Catching up, I suppose

Dear all,

I apologize for the long absence in posting, but, alas, life continues to plod along like the proverbial sands through the ever-so-proverbial hourglass, and there isn't terribly much to report.

Don't get me wrong--things are going quite well. Our new (for three months, at least) condo is helping my health, and I'm feeling much better. (Actually, as a corollary to that idea, a new couple just moved into the ward, and, when I asked where they were living--and the husband of the family said that they were living in Clover Creek Apartments--I just cringed; sure enough, they're in our old place. I debated whether I should tell them or not--I mean, maybe they're like M., and they won't be bothered by the mold--but, in the end, I did. It was the right choice, since, when we got into Elder's Quorum, one of the brethren shouted out, "Isn't that the apartment with the BLACK MOLD?!?" when the new brother introduced himself and his address. I'm glad that it didn't look like I was withholding information or something.) Also, I'm running quite a bit now, since it's finally warm in Salt Lake City, and that makes me feel good, if sore. My tibias are screaming at me this morning, but, hey, let them scream. It's worth it.

M. and I (I'm still using the ultra-secret name protection method invented by some relative--I forget who, exactly...probably because the ultra-secret name protection method works so well...) went hiking up in Big Cottonwood Canyon last Saturday with M.'s cousin, J., and her husband, D., and their baby (wait for this one) M.J., who I will refer to as "The World's Most Well-Behaved Baby," because she is, and because M. and J. are already taken. So, yeah, we tried hiking to Donut Falls, this nifty waterfall that falls through a little ring/tunnel thing (hence the name) of its own creation. Problem was, there was still tons of snow up there, so we couldn't go all the way to the actual waterfall. It was still really pretty, though, and the air was pristine. I've become a connoisseur of good air, ever since the mold thing happened.

We're still working on getting the move to Mississippi squared away, and the first item on our agenda is learning how to speak with a Mississippi dialect. I've been told that locals pronounce Mississippi like, "Mizz-zippy," so I'm working on it, but it still feels foreign.

Anyway, there you go.