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Actually not much has changed recently.  For or better or for worse things are about the same.  Living in the same place, working at the same organization in the same position, serving in the same church calling, still can't buy new clothes, still waiting for my brother to come home from his mission, waiting for my dad to finish his treatment, singing every week, tutoring every week, and babysitting as often as possible in between.

But two weeks ago my sister and her beau spent the week in DC.  We saw the Yankees kill the Orioles at Camden Yards. They also agreed (though I didn't really do any persuading) to come to Church on Easter Sunday. We ate and played and they left me with 18 hard boiled and yet un-dyed Easter eggs to eat on my own.  That was a fun and exhausting week.

This last weekend I danced.  Then I reauditioned for another season of NatPhilChorale.  Then I got to see the Giants beat the Nationals from box seats right above home plate.  I could see and decipher when pitches were balls or strikes.  It was incredible.  I also got to teach some four and five-year-old kids some really awesome taunting cheers.  That was an awesome day.

I was asked to give a talk in Sacrament meeting in a few weeks.  Kill me. I'm already deathly afraid.  I'm not afraid of talking.  I can talk.  I'm afraid of not doing a good job.  I really like to do things well and when I can't I'm frustrated with myself.  It might be unreasonable but I'm not swayed enough to change just yet.

beck