I have a speaking engagement tonight and I'm leaving on vacation tomorrow, so naturally instead of thinking about my talk or packing, I've been wasting time on Face Book. I did a candy survey to see how many kinds of candy out of a choice of 100 different kinds I've tried. I got a score of 75. Obviously I have a sweet tooth. I learned all kinds of interesting tidbits; I just can't remember any of them right now. I saw a cute picture of my granddaughter, Gracie, checked out the wedding decorations my young friend Kristie did for a recent wedding, and saw the bruises on a great nephew's leg where he got zapped by an electrical accident. My phone and my Kindle are both plugged into their chargers so I guess I'm getting ready in a way.
Stalling is probably the word for what I'm doing; you see I'm a bit nervous about tonight. Speaking doesn't usually worry me too much if I'm talking to book people; we share a common language and love. Tonight's talk has nothing to do with reading or writing. I've been asked to talk on a subject I dearly love, but have a difficult time expressing my feelings about because it touches my emotions so strongly. You see, I've been asked to talk about temples and temple service. I've served in the temple for four years now and since I'm basically a storyteller, there are plenty of stories I'd love to share; unfortunately most are too sacred to speak of outside the Lord's House. It's a difficult task for me to speak on a topic that touches my emotions, one where I have to be careful not to overstep what is appropriate, and one where I want so much for my audience to share the deep love and reverence I feel for these beautiful places.
I'm both excited and nervous about our vacation/reunion. I've had some serious health problems the past couple of months (pancreatitis) and when I talked to my doctor about going on this trip he said, "You'll be fine as long as you're within a couple of hours of a hospital emergency room, should you have another attack." I didn't find that comment too encouraging, especially as we'll be at a ranch along the Salmon River where ambulance service means a helicopter. There will be three RNs and two paramedics in our group, so I'm not really worried. Besides I've felt much better the past few days. Still it niggles at the back of my mind and I'm giving running the river a pass this time around. My husband thinks I should skip fishing too, but I can't do that! He's not a fisherman and the only time I get to fish is when I'm with my son-in-law, Rich.
I suppose I really should get off the computer, take a shower, and decide what to wear. I should look over my notes one more time as well. I'm afraid there's a little bit of Scarlet O'Hara in me when it comes to this talk; I'd rather think about it later. The funny thing is once I start talking it will be hard to stay within my allotted time and when it's over I'll be glad I did it. Go figure.