My weeks have a rhythm. On Mondays and Wednesdays I sit with my friend Marge for a few hours in the evening. She is recuperating and gaining strength and independence and she may soon be able to dispense with my service of simply being there. On Fridays I drive to Salt Lake to be with my grandchildren Hannah and Rudy. We go to a park, we go to a hamburger place with a playground. I order the same meal for them every time. We have established a relationship. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I spend my early morning at the Provo City Center Temple until between 10:30 and 11 AM. On alternate weeks I drive three of my grandchildren to seminary on alternate days. On Sundays when there is Relief Society I stay at church for two hours. On Sundays when there is Sunday School I leave the church after sacrament meeting. I don't want to be contentious while studying the savior. On Wednesdays and Saturdays the older Hancock grandchildren come up and do various tasks around my home and yard. I pay them a very small salary but it is enough in total to help augment their family budget.
I am content with my intent, but sometimes my performance does not match my intent. I am grateful for all the wonderful family and friends I have been given.
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