was kinda not hoopy.
anyway, I felt woozy all day. That's what comes of taking muscle relaxants for your bad back. But that also doesn't make it any more fun. Plus it was rainy. NOrmally that just makes for a bad day, but it was just getting started.
We were planning on going to the temple last night. But in the afternoon wifey calls saying she's sick and probably won't go. I don't really want to go by myself, but I needed to, so I determined to go anyway.
It rained more on my way home. I got wet getting inside. By this time woozy has turned into sore throat and headache. I still determine to go.
things look up slightly when wifey announces she feels better and will be coming.
Things slide back quite a bit when we can't find my recommend. extensive searching turns up nothing. I knew for a fact that my recommend was in my shirt pocket on Sunday, and since the little plastic thing didn't turn up in the laundry or the dryer, we are convinced it still exists.
This theory is shot all to heck when my wife cleans the lint screen and discovers a tiny piece of paper with what is clearly part of the temple pictured on it. The plastic thingy turns up when I look in the dryer again. I am official recommendless.
We cancel gramma (the babysitter) and think about things. It is recommended that I talk to the Stake President (who doubles as my father-in-law) and ask him to make a call for me. After about ten minutes, he calls me back to tell me I can go and they will have someone escort me (this, oddly, is the same thing that happened on my wedding day... i'm "absent minded").
a hasty call is made to gramma, who arrives some 15-20 minutes later. We are now officially "pushing it" to make the last session.
Off we race in the mini-van, arriving at Beech drive in Kensington (for those of you who aren't familiar with the DC temple and environs, ie, most of you, Beech drive is the most direct route to the temple from Connecticut Ave and I-495, and the only route I know for certain how to use) to find it is closed, as it runs along side a stream, and, as I pointed out, it's still raining pretty dang hard. someone apparently panicked.
An attempt to find another route through the scenic town of Kensington, MD is made. Lots of wrong-turns are also made. We see some neat houses and a cool old trainstation-cum-office building.
While crossing a bridge back to the wrong side of the beltway, the spires of the temple are finally sighted. A U-turn at a very confusing three-way stop is made, and a few minutes of backtracking later, we find a turn to get us headed in the right direction.
Temple arrival time: 8:20
Session start time: 8:30
We still need to change.
The girls rush up. The guys at the desk checking recommends have no idea what I'm talking about when I refer to my stake president calling to get me in. A phone call to the temple president results in a voice mail message. One of the men "rushes" off to find him (he was at least 65 years old and 225 pounds and only 5'4", rushing is relative here).
Temple president fortunately knows what's going on and lets me in. Dressing room arrival time: 8:28.
So I made the session, so I guess everything turned out (except for my brother-in-law getting me lost on the way out). Someone/thing was trying to keep me away though.
And that is why I don't write a blog.