It's Up to Us, New York, New York

 Like I said last week, it takes two weeks to celebrate Thanksgiving. In fact, we celebrated it three (but I really count four) times.  1. As I mentioned last week, our grandson, Dallin, came from Baltimore and we celebrated Thanksgiving with him, because he had to be back before the actual day. A nice but too short visit with Dallin  2. We invited a pair of missionaries from our district  to   share the afternoon with us.  They had not been invited   to Thanksgiving dinner by anyone in their   branch.   Before leaving to come for dinner, they had an impression to call one woman who, it turned out, was   not sure she was ready for baptism this Sunday, so   they arrived a few minutes late. They were elated   because, with prayer, her attitude had changed   completely.  They couldn't stay long because they had   two more people to teach and contact prior to their...

  Thanksgiving is upon us, which means that Christmas music will be played for about 5,286 more days. I like Christmas music for Christmas' sake. Some of the most beautiful and meaningful music was written for the day; as well as some of the most sophomoric, silly, and meaningless music. The latter seems to be the music most enthusiastically, and relentlessly played in stores and on the radio. I rant. Sorry. We began celebrating Thanksgiving at home and in the mission this week. The mission held zone conferences, and being so close to Thanksgiving, they provided food for the missionaries from Boston Market: turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, dressing, candied yams, etc. They even included apple pie in a separate container that could be consumed there or at home, later (it was consumed there, extras were carried home).  At the serving table waiting for the missionaries prior to the end of the zone meeting The senior couples in the office made so beautiful center piece...