Creativity in Visiting Teaching

I've had great visiting teaching experiences over the years--

Sitting with my anxious companion Satomi Shimai in Japan while my mouth grew into a beak thanks to anaphylactic shock...

Listening to Kelli T. describe how she crawled to the hospital after being hit while directing traffic at a BYU game (Utah drivers...)

Getting surprise tickets to the Mo Tab Christmas concert from Sister Potter in Utah and fulfilling a lifetime dream to see that event live...

Each of those stories have a more spiritual side, which I should tell sometime, but for now I'll just say the last couple of months have been adding to my list. My new visiting teacher is Tom's paralegal Lindsay and she brings her formidable creativity to the job.

Last month's lesson was a pleading (detailed and ready to file) of the World vs. Julia Mumford, with the world seeking to prove on summary judgment that I am a disciple of Christ.

Then last night, she brought me the temple box:





which I could open to claim my blessings:





I took a bite of EVERY blessing--orange, cayenne, almond/coconut, and maple/pecan. Thy words were found, and I did eat them, as Jeremiah said. Visiting teaching does make the gospel sweet.

Spray Foam Buffalo Chips

It took four years, but I finally broke down and made the buffalo chips.

All that stood between me and these rustic plains masterpieces was my pride.

Sorry, I do realize that the drop cloth and the plate give the picture a disturbing culinary connotation. But I want the kids to throw them like frisbees.

Cub Scout Twilight Camp yet again. My 7th. And now that I've made the buffalo chips, I think it can be my last.