."  We all laughed, blue and red alike, and that's the funny thing about Palin.  It doesn't matter whether you love her or hate her, she's just plain fun to talk about.  In this race of political sensitivity, that's really refreshing.  I'm certain my friend who posted the PETA lolcat image hates her, but it still made me laugh.


Saturday, September 06, 2008

Look! An update!

I started working as a clerk in an ophthalmologist's office.  I only noticed that stray h in that word on, like, Wednesday.  It is a word with many mysterious letters in it.  It is interesting work.  Sometimes I worry it's a bit too interesting, like it's sucking up my energy that I want to have for other stuff such as writing or fending off illness.  I had mentioned on galacticcactus' stuff forum that I haven't had a job that really challenged my mind before.  Well, I think this job might if I work at it long enough.  I mean, there's robot stuff just like at any job.  But I am moving a bit into the medical assistant role.  They still prefer to have someone else assist on procedures, since I haven't been gut-checked yet, I guess.  I mean, I can imagine that seeing eyes do things you've never really thought of them doing might test the gut.  Some people faint when they see blood.  I get that way when I see my kids' blood. 

Anyway.  I'm wondering if I have an idea for the 7 page script at the LDS film festival this year.  We'll see.  I had a funny idea last year about a man and a woman getting haircuts in adjacent booths, and it turns out they are talking about each other.  I was going to call it "Unisex".  But I didn't really know if that was such a great idea.  I guessed the first line would be "When I was a kid, I figured "unisex" was a dirty word, but it seemed like if that was the case, they wouldn't emblazon it on the window of a salon.  It confused the heck out of me."

"So when did you figure it out?"

I think that line would have to open the husband's conversation, since I always let the stylist lead the smalltalk.  My husband is they type to carry his end.

And I guess that was the trouble, it being a story about me and my husband. 


Saturday, August 23, 2008

12 years ago today

I had my oldest child, which was not my first child.  We are having pizza at my sister's house and using her internet!  They have their screen resolution set funny.  It's like being a time traveler.

We watched a movie last night that made me think some thoughts that were good and also not so good.  Mostly, I think it was just really messed up. 

But something I feel more like talking about was watching "Stand by me" last week.  Chris kept encouraging Wesley (sorry, I don't remember if he was really called Denny in the movie) to be a writer.  Of course, I don't know if it was autobiographical, and if Stephen King really should have been encouraged.  I mean, maybe I shouldn't be so judgemental.  I've never read any of his stuff, but I really liked that one show, and The Longest Walk seemed like a pretty interesting story when I read a summary of it on wikipedia. 



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