Seven months minus five days ago I arrived in Utah. I brought, or expected to need to buy, plenty of cold-weather clothing. Yet just today, the day before Thanksgiving, the weather feels wintery. Snow is falling, and my walk across the street from the stake center after choir practice an hour and a half ago, when the precipitation was merely rain, was chilling. But in about five months I will leave here, so less than half my year will be mountain-cold.
My two hours as trainer went quickly, and I did not get as far along as I would have liked with an additional in-service lesson, since there were four missionaries in training, and questions did come up. I enjoy the interaction with those who are learning.
I spent an hour as floor manager, but there were few guests who came in during that time. Then I had an hour as pager, but there was little going on then, also. Then off to lunch, and back for a time as certifier. The first hour there was no one signed up, so I got to down to escalation on B-2. That was a quick, productive trip. The folks down there are so good at fixing Family Tree problems, and today was no exception.
The second hour of certification I had a new certifier shadowing me. That kind of makes me chuckle, since I do not always follow the instructions. Today was no exception, as the person certifying did things differently, but had totally good reasoning behind the unorthodox answers.
Choir practice went well, except the chapel never did warm up. We are enjoying learning Christmas music, as well one more Thanksgiving-type hymn: Let All That Dwell Below the Skies.
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