January 28, 1995

Jan. 28th - Brothers Camp, Bailey, and Bement all came over this morning to help us move our furniture. Bro. Bement even gave us a table and chairs. The move went quickly.

(One thing I did forget to mention is that last night Chelsea called. We talked for a minute or so. It bugs the hell out of Garlick. And I talked to E. Ward about her tonight. She needs to stop calling. I really desire to keep in touch with her to see that she does progress. But they say no.

And at 10:45pm ... Jen Dunlop and Becca Taylor knock on the door dressed like nurses and wearing court jester outfits or something. They gave us Anacin-3 pills. Weird. Cool idea, though.)

After moving, we got our mail. And I've decided not to open any mail until P-day to try and stay focused. But ... I couldn't help but notice kiss marks all over a postcard from Andrea who forgave me.

I treated Garlick to lunch today. We had cheesesteaks.

This afternoon, we attended the funeral services for the grandmother of Cathy Barclay. The bishop spoke. Sister Larsen sang the closing hymn, "How Great Thou Art." And we ate refreshments afterwards. 

We decided to go tracting after the funeral.

We tracted in a new development. Didn't talk much to each other. As a matter of fact, I think we weren't happy with one another.

Garlick gets mad at you by the way he acts around you - very obvious. I told him that tonight. He didn't like that very much.

This is a difficult area. He doesn't even like being here, he told me last Saturday as we tracted.

He needs a transfer. He tells me I seem depressed about the work. It's not the work; I just haven't been too focused lately and I have shown that I am trying to change. You can love me and expect blessings in the work from the Lord; or have an attitude and continue to be frustrated. We did get most all of our feelings out tonight.

We ate fajitas with the Gillis family and talked with them quite a bit after dinner. We even dropped off clothes for one of the Gillis' daughters who was at the Clay's for the night.

Then we did a little bit of planning ourselves; bore our testimonies to one another, and got to bed.

I heard the mousetrap go off in the middle of the night, but the bugger got away. Good night!