Well, for those of you following the saga of our bank account, it's finally open again. It took 2 and a 1/2 months, which seemed like forever, but we are grateful that it actually opened again. We were beginning to wonder if it was one of those things that your great-grandchildren get a notice about, 75 years later: "It seems there was an irregularity in the bank and your great-grandparents have left you hundreds of thousands of dollars..." Too bad. I'll have to apologize to them now--no fun surprises.
Well, actually there was one fun surprise...maybe fun isn't the word exactly. I'm the new Primary President here in the ward. This is the second time I have been totally broadsided by this calling. The first time I had been in Cub Scouting: first, Wolf pack, then Bear pack, then Pack Leader. When the bishop called me, I was gearing up for Webelos. But no, Primary President.
I had been serving down here in the Young Women's Presidency. I knew the RS President had been called to the Stake, so things were in shake up mode. I was hoping to go into RS (somehow, I'm only there on vacation). But no, Primary President. The fact that children here don't often understand anything I say will be a difficulty. They look at me with skeptical or vacant looks, some cry. I'm not kidding.
Anyway, I have fond memories of Primary. Actually, I had a Primary Presidency Golden Age in Pleasant Grove--me, Pam Cardwell, Judy Mangum, and Beth Hill....it was glorious. We had some great times and really long, no...I mean REALLY long meetings, but it was good times.
Here's hoping for more good times--for all of us.