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Sunday again. Beautiful day today. A little cold, but no rain. I love to go to church and today was no exception. I am LDS and we have three different sessions all in one block when we go to church. First we have our general meeting where we partake of the sacrament and listen to speakers. Then we have our class time (Sunday School), then the women and men and children separate into another class time.

In our women's class time, we do a little spotlight on a sister and on a young woman. Each sister chooses a card (any card) and reads the question on the card and then answers the question. Oh, did I mention that the sister and the young woman both have to go up front and stand in front of all the other sisters and young women?

The question I got was,, "Where was the most memoable place you have ever visited or lived? Why?" The question the young woman got was, "What was the hardest thing you have ever done?"

The young woman went first. She said that caving was the hardest thing she had ever done. She said that it was cold, she got bruised and lacerated, she could hardly see, and she didn't enjoy it at all. I said that giving $20,000 to the IRS was the hardest thing I had ever done.

We had received a lot of retirement pay when Kenyon left his first job of 20 years. We were advised by an accountant to just put the money towards a house and we would be OK. Even though we received numerous messages from a government agency that we would be held liable for taxes for that money if we didn't put it in a protected account, we just left it in a fund for a house. Well guess what, when it came time to do taxes, the accountant said, "Oh let's see the government owes you this much money." I wasn't comfortable with that, so I took the return to H & R Block and they said, "Oh, let's see you owe the government $20K."

Who knows if the IRS would have caught that error. I don't. I didn't want to take the chance, so I paid the $20K in taxes. That was the hardest thing I have ever done.

Then we went to my question, and I said, "The most memorable place I have ever lived was in Vancouver, Washington." I told the sisters about how it was so green there, the flowers were the most vibrant colors and how we hated to mow the lawn because it felt like committing murder because the grass was so green and alive. The young woman's answer to that question was, "Disneyland."

How are Sundays for you? Do you get a break from the rest of the week? I do. That's one of the things I like about Sunday--I get a break from the rest of the week.

Nuff Said
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