March 27th, 2005

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Roses Roses Roses

It has been a most pleasant day. I tidied up my room and headed out to F'ton and was delighted to see phoenix_jade and red_girlfriend working away near the wurtmann roses. I had arrived just in time to see my dad send them off in his miata to buy some groceries for hamburgers. I wonder if I had a significant other if I'd get to use the miata. (rolls eyes.)
I'm thinking they enjoyed the use of the miata a bit too much because it sure took them a while to return. In the meantime my dad, my mom and I picked at the chips and ate too many olives. We had to open another can of them when LMA and Annette finally returned.


I spent most of the rest of the day helping my mom with her roses. I associate roses with my mom. When I was a little kid she used to wear this perfume called "Roses Roses," and she has by far the best rose garden on the street and probably the ward. One of our neighbors was walking by and she kept complimenting mom's rose garden mentioning how beautiful it isevery year. More than one little kid has rung the doorbell asking if they can take a rose home to their mother.

Every year for Mother's Day for over 10 years running my older brother has purchased her a new rose bush and it's fun to see roses in nearly every corner of the yard. I think my mom starts getting excited this time of year as she trims on them and trying to think about what new one will be coming.

I love the variety of colors, how each bush has its own personality. I love how some roses have a really powerful fragrance and some seem to have nearly nothing at all. I love the dichotomy of roses...how they are so delicate and elegant and so raw and fierce and thorny at the same time. Roses must always be handled with care.

I am planning on puchasing some rose bushes for the west side of the house where I live so I can have roses in the summertime. I want to float them in decanters in the house. I want to have a vase of them at work. I want to be able to show up at a friend's house with a random rose to show I care.

Roses are a loaded symbol. Give a red one and it means "I love you." Give a yellow and it means, "I value you as a friend."

Geneticists in the last year unwittingly came up with the solution to the holy grail of rose breeding. They managed to come up with a BLUE rose. Initially they were working on how drugs metabolize in the liver and noticed a genetically engineered bacteria kept turning blue. A member of the team grew roses and wondered if some of the genetic tweaking they were doing could be applicable to roses... and sho' nuff it was. They are still futzing with it and it will be a few years on the market but it raises all sorts of interesting what ifs. What if you could grow say, blue COTTON? Kind of interesting. All natural cotton blue jeans. NEAT.

But I love roses. All kinds. I love the powerful Abraham Lincolns. I love the charm and whimsy of Double Delights. I love the rippled petals of Midas Touch. I love the quiet serenity of mom's "Peace Roses" she planted to calm tensions between her and a neighbor. I love them all.

So it was an enjoyable day, helping trim them, feeding them, watering them and when my parents weren't looking, talking to them telling them to grow big and strong and send forth a LOT of buds.

I love roses. I love them all.
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The miracle is...

...not that Christ died.

The miracle is that 3 days later he got up.

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I love the serenity of Easter especially when one consideres how hectic Christmas is.
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Easter Easter EASTER!

My new ward has the most jaw droppingly amazing choir I have ever heard. Seriously, it was stunning. I felt like I was gaping the entire time and so after church sought out the choir director and a few of the members to express my awe.

Since I am really new in the ward (hello, week two!) I am finding myself in a delicate balance.

The `aspie' in me likes to sit back and observe until I feel comfortable enough to start really interacting.
However I also know that if I take too long to do that, I'm not going to really meet people and make friends and thus make it hard to stick...so another part of me tries to take the bull by the horns, go up to total strangers and quip , "Hi, I'm Jett. I'm new." and hope a few of those stick and I actually make friends.

So far I seem to be balancing pretty well. I knocked out a few little cartoon doodles in Sunday School and sacrament meeting which wound up getting some attention and I couldn't help but feel that while in many respects my drawing is a crutch in getting to know people...`that ain't necessarily a bad thing.' There are worse reputations to have and okay, I'll be honest. I love being known as "that funny cartoonist." I mean, heck, it's sure unique!

Anyway, it turns out that the choir is its own bona fide Sunday school CLASS... they have a small lesson at the beginning and then they spent the rest of the class working on their singing.

Sign me up.

I really miss the Institute choir I was in while in Seattle and many times (pretty much nearly always,) I had a better spiritual experience on Tuesday night Institute choir than I did during the Sunday block.
Choirs are amazing...I love feeling like a part of a whole and feeling the music around you like a tangible thing.

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Later in the day I went to my sister's in laws for an Easter dinner and a birthday party for my beautiful niece who recently turned five. It was fun to see my sister's in laws. They are fun people and very gracious.

O did pretty well on her birthday presents. She got a My Little Pony Play Do set...and could that BE any more perfect for a 5 year old pony obsessed princess? My parents got her this cute little crocheted purse with an Andy Jackson inside and I got her a little Disney princess purse with a card inside. Inside the card was a certificate that said:

This certificate is good for ONE BIG FUN DAY WITH AUNT JEANETTE. She was excited and raced over to give me a hug. ALL worth it, baby. YEAH.

Mighty S turned and looked at me. "Can I come too?"
"No...this is just for O's birthday."
'Can *I* have a big fun day with you on MY next birthday?"
Hee hee. I rule.

A few years ago I took Mighty S on a Big Fun Day. We went to the planetarium and then to a movie and then to Grandma and Grandpa's before going home. We had a good time and I have wanted for a while to take O on her own Big Fun Day. I wanted to be sure she was old enough to go and so I figured five was pretty good but I also cleared this several weeks ago with her mom. I didn't want to tell O, "Yes, you are going to go on a Big Fun Day with me," and have wyckhurst say, "Uhhhh....REALLY?!"

And what will we be doing on this particular Big Fun Day you might ask?

Well, I am going to go pick her up, possibly spend some of the day at Grandma's house but the thing I am really planning is to take her to a ceramic place near where I live.

There you can buy all sorts of ceramics and paint them and they will kiln them for you right there. I am getting her a plate and a saucer and a mug so she can paint her own dish set. She is so creative and good with color I am happy wondering what wonderful dishware she will make. And for a very, very, very long time she will have her own dishes and remember her five year old birthday Big Fun Day with Aunt Jeanette.

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As I have said earlier, I love Easter. I love that it is not as big a stressful time as say, Christmas. I love that the earth feels clean and new. I love sitting in church and hearing the music of choirs marinate around me. I love taking the time to reflect on the life of Jesus Christ and think about justice versus mercy and how without a mediator they will be forever at odds.

I love Easter because it humbles me and makes me grateful that God so loved the world.
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