State Of Affairs

I am not dead, much as it might be WAY easier that way.

As a general indication of my state of mind right now, I am wearing green, elf slippers, not unlike these, only less pointy:

Also, navy blue sweat pants, a magenta t-shirt and a black cardigan. I don't know that I could be less co-ordinating if I tried.

This is me and a post of epic proportions is in the works, never fear.

Touching

I went to the church building tonight to meet with the previous Relief Society President so she could give me - even more of - the low-down on the people in the ward.
Wednesday night is a busy night at the ward building; basketball, missionaries, people taking down the Christmas decorations, Family Home Evening.
You know, the usual.
One of the kids - he's 5 - was messing around with the missionaries and the basketball came over to me and asked, "When are you coming back to Primary?"
Awww. Makes even an ice queen like me tear up a little.

This is me and it's nice to know they miss me.

New Hook, Same Fish

Did I mention they released me from being Primary President two weeks ago?
Wait, wait, before you get too excited and happy for me...
I was called to be Relief Society President in the same interview.
Oh yes, I believe this is called, "out of the frying pan and into the fire."
Thus far - all two weeks of it - haven't been too bad; I taught a lesson today that got positive reviews but there's a lot more to this position than the last one and I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. For when it gets hard or complicated or when someone dies.
To make matters worse, because of Primary callings, I haven't been to Sunday School or Relief Society in nearly 15 years. The whole system has changed since I last attended regularly, and now I'm in charge of it.
Oy.
After one meeting with the previous president I know more than I ever wanted to about people in the ward. And it's barely begun.

This is me and it's going to get interesting.