More Hillcrest

I must say that despite my sadness upon leaving Hillcrest, I haven’t actually really missed it. Until yesterday, when Mom went to Hillcrest to pick up a few items, and returned with a pumpkin loaf.

It was a beautiful pumpkin loaf.

High, but not too peaky.

Perfectly baked.

I picked that loaf up and held it in my two hands and thought, “This is a pumpkin loaf. A pumpkin loaf that I did not bake.” I tried a piece and discovered that it tasted annoyingly good. Apparently, I’m not the only one in the world who knows how to make a good pumpkin loaf. And then I started thinking about the parts of Hillcrest that I liked… and the parts that I didn’t like… and the lessons that I learned… and all the songs that will always remind me of Hillcrest because I listened to them as I biked/walked through muggy summer mornings, chilly fall mornings, and blowy winter mornings. So  here is a post about Hillcrest, divided into the categories that I mentioned in the previous sentence.

This was what was written on the slip in my last pay cheque... it made me feel so sad and like I should never ever stop working at Hillcrest.
This was what was written on the slip in my last pay cheque… it made me feel so sad and like I should never ever stop working at Hillcrest.

Things I liked about Hillcrest

  • Florence. I liked Florence. Florence was the perfect mix of feminine and strong. She knew when to be serious and when to laugh and joke. Florence had a twinkle in her eyes. She really did. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anyone’s eyes twinkle like Florence’s eyes. Florence knows a lot about everything. Often I would say, “Florence, does this need more flour?” And she’d come and peer into my bowl and say, “A 3/4 cup.” So I’d add a three quarter cup, and it would turn out perfectly. Every time. Alma and Florence kept up with current events better than I ever did. Every Tuesday we’d talk about what was going in the world, and they always knew really random interesting things, and I just knew boring things.
  •  Alma is also something I miss about Hillcrest. She’s the nicest Markham ever, I think. She’s really pretty too, and has an awesome laugh, and one of the greatest senses of humor in the world. Also, she makes a mean batch of muffins. She can make 17 dozen at one time. If you’re a single thirty-something Markham guy who likes muffins, and you’re reading this… Alma is pretty awesome. I don’t know why you haven’t snatched her up yet.
  • I liked baking. Which is odd, because I never liked baking before I worked at Hillcrest. But there is something very satisfying about mixing something up and baking it and seeing it turn out well. Except that it doesn’t always. On my very last day of work, I made a batch of carrot pineapple muffins, but didn’t put enough flour in them, I guess. So they all had significant dents in the center of them. These dents were so significant that Christine decided that the price should be reduced, and labeled them as “Carrot Pineapple muffins: not quite right”, as the explanation for the price reduction. I felt awful. And also like there surely must have been a more tactful way of saying that. Jasmine’s not quite right muffins. Yup. Those are my muffins. You know… the not quite right ones. I did learn much about baking at Hillcrest. And by the end it felt like I was actually doing pretty good, and it was fun. There’s not many things more rewarding than hearing a customer ooh and aah over the fresh, still warm pumpkin loaves that you hand them.
  • I liked working with a variety of people. It was good for me.
  • I liked getting donuts and long johns for customers. Except for the time I dropped a donut on the floor. That was embarrassing. And it was my neighbour that was standing there waiting for it. So yeah. I’ll never be allowed to forget that one. The donut kind of rolled on its side for a second before coming to halt. It was a bad feeling. He took it anyways though.
  • I liked the summer afternoons when we ate outside on the picnic table and Alma and I would joke about getting a Sea Doo and spending our lunch break out on the Floradale Dam.
  • I liked biking to and from work.
  • I liked how it felt when we would finally finish all the dishes at the end of the day.

Things I didn’t like about Hillcrest

  • Waking up at four in the morning. I didn’t mind it once I was up and awake and on my way to work. It was just that horrible feeling of jolting awake with my alarm and still feeling tired no matter how early I had gone to bed. The fact of the matter is that at four in the morning, you will just never feel ready to jump out of bed. People were not meant to be awake that early. I do not miss waking up that early at all. I miss the feeling of accomplishment that came from getting up that early (cause you can get a lot of work done when your day starts that early!). It was good for me to do it for 11 months, but I’m glad I don’t have to do it anymore. Although I do still wake up with a jolt at 5 nearly every single morning, and practically have a heart attack when I look at my phone and see what time it is, because I’m positive that I should be work. It always takes a second for me to realize that I can sleep for several more hours yet. What a wonderful feeling that is. The relief that comes from being able to go back to sleep makes the jolt and the racing heartbeat worth it. Also, I have sincerely enjoyed feeling awake and energetic in the evenings. It’s incredible. I just feel so awake all the time. Which is great, because for the pasat two weeks or so, I have had places that I needed to be every single evening. Kenton and I have been squeezing jogging into the spaces in our days, and that feels good. It’s pretty cool how your body can adapt to physical stress, and how soon, what you first felt was killing you, becomes just a bit easier.
    The brother. He makes me run when I want nothing more than to walk.
    The brother. He makes me run when I want nothing more than to walk.
    Yeah... we get to see things like this on a regular basis. I love our trail. I love how it's muddy in some (many) places. And how it's all stony and pebbly in other places. And how there's roots sticking up in the most unexpected places. And how there's mosquitoes. That's one of the greatest things, come to think of it.
    Yeah… we get to see things like this on a regular basis. I love our trail. I love how I go home with mud splattered all over my legs because it’s muddy in some (many) places. And how it’s all stony and pebbly in other places. And how there’s roots sticking up in the most unexpected places. And how there’s mosquitoes. That’s one of the greatest things, come to think of it.


    Isn't it great? It's just this awesome path through these awesome, Narnia-esque trees. It's pretty cool. And it smells good. All cedary or woody, or something. Okay, so I don't actually know what makes it smell good. I've never been able to pinpoint it exactly. But I like how it smells.
    Isn’t it great? It’s just this awesome path through these awesome, Narnia-esque trees. It’s pretty cool. And it smells good. All cedary or woody, or something. Okay, so I don’t actually know what makes it smell good. I’ve never been able to pinpoint it exactly. But I like how it smells.

    I was even able to get a dress sewn. Isn’t that great? (I won’t tell you when I started this dress. Okay. Fine. I started it at Easter time. Disgraceful, I know.) But I have had the weirdest dreams since I finished at Hillcrest. Like so weird. I woke up in the middle of the night last night and felt like I was on this huge adrenaline rush or something, because I was dreaming that I was this amusement park, and the rides…. they just felt so real. And then I fell back asleep and dreamt that I was in this group that solves mysteries (ahem- much like Mystery Inc. from Scooby Doo) and we were in these woods (which looked oddly like where Kenton and I jog) and there was this watery path, and we were walking down this path, and the water kept getting deeper and deeper, until we were completely under it… and guess what? There was a whole world down there! And it was run by bad guys… and I needed to keep them from finding out that I was on to them, so I did all kinds of really awful things to convince them that I was harmless. I woke up, and honestly felt ashamed of myself for my own deceptiveness and manipulation. I had no clue that I could even be like that. But yeah- basically, these dreams, for the most part, are full of action and guns and really intricate schemes and plots. I don’t know how I come up with this stuff, but it kind of amazes me. I just wish that I could think like that when I am awake. In real life, I am never that logical, quick-thinking, or quick on my feet. It would have been so helpful in grade 11 when I was writing my adventure novel. Anyways. You don`t need to know all about my dreams.

  • I didn’t like when they all chattered away in their own language. In fact, I thought it was plain old rude. Florence apologized to me one time for it, and justified it by saying that “For years, it’s all we ever talked to eachother, and it’s just what comes naturally to us.” Which makes sense. It really does. So basically, I bounced back and forth between feeling like it was rude and being okay with it. Depended on the day.
  • I didn’t like that one of the workers hardly spoke English. It caused a lot of miscommunication and unnecessary mistakes. Also, it meant that she couldn’t read recipes, or anything like that, which meant that she got to do all the simple, “mindless” jobs (ahem- the jobs I liked to do sometimes too!), while I had to do all the actual mixing and baking. On the other hand… she was really nice. And she had a great smile. If you don’t speak the language that all the other workers you do, you better at least have a nice smile going for you. And we laughed together sometimes. And she was learning English. It was just kind of annoying sometimes. But I really did like her. And her home life isn’t the greatest, so it was really nice of them to hire her. I guess I just never quite figured out what my feelings were about this… like is it okay to hire a worker that hinders the work of the other workers? When I think about it that way, I’m like “No. It’s not fair to hire a person who can’t even speak or read English.” But when I considered it from a different perspective (perhaps a more Godly perspective) and thought about how her parents both died before she was 14, and she lives with her sisters and their husbands and their many, many children… it seemed a little bit different then.
  •  I didn’t like Tuesdays and Thursdays, which were exactly the same every single week. We always filled a giant order of hamburger buns, hot dog buns, and bread…. and when I say giant… I mean giant. Sometimes we would roll out 300 dozen hamburger buns in a day… by hand. That was always fun. There wasn’t really anything awful about it… It was just kind of mind-numbingly repetitive.
  • I didn’t like never knowing what time I was going to get home. Some days we’d be finished before lunch or soon after it… and other days, it would be four o’clock and we hadn’t even started the dishes yet.

Lessons I Learned at Hillcrest

  • Wear the right shoes. If that happens to be a lime green pair of crocs that you’ve had since grade 9… I don’t care. Wear them.
  • Aprons are wonderful. I will probably never be able to bake without wearing an apron now.
  • Working is good. Getting up at 4:15 in the morning is good. You learn things. You experience a different view of everything. You get to see the world wake up. Dark does not have to be scary. I have a huge imagination… I really do. Every single morning, I would freak myself out while I was unlocking the door to the bakery because I thought about how awful it would be to have a murderer chasing you, and be at the door, with the key, trying to unlock it, but just not being able to get the key in because your hands are shaking in fear. Wouldn’t that be awful? But your imagination is only as powerful as you let it be. I learned (at least a bit) how to control my imagination.
  • A job is all about serving other people… don’t go into it trying to see how little work you can get away with. Do as much as you can to make other people’s jobs easier too. Old Orders have an incredible perspective when it comes to work. Work is just what they do. It’s not something to be dreaded or avoided or complained about. It’s just the way they live. And because they don’t view it as a bad thing, and no task is too big (not even making 100 cherry pies), they do it happily and if you’re working with them… you better do it cheerfully as well. And it’s actually a lot easier to work without complaining (even mentally!) when you’re working with others who aren’t complaining. Work can actually be- dare I say it- a lot of fun.  I learned a lot from working with those ladies. I realized a lot of the time, the reason I dreaded certain jobs  at work was because I felt like I didn’t have energy to do them. And why didn’t I have energy? Because I hadn’t gone to bed early enough. Yup. Sleep is so important.
  • Old orders don’t go on honeymoons. They just get married! How boring is that??
  • Even if your job isn’t you… it can become you. It`s incredible how something just becomes part of you, and stepping away from it… choosing to leave it becomes a painful thing, because suddenly, this thing that you thought you would never be able to like but ended up loving, became engrained in you, and you feel like you wouldn’t know yourself without it. I would get home last summer and breathe a sigh of relief when I got into my room and it smelled familiar and I could wear my clothes again and wash the flour and oil away and do what I liked to do and talk to or hang out with people that I love who could make me feel like myself. Because at work, I didn’t feel like myself. It felt like I was two completely different people, and it took a very long time for the two to blend. I’m scared it will be like that all over again.
  • Realize that you probably do things that annoy people. Much like they do things that annoy you.
  • I think I learned to love Floradale. Biking home was always great. Especially when it started to be nice outside and people would work in their flowerbeds, and Terry`s garage would always have music blaring from it with the doors wide open…
  • It’s not really fair to your employer or the other employees to take your job lightly… or leave the job three months after starting it. I think (if it’s at all possible), it should be more a commitment than that. Now, I understand that circumstances may interfere, and make that impossible, but don’t go into a job planning to only be there for three or four months. Florence compared Hillcrest to a foster care system, simply because of the number of workers who passed through. Even in my 11 measly months of being there, I saw four workers leave and be replaced. I felt bad when I left, because I know that it takes awhile to train workers. But I was there longer than most of the other workers, I guess. One time, they had trouble hiring someone to replace a worker who had left. And they had someone lined up awhile before that worker left… but then she got pregnant. So she couldn’t work. And then, they found someone to replace that one. But then that one found out she was pregnant too. And one time, in a period of five years, they had four workers quite working because they were getting married. They all married widowers. Isn’t that crazy? So yeah… when it rains at Hillcrest, it pours.

Songs that Will Forever Make Me Feel As Though I am Biking to Hillcrest

These are songs that for some reason, I would choose out of all the others as my “on my way to work” music. I can’t really explain why I chose these particular songs.

  • Titanium- David Guetta and Sia
  • I Won’t Give Up- Jason Mraz
  • Grace- Laura Story
  • Drops of Jupiter- Train
  • So Close to You- Calvin Harris
  • His Kind of Love- Group One Crew
  • And my all-time favourite song to listen to as I biked to work last summer… “Don’t You Worry, Child” by Swedish House Mafia. Not a Christian song, but to a very tired girl who felt like all she did all day long was make mistakes and wasn’t at all sure that she was in the right place, the lyrics “My father said, ‘Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, child. See heaven’s got a plan for you. Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now…’” felt pretty comforting.

So there you have it.

Everything you could possibly have ever wanted to know about Hillcrest. You’re welcome.

Hillcrest Memories

I started this post a long time ago… on May 30, to be exact. I just didn’t get around to finishing it until tonight. So here you go. Some of my favourite moments at Hillcrest. I wish that I could have written down every single thing that everyone said, because it was all so weird or funny or entertaining or interesting. 

Tomorrow is my last day of work at Hillcrest.

It really is. I can hardly believe it. 11 months of my life. Today, when I was saying goodbye to Alice, because it was the last time that I would work with her, she said, “Yes, life is full of twists and turns.” I said, “Well, this was a really good twist.” And I really did mean it.

This past week has been so full of mixed feelings…. one moment I cannot wait to be done there, and the next moment, I feel like I never want to leave. The girl who is going to be taking my place has been around this week, and I trained her how to be me. I didn’t want to like her… because some juvenile part of me doesn’t like the thought of anyone taking my place, and I hate the thought of becoming just another worker who passed through Hillcrest. Many workers have passed through Hillcrest. Anyways, the new girl is nice. She will do a good job of being me. Florence is happy because Margaret is tall like I am tall (taller, in fact) and so she will still have someone to reach all the things that are too high for her. I was always the one who got lids for her pails of pie filling for her. I got the box of coconut off the shelf for her. I got brown sugar for her. But Margaret will be able to do all those things for Florence, and I’m glad to know that there is someone there to take care of her. Because Florence honestly needs taking care of. She is a little bit accident prone.

Anyways… I planned on making my last week at Hillcrest perfect and happy. What I did not count on was how sad I would feel during my last four days of work. It’s hard to be happy when you’re feeling sad. It is. It’s hard to act happy. And it doesn’t help that we talk constantly about me leaving. And my mind… it is not on the work. I have made so many stupid mistakes. On Tuesday, I forgot to put yeast in a batch of dough. Alice put on her “did you forget the yeast?” face, and there was some debate as to whether it was me or Eva who forgot the yeast, but I felt somewhere deep within my soul that it was me. And it bugged me so much, because I inwardly vowed that I wasn’t going to be like all those other workers who left. I’ve seen what happens to girls who are finishing up at Hillcrest. They oversleep. They burn things. They are absent-minded, and make silly mistakes. And I was not going to be one of them. But somehow, I ended up being one of them. But anyways… they all teased me about forgetting the yeast, and that was fine… I could handle that. But then, a few minutes after, I was working alone in a different room, and Florence came back and said, “We really are going to miss you, Jasmine.” And then I felt like crying, and like I just did not want to leave.

So tonight, I am going to post some of my favourite quotes and memories, and then I’m going to shut down my computer and write a few thank you notes to some of the most special people, and then I’m going to go to bed, and wake up early and bike to Hillcrest one last time. I’m hoping that it’s one of those beautiful summer mornings, when the sky is a beautiful shade of blue and getting lighter by the second, and the birds are awake, and I don’t feel like I am the only living soul in Floradale.

Hillcrest Memories and Quotes-
 These may be funny only to me. I am fully aware of that. Some of them aren’t even funny. They’re just things that I never want to forget. 

  • “Such is life. We’ve survived it so far, I guess.” -Florence
  • That time that Oscar died, and customer joined in our conversation, and Sarah laughed so hard that she could not even stand up.
  • “It’s burning! It’s burning! … It’s not burning.” -me. I was telling Amber a story while I was waiting for something on the stove to heat up, and just as I got to the “It’s burning! It’s burning!” part, Cheryl (one of the bosses) walked around the corner, and just looked so concerned. So I added the last part.
  • The time that we ran out of eggs, and were discussing what we should do, and Florence randomly oinked. Cause when you’re talking about chickens… you should oink. Obviously.
  • The time that Florence tried to convince me that I said “Ow”. She thought I said “ow”. I still firmly believe that I did not say it. Isn’t that annoying? When you’re so sure of something, and you are right and the other person is wrong, but they just won’t belie ve youThat was as close to arguing as Florence and I ever got.
  • One time, I was carefully walking with a very full measuring cup of sunflower seeds, and Florence walked around the corner, and straight into me, and some of my sunflower seeds went flying. So Florence and I were looking down at the floor, seriously discussing if there were enough seeds on the floor to be swept up, or if I should just leave them, and Earla walked around the corner and said, “What are you looking for? Your marbles?” With me and Florence… it’s actually a legit question.
  • The time Amber dumped juice powder in her water bottle, and put the cap on so that she could shake it (to mix the water and the powder), except that the cap wasn’t on right, and red juice sprayed everywhere.
  • The time Amber tried to mix dough without the dough hook. That was a funny time.
  • The time Florence tried to mash a lot of bananas at once in the mixer, and they sprayed everywhere. That was a mess and a half.
  • “I want the biggest long john! With lots of icing!” -Sarah
  • “Pineapple juice- it’s good for the soul. Like chicken soup.” -Florence
  • The time that Sarah used icing sugar instead of flour in the bread dough… on Valentine’s Day. We made lots of jokes about how she was thinking sweet thoughts. It was just fun to tease her, because she had just started dating.
  • “I heard that he walked her to and from church.” -Viola. Both to and from church? It must be a serious relationship.
  • “Next thing you know, the grumble stones are gone!” -Florence. Grumble stones… now there’s a new one.
  • “Here comes the bothersock.”
  • The time that it looked like there was footprints on our countertop, and we accused Florence of dancing on the counter.
  • The time that Sarah’s boyfriend came to Hillcrest, but didn’t want us to know that he was her boyfriend, and his friend tricked him into coming back to the bakery… but then he caught on what was happening, and made a quick escape. His friend Willard (without realizing that Ray wasn’t behind him anymore) literally jumped into the bakery, and was all excited and talking in German and poor Florence was so shocked, she just stood and looked at him. And then he turned around, fully expecting Ray to be behind him… and said (in English. lol) “Hey! Where’d he go?” But what was even better than that was the imitation of Willard that Florence did later. Truly amusing. But you kind of had to be there, I think.
  • Those days before Thanksgiving where six or seven of us would stand at the counter rolling out pie crusts, after working 12 hour days, and we would talk so much and laugh so hard, and it was wonderful to come home feeling so tired and happy.
  • The Friday mornings that me and Amber and Sarah would drink hot chocolate… those were great talks.
  • “Yeah, what was wrong with us yesterday?” “I still think it was the altitude.” “Are you sure it wasn’t our attitudes?” “We don’t have attitude problems around here… we just have altitude problems.” That was me and Amber.
  • The time Amber said she had penguin pjs, and I got all excited, because I do too, and then Amber said “I have two pairs of penguin pjs.” I couldn’t top that. She just said it so smugly.
  • “It’s true! It said it in the Wellington Advisor!” -Amber. It’s actually called the Wellington Advertiser. Amber really ought to be more careful with where she goes for advice.
  • “Sometimes, it’s nice to be confused.” -Florence
  • “These were the best days of our lives.” -Florence again.
  • All the Despicable Me jokes and quotes between me and Amber. She told her husband about our conversations, and how we wished that we had minions, and he told her that she was his minion and we just thought that was the sweetest thing ever.
  • The time that Alice said, “And the peaches!” and then Amber said, “And the peaches!” and then I said, “And the peaches!” But mine was best because I said it in a British accent.
  • “The word is out!” “What’s the word?” “… we’re missing one hot dog bun.” That was a bit of a letdown, to be honest.
  • “The word is out! Alma is marrying a farmer!” -me. And then Alice poked her head around the corner and said, “Alma is marrying a farmer? This place just keeps getting interestinger!”
  • “Today is today and tomorrow is tomorrow.” -Florence
  • The time I put pecan pies in an oven to bake… except that the oven wasn’t turned on. So they, uh, didn’t bake. Yeah. That was embarrassing.
  • “Get your mind out of the gutter, Viola.” -Florence. You wouldn’t think that a lady with name like Viola would have her mind in the gutter.
  • The time I opened a box of tarts and was all indignant and annoyed because all the tart shells were upside down. Until Amber pointed out to me that I had opened the box at the bottom instead of top. Which explained why the shells were upside. Yeah.
  • The time I was so excited about getting home and having a nap that I didn’t leave my bike in the garage like I normally do… I brought it all way into the basement with me. I was just so focused on getting inside that I didn’t even think about the fact that I wouldn’t have to awkwardly be lugging my bike through the second door with me.
  • The time Florence told me that she guesses I’m worth waiting for. You kind of need to hear that in context to fully understand it… but it’s complicated.
  • We were discussing how Solomon had so many wives and then we kind started talking about polygamy… and then Alma said, “Well, I’ll be lucky if I even get one husband!” And it made me laugh.
  • The time Alma’s friend had a dream that Alma got married to a farmer named Tommy McGoat. We teased her about that for a loooooong time.
  • Alma only remembers one thing from History class, and it is this: Back in the days when people were exploring the world… if they ever got lost or something, and starvation was inevitable… they always ate the fattest man first.
  • “How ’bout it, Mama?” -Florence
  • One morning Earla was using the mixer, and I was standing beside the mixer, and I could see that she was going straight from first gear to third gear. And I thought it was odd, because usually, we like to go to second before going to third, because third generally is kind of messy. And Earla got all annoyed at the mixer and said, “Well. I don’t know why they had to make such a difference between first and second gear. Second gear should not be this fast.” And I was like, “Yeah… see, you’re going straight from first to third. There is actually a second gear that works wonderfully.”
  • Hearing Florence pick up phrases that I would say… She started to say things like, “Having a niece like that would freak me out” and “Something’s screwy about that”, and it made me laugh to hear it. I also picked up Old Order expressions as well. Such as “This loaf wants chocolate chips before it goes in the oven.”
  • “My thinker is on the blinker.” -Florence
  • One Friday Marlene had the cutest little girl come ask for a long john. So I told her that she had the cutest customer of the day. And she said, “Oh, last Friday I had one that was even cuter!” And I said, “cuter than that? Who was it?” And she said, “My husband!” Sweet, right? =)

Anyways… I loved working at Hillcrest. I really did. And I’m sorry about this long list of memories that probably don’t even make sense to the rest of you. But they sure make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. =)

The Work Nights That Never Ended

What I have discovered in the past year and a half is that youth becomes infinitely more fun when you are on the committee. I’m completely serious. I even have a friend who agrees with me! 😉 

Sometimes, things come up. Things like the weather? When you’re trying to plan work nights? And you might as well just ask the entire youth group to set aside all their Tuesday nights for a month or two, because every single week, it rains on Tuesday night, and you have to cancel and reschedule the work night? 

But tonight we had stone picking, and it was fun. 

I got to drive a tractor. Soooo… that pretty much made it worth it. Then I got to sit around a fire, with friends, eating this good beef or steak stuff, and hot dogs, and popcorn, and chocolate chips. It doesn’t get much better than that. 

And people asked questions like, “So that Hallelujah song… What does it actually mean?” (None of us know. We don’t think anyone does.) And people talked and laughed, and it felt like summer. Cold summer… but summer, nonetheless. 

Work nights are a good thing, I think. I thoroughly enjoyed every single place I went. It’s fun to work with your friends, and it’s fun to get to know people that you maybe didn’t know very well, and it’s fun talking and laughing after the work is over. You may even pull out a few plastic cups and attempt to learn the cup game. 

Then there was this night: 

American Gothic by Grant Wood. This painting was brought up early in the evening… even before we started working.
Shantz Gothic. By Wendell Diefenbacher. The reason I’m holding my hand like that is because Kenton and Wendell said that in the American Gothic picture, she’s holding a basket of eggs. So this is me pretending to hold a basket of eggs. Another point…. does everyone know about this American Gothic painting? Was I the only oblivious one? Kenton and Wendell both knew about it. This was a crazy night. I was really tired. So tired that my brain was downright cloudy…


Work nights are a good thing.

Youth groups are a good thing.

Committees are a good thing. 

And so is sleep. 

Good night, everyone.