This last weekend and the last few days have been jam packed with a load of events and emotions.
On Friday, I saw Woody Allen's newest movie Midnight in Paris. It was quite funny at times. I'm forever enchanted by Marion Cotillard. I think she's so beautiful and so fantastic.
On Saturday, I went to the batting cages with Dama and some coworkers. I had no idea it would be so painful. I guess softballs at a batting cage are harder, more durable than normal softballs so each hit was strenuous. We finished the night by watching The Sandlot. It was fitting.
Earlier that day, Dama introduced me to the TV show Rookie Blue. And some brilliant person put all the interactions between Officer McNally and Officer Swarek into youtube videos by episode. It's brilliant, addicting and so bad for me. It's like taking all the meat out of a sandwich and getting to eat it all at once. It tastes good, but it might leave you feeling a little messed up. In one of the episodes I heard the song below by A Fine Frenzy. I'm a little bit obsessed.
Don't worry: there's more to this weekend of fun.
On Sunday, I gave a talk in our ward's Sacrament meeting. It was on testimony. The preparation was the best part for me. I'm glad to have done it, but I'm glad that it's over.
Maggie, Melanie and I skipped out after Sunday School to attend a Memorial Day concert at the Kennedy Center. The concert featured the U.S. Army Orchestra and was conducted by a few impressive men, including Craig Jessop. I was not expecting to get emotional, but I found myself crying when servicemen stood up while their military theme song was played. It got worse. After that concert we went over to the concert on the mall and they did the same thing there--had all the servicemen stand as their theme song was being played. It's one thing to know of the conflicts overseas and those who are generally involved. It's another thing to see those people right in front of you--the ones who sacrificed so much and still do.
I'm almost finished with my weekend summary. On Monday, I went shopping. This deserves a longer post. But I did go shopping. After 52 weeks, I finally bought new clothes.
Memorial Day happens to be the day that my Grannie died last year. I'll never be able to forget that. Gosh, I miss her, but I know she's happier where she is now and that I'll get to be reunited with her after death. It doesn't make the sorrow or grief go away, but it's a comfort that makes it more bearable.
The last thing I'd like to mention in this summary is that my dad's treatment ends this weekend. After a year of awful pain and depression, he'll be able to start recovering. In six months we'll know if he's officially cured. I'm full of hope.
How fitting that the events around Memorial Day should be so memorable.
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