Mom, Alia (she drove down from Provo last night to hang with us), and I woke up to make it to 9 o’clock church. After our complimentary hotel breakfast in a lobby swarming with Chinese people which smelled strongly of curry thanks to the lovely Indian who people run the place/live in the motel, we drove to the church. We only stayed for the first hour, instead of all three. Mom didn’t have any church clothes, and didn’t want to look all scrubby in the Sunday School classes.
Today is Pioneer Day in Utah, a day commemorating the arrival of Brigham Young and the first batch of Pioneers into the Salt Lake Valley. This day is as much a religious holiday as it is a state one. All of the people asked to speak during sacrament meeting were asked to talk about pioneers, pioneer heritage, and what the pioneers meant to them. We got to hear stories of how all the speakers had some ancestors who had crossed the plains to settle in Utah, how they courageously braved the elements, and sacrificed so much to come and join Zion. The stories were all touching and inspiring, but in all honesty, I’ve always felt a bit…distanced emotionally from Pioneer Day. My ancestors hail from Korea and South Carolina, and I guess the UK before SC. Covered wagons and handcarts never really made it into my ancestry. I respect the pioneers. I appreciate the sacrifice they made and what they did, but it really wasn’t until Tuesday that I felt my first real connection to the pioneers that Utah and the local Mormons hold so dear.
We also learned that Salina is pronounced Sa-Lie-Na, not Sa-Lee-Na, which was kind of a surprise. Also, the high school has a new football coach.
After church we all slept. And slept. And slept. I slept for like 3 hours. Mom and Alia slept for at least 4. We took a few dips in the motel’s pool and hot tub which felt like absolute heaven for my tired muscles and body overall. We ate some cheap microwave meals that Mom and I got a weird craving for while grocery shopping last night, and covetously watched a couple hours of Chopped: All Stars. Finally, we went and visited the apparently famous Mom’s Café where my mom mocked my order of a simple soup and salad while she scarfed down a chicken fried steak. Nothing like am mother challenging your masculinity to help you really feel that familial love.
I spent a good amount of time trying to catch up on these blog posts. Mom had been taking a lot of pictures over the past 11 days and decided that it would be a good time to send them to me. When she went to send them over, we realized that most of them were missing. Not just from this trip, but her pictures from recent trips to Chicago, Mexico, Minnesota, all of them were gone. She spent a couple hours frantically calling Samsung and Google trying to figure out what happened. I guess that there is just some glitch that happens sometimes with her type of phone that completely screws the owner out of saving precious memories through pictures. Screw you Samsung.
But yeah, long story short, we basically did nothing all day, and it was beautiful. It was exactly what my body needed, especially the sleep. Thank God for his day of rest.