8:30 am church. I suppose it was better than Ball's 2:30 pm time slot last year. Their building had four wards meeting in it. But, we made it with a minute to spare. Unfortunately not early enough to get a soft seat. It was a beautiful meeting though with music and only one speaker. Kevin, who is the 1st counselor in the Bishopric, said that it was his idea when he was called as a counselor to suggest a musical Sacrament Meeting on Easter Sunday and the Sunday before Christmas. I liked the idea.
We attended Sunday School with Candace and then returned to the chapel to attend Sacrament Meeting with Linda (Grandpa was still sick). She had a very noisy ward but had scored a comfy seat. Lots of young children, but also lots that should have been taken out of the meeting when they were being noisy.
We drove around Kevin’s neighborhood after church looking at the beautiful houses. We happened to drive to South Lazy Meadow Way. Misha said, “I would love to live on Lazy Street. Do you think they have a North Lazy Meadow Way or Lazy Way?” Chris answered, “Yeah, probably, but they just couldn’t be bothered to put up the sign.
Candace set out leftovers for lunch—a little bit everythig.
Ashley and Kristen were quick to set up their life-size CLUE game in the background. They had set it up last night right at dusk and we suggested that they should wait until this afternoon to play. They weren’t too happy having to remove everything from the back lawn (the sprinklers would come on in the middle of the night) but did it anyway. Those two don’t like to have their plans changed.
Kevin and kids were most pleased with the book Chris found for them in Galveston. Candace? Not quite as much.
Chris enjoyed a nap in the afternoon. I thought it funny that he put a conference session on to fall asleep to. As I moved his iPad, he said, “I’m still listening to that.” He had been snoring.
We drove over to Grandma's place to check out her new apartment. Grandpa was beginning to feel better. Misha and Grandpa rode the scooter-thingies back over to Kevin's house.
As we walked to the park, Misha and Grandma pulled up beside us. Their little jaunt took about 20 minutes. Misha was all smiles. The rest of the kids were happy to see that Grandma had brought the scooters over. Kristen even got over her fear of the scooters. She crashed on one two years ago in to a bunch of stinging nettle. Not fun.
We enjoyed a nice bbqed chicken dinner in the evening and just time spent chatting with family.




