June 6 -- Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house

There was a flash in my mind while we were in the Draper Valley Temple open house with the Kelseys of Mr. Mokashi and Smita with us in what I understood to be the Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house. I was so excited to consider sharing that opportunity with them, I checked the dates that very night. The open house didn't begin until June 1. On that day, we thought the Mokashis were to visit some time in May. I told Dave, "He thinks he's coming in May, but he's actually coming in June." Within a few weeks, the dates were moved and indeed they were to visit within the Oquirrh Mountain open house dates. Imagine that.

Saturday was the last working day before our road trip and it was a whirl of getting ready for Sunday's big Parish dinner and for the road trip (I don't know why I always act like there will be no stores where I'm going?). I took Smita to Costco. She was impressed by the size and variety. I love the quality.

When we got back home we had to race to get everyone into Sunday clothes, hair done, and off to the open house. I had gotten tickets for our family with the Mokashis and both Dave's folks and mine. I forgot my cell phone and couldn't coordinate with my Dad, though we parked right next to them (about 20 minutes later). Not finding us readily, unable to contact us by phone, and not wanting to miss us altogether, my mom and dad went on the tour without us. They waited for us in the reception area following there tour. We met them at the conclusion of ours.

After some pictures and cookies, I wanted to take everyone out for Indian. Dad got out his iPhone and found us an authentic place not too far from the temple. It was called India Fusion and Mr. Mokashi certifies its authenticity. We all really enjoyed the night.

When we got things settled down back at home (not really, Parker was in a mood and I just left him in Dave's charge), I took Smita to Wal-Mart to get the things on my list Costco doesn't carry. For some undefined reason, I always have to check my mind at the door when I enter that place, I think all the stuff overwhelms me. I remembered that I'd forgotten the cream before I checked out, but I realized I'd forgotten the chicken for Sunday's Indian dinner after we loaded up the car. I just couldn't go back in. Calming down on the way home, I reconciled with my circumstances and ran into Smiths (a much smaller store) close to home. Phew.