Monday, July 14

The hymns make a difference

For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads. 
- Doctrine and Covenants, section 25, verse 12

Yesterday, near the end of Sacrament meeting, I started to consider skipping the rest of the church block and heading home. I was enticed by the thought of all that I could accomplish in the two hours between Sacrament and dinner: scrapbook, organize my photo book, take a nap, snack on something other than the M&Ms in my pocket. I had about made up my mind to do it...

...And then we sang the closing hymn.

We sang America the Beautiful, hymn #338 in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Hymn Book. I love the song, and I liked that we happened to be singing it more than a week after Independence Day. I love singing songs out of season. It makes me feel like we feel strongly about the songs and the sentiments rather than being obligated to choose them once or twice a year as appropriate.

During the fourth verse, the organ stopped playing. I kept waiting for it to pick up again and finish out the song, but it didn't. The entire congregation sang the last verse A cappella. I don't know if I've ever experienced that before during a regular hymn -- the choir does it all the time, one might say excessively. My ward has over 650 members, and an already powerful song was made even more powerful as we all listened to each other, to the words, and to the spirit. I thought about how grateful I am to live in a country where I can worship Heavenly Father in a way that feels right to me. I thought about how grateful I am that I have musical talent and have worked hard to learn all of the parts (I sang bass an octave higher during the A capella verse). Mostly, I felt grateful for the Holy Spirit that is always most potent for me when I sing the hymns.

When the hymn was over, I no longer wished to head home early.

The assigned topic in Sunday School was the entire book of Psalms from the Old Testament. There are 150 of them, so the teacher didn't try to cover them all. To start, he had someone read out loud some of the most popular. He pointed out that the Psalms were hymns for the people that lived during that time. Then, the teacher broke from tradition and asked that several of the class members volunteer to share their favorite hymn, tell us why it's their favorite, and lead the class in singing a verse. It was wonderful! We had no trouble filling the time; I enjoyed the variation and the reasons behind each choice:


I was a little surprised when I found out that the Relief Society lesson was about marriage and family -- turns out I am about four lessons behind in my reading schedule. Our sweet teacher was nervous to teach because sometimes we older singles and divorcées become defensive at the topic...and also because she is engaged and was afraid we might tune her out. Fortunately, she decided to approach the topic as "What can we do to get ready?", "What are our hang-ups?", and "What blessings are we looking forward to?" She commented that she and her fiancé continue to work through their issues from their single lives and the constant rejection they experienced before they met each other. She also talked about working in a bookstore and pointing newly divorced women to The Infinite Atonement when they asked for a self-help book because the Savior gave us the best method for healing and finding joy in our circumstances. It was a positive, hope-filled lesson. I'm glad I didn't miss it. (As a bonus: for once we sang every verse in the opening and closing hymns.)

I left church yesterday feeling very grateful that through the music in Sacrament meeting and Sunday School I was encouraged to stay for -- and I was receptive to -- the lesson on marriage. I needed the validation from the spirit and my peers that my loneliness and heartbreak doesn't make me weird, and that Jesus Christ is the best person to help me through it. I need and want to make more room for him.

My Sunday School teacher ended his lesson with Psalm 116, verse 12:
What shall I render unto the Lord for all his benefits toward me?
Heavenly Father definitely communicates to me through music. I know He loves me and is mindful of me. I may begin starting my scripture study with a hymn. I may only read the words, or I might sing, but I believe the hymns will invite the spirit and put me in the right mindset as I pursue a stronger relationship with my Heavenly Father and with Jesus Christ.

Monday, July 7

June was bustin' out all oooo-ver!

May was overshadowed by one big, gigantic, wonderful trip. June was dotted with many lovely activities and time spent with the people who matter the most. As always, I wish I'd taken more photos. I'm figuring out what people do when they aren't in a show during the summer ;)
My big brother celebrated another birthday, and requested Mom's famous cherry pie in lieu of cake.
Can't say I blame him. There's a reason why that pie is famous.
And this kid turned 10!
It's so rare to get an actual smile with Zonks.
Too bad, she has a pretty smile!




Broadway Live! at the Brigham Young Historic Park with darling date Julie.
(A free outdoor concert featuring some local favorites singing showtunes.)
Such a lovely way to spend a Tuesday evening. I should go to a couple
more before summer's end.
Celebrated Father's Day.
I'm grateful for any excuse to tell this dear man how grateful I am that he is in my corner.
Unexpectedly lost a sweet lady to cancer. She will be missed more than I can say.
Cancer sucks.

Carrie came to visit, so Liz organized a barbecue and we took a selfie ('cause that's what we do).
Thank goodness for Randall's long arms. This photo ain't half bad!
Whenever she comes home, I feel like she never left!
Muppets Most Wanted at the dollar theater -- and the
first snow cone of the season -- with Janae.
I ate mine with cream and ice cream. I couldn't resist.
In a strange reversal of roles, my dad came to me feeling terrible because he
had just hit my car with a Uhaul while I was parked at his house.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that I reacted the way my dad always did
when I told him I'd crashed his car: I hugged him, made sure he was ok,
 and assured him I loved him way more than I love the car.
I laughed when I saw the damage. The bumper was crunched!
Happily, although I'd already caused some damage myself (on the other side of the bumper),
he paid for quite a bit of the repairs, and now Evie Elantra is as good as new again! 
Mom and Heidi's mom threw Aaron and Heidi a Hawaiian-themed open house/reception to celebrate their marriage.
The guest list was small and enthusiastic :)
Anyone who knows Aaron well knows he loves eclairs.
It was a no-brainer to serve them at his reception.

Danny jokingly likens himself to Bob from the movie What About Bob?: trying to take Dave's place in the family. Dave won't be replaced
any time soon, but we are all thrilled whenever Danny
comes around. He is a doll.

My job at the party was to mix up virgin pina coladas.
Blend 4 oz pineapple juice with 4 oz coconut creme and 6 oz ice.
Delicious! 
There are few things Pete can't do well.






It takes a lot to impress baby PJ ;)
The happy and beautiful couple
Like father, like son
(Adam's face is for the benefit of the camera.)
Shilene and I supported Theresa in South Jordan Community Theatre's production of Annie.
I must say, every play I see there is better than the one before, and this lady sparkles on stage!
A mini Sound of Music reunion at CenterPoint's Children of Eden.
I have missed these ladies greatly!

It's a little freaky that one half of 2014 is over. Fortunately, we still have another half to look forward to, and two more months of summer!

Do you have anything fun planned for July?

Saturday, July 5

Not a day goes by that -- for one reason or another -- I don't heave a great sigh and think: "I am a terrible friend."

Relationships are complicated. Social media makes it worse. Is so-and-so not returning my texts and calls because she's mad? Did I make it worse by calling and apologizing when I don't know if she really is mad? Why hasn't she called me back since unless she IS mad? Was that passive-agressive message on Facebook from another so-and-so meant for me?

I vowed a while back that I wouldn't post anything for the masses on social media that I haven't already talked over with the person involved. I've started and deleted a lot of posts with that promise in mind. I wish more people would make that vow.

I'm not a perfect person. The fact is, sometimes I am a terrible friend.

The hard part is forgiving myself, and hoping that the other people forgive me, too, when they are ready.

The guessing game just makes it worse :P

The sooner I stop worrying about what other people think about me, the happier I will be... or will I?

Aren't we supposed to care about the feelings of the people we love?

Gah! And now I'm right back where I started: "I am a terrible friend."

I must do better.

Friday, June 27

New York City day 4: If/Then, Alice's Tea Cup, Lincoln Center, and Serendipity

We intended to get up early on Sunday morning, because we wanted to attend Sacrament meeting at a local Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints congregation before continuing our foodie and sight-seeing adventures. Alas, the person who was supposed to get up and shower first set her alarm for the time the last person (me) was supposed to get up. So, we ended up being about half an hour late for the 9am meeting at the same building the Manhattan Temple is located near Lincoln Center. On the plus side, we arrived in time to listen to the talks several of the members prepared. It was interesting that although their topics and approach were very different, each started with a little recap of how long and why they lived in Manhattan. I wonder if that was for the benefit of the visitors (there were quite a few of us, some with luggage in tow either coming from or headed to the airport), or simply because they're proud to be New Yorkers.
The Manhattan Temple
Kristen (imagining a future conversation):
"What show were you late for?" "Church."


After Sacrament meeting ended, we walked several blocks to Alice's Tea Cup, my favorite place for Sunday brunch in NYC. Our wait wasn't too bad. We had just enough time to walk to Central Park before the restaurant called to let us know our table was ready. We were all glad that we went to an earlier church meeting, because the wait at the Tea Cup got longer the later in the day you arrived... I guess that's true of most places where we dine/dined.


We ordered a small pot of "Hawaiian Delight" herbal tea, and an order of French toast all around. My mouth waters whenever I think of that French toast, and it was even better than I remembered. It was so good that Theresa and Kristen both considered buying the cookbook before we left.
It's impossible to sing the praises of this French toast too much!
We walked all the way to Lincoln Center before we realized that Levain Bakery was right next to Alice's Tea Cup. Whoops! Guess I'll have to go next time I'm in the city. Meanwhile, Larissa figured out the recipe for the famous chocolate cookies (her recipe is crazy good), so I could make them myself... you know, if I ever chose to bake :P

Anyway, Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts is a series of buildings dedicated to, well, the performing arts. The organizations involved include the Julliard school, the Metropolitan Opera, the New York Ballet, and the New York Philharmonic, among others. We are all theatre fanatics, but Theresa's dad is a high school orchestra teacher, and she herself studied the cello through college, so she was especially excited to walk around the courtyard, and visit the Metropolitan Opera building and store. Such a lovely, clean part of the city. A perfect place to spend a Sunday morning/early afternoon.

Before we knew it, it was time to head back downtown for our Sunday matinee. But first, we stopped at the Cake Boss Cafe on Times Square for some cannoli and some rugelach since we didn't know how long it would be before we could eat dinner.



Our last show during this trip was If/Then at the Richard Rodgers Theatre. Starring Idina Menzel, Anthony Rapp, and LaChanze, it is the story of a woman named Elizabeth who moves to New York after a divorce, and imagines how one choice leads to two very different futures. In one, she is Liz, a busy career woman who royally screws up her personal life. In the other, she is glasses-wearing Beth and gives up her career for a family. Both storylines were engaging, and I had a definite opinion on which story I wanted to be the "real" one. *Spoiler* I had thought, based on the opening, I knew how it was going to end. I was relieved to discover at the end that I had been wrong. *End spoiler* I found the ending to be very satisfying.

Idina Menzel was luminous as Elizabeth. She is such a star. Because of her seamless transitions, I had little trouble following which storyline she was in. Her voice is incredible. It was good on the Tonys, but she's even better live. She had no trouble filling the theater with that voice, despite the theater being the largest of all the shows I saw over the weekend. I can't imagine how she keeps her voice healthy after belting like that eight performances a week! She was soft and vulnerable when she needed to be, and strong and forceful when needed, too. I believed her in both worlds and rooted for her eventual happiness. If she had been the only good thing about the show, the ticket price was worth it.

Happily, her costars were terrific, too! Anthony Rapp's character, best friend Lucas, had a different fate in each of the storylines, as well, and in both he suffered no small amount of heartache. He and Menzel performed together in Rent -- the original Broadway cast AND the movie -- so they had an easy chemistry; it was fun to watch the two of them together. LaChanze was a powerhouse as lesbian friend Kate. She commanded every scene she was in, and her character choices helped make sense of choices that Elizabeth made, too. I loved watching her. James Snyder was handsome and convincing as love interest and soldier Josh. He also had great chemistry with Menzel and I loved his singing voice. I hope I see him in something else soon!
In some scenes, the back flat lit up to show the 
different subway routes, and the floor reflected 
the lights. It was supremely cool.
The music was gorgeous. Since the writer was the same for Next to Normal, I expected going in that If/Then would be a "Rated R" musical, and it was. I had the most catchy song -- "What the F---" in my head for days afterwards. The music was passionate and displayed the performers' abilities wonderfully. I also liked the way they used the stage. The sets were generally minimal -- almost sketched in -- just enough to let you know where the characters were supposed to be. I liked it that way 'cause it put the emphasis on the story. By the end, I was exhausted by the emotions and dedication demonstrated by the performers. It was a fitting end to our six plays in four days.


A little note about the users at the Richard Rodgers Theatre staff: the ushers hated me. I was yelled at by those ushers more than I was the entire rest of the trip. I guess I understand they're used to thoughtless, awful tourists, and they wanted to get home as soon as possible to enjoy the rest of their Sunday, but I didn't think that, say, stopping to get a drink of water while in line for the bathroom was cause to snap at me! I was very relieved to finally get outside after the show!

We couldn't help but wait at the stage door. Unfortunately, we dawdled so much that Theresa and I ended up behind a massive crowd and couldn't see a thing. Kristen is tall, so she pushed her way through a tiny bit and then took photos over people's heads. To her credit, Idina Menzel signed absolutely everything put in front of her. It must have taken her 20 minutes to get around the entire barrier. When she was done, she climbed into an SUV with darkened windows; let's be honest: if anyone had seen her walking down the street she would have been mobbed.

Tired and happy, we rode the subway one final time to Serendipity 3, the restaurant for which the movie was named (and where scenes in the movie were filmed). We waited about an hour but, again, I think it was worth it. It was about as expensive as Sardi's (you may remember I thought that place was overpriced) but the atmosphere was fun, the staff delightful, and the food drool-worthy. I ordered the "One-Eyed Jack", an open-faced roast beef sandwich with a fried egg on top, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the fried parsnips that came on the side tasted like slightly sweetened potato chips -- yummmmmmmmm! Now I know that parsnips are delicious, I must eat them more often. We ordered the famous frozen hot chocolate, and were all a little disappointed that it didn't live up to the hype. We should have ordered the lemon version that our server recommended. You live and you learn.
Could these menus BE any bigger?!
Our last meal in NYC: meatloaf, ravioli, and the One-Eyed Jack
I don't know when or how it was decided I was in charge of deciding where we'd eat each meal. I had asked around before the trip, so I had a bunch of ideas, and Theresa had a recommended list as well. Though most of the restaurants/bakeries/food stands on our lists overlapped, it was not a task I undertook lightly. Eat at the must-eat places and keep the costs down? A big job for anyone. Fortunately, we made out ok. It helped that I plotted beforehand which restaurants were near other sites we planned to visit. We missed Levain Bakery, but that's about the only "must" on my list we didn't get to; we did go to several I hadn't thought planned on and turned out to be delicious.

We watched part of Miss Congeniality while we packed that night. I wished I could have gone home with the others the next day, but I still had my business trip to look forward to. I am glad that my original intent to do the business part first didn't work out; it was great to have the fun trip first when I was mostly well-rested and had my friends with me. They were terrific, easy-going, thoughtful travelling companions. I'll even be so bold as to say I would take them anywhere!

Phew! I made it through this last post! Sorry it took me so long to finish them all. I had fun reliving the memories. I need to plan another trip -- to New York sometime and to someplace this summer -- soon. I was ready to come home after these trips were done, but I'm ready to explore somewhere else now!
Playbills, magnets, a book, a bag, a danced-on newspaper,
a hat, and a t-shirt. Not a bad haul!
For a recap of day 1, day 2, and day 3 in New York City, click the links :-)

Are you headed anywhere fun this summer? Do tell!