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I finally feel like we’re getting somewhere with the house; the painter came by today and did the ceilings in the great room (15′ vaulted ceiling), the kitchen, and the hallway. It looks really good–fresh, clean, and professionally done. :) Which is a good thing, since the painter is a professional and the way the ceilings looked prior to his visit was less-than-professional. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ Mark and I are great on walls, but ceilings are just beyond us. Which is why (after our lame attempt) we had the professional out. ๐Ÿ˜‰

The floor in the kitchen will be replaced this weekend, which is none too soon for me. I mopped it yesterday and something dripped on it by the evening, causing my shoes to “crackle” and stick to it. So Mark re-mopped it last night before we went to bed. And this morning, I was still having problems with it, so I mopped it AGAIN. I swear, the mop is clean, the cleaning solution is clean–there’s *nothing* on the floor! But the painter’s shoes were sticking to it by the time he cleaned out his brushes and prepared to leave. ๐Ÿ˜ So bring on the new floor, please.

And I gutted Brendan’s room (yet again) today. I convinced him to pack up stuffed animals that he doesn’t play with much in boxes and took the boxes out to the garage. THAT was a challenge, but I’m happy to say, his room is much sparser. And for a clutterbug like he, that’s a good thing. :) And then I washed the walls. We did this 4+ years ago before he was born and when we set up the nursery and hadn’t done it since (:::blush:::). The Lysol-water solution didn’t do much, so I pulled out the big guns and used a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. THOSE THINGS ARE AMAZING! ๐Ÿ˜€ I didn’t scrub the walls as much as I wiped them down with the Magic Eraser, and everything (all the hand and foot prints, etc.) came right off. There were a few small divots in the wall that are there needed a bit more rubbing, but it didn’t take the paint off. Which is amazing, considering it’s the same paint the builder used when we built the house. I initially thought the room might need a fresh coat of paint, but honestly, it looks so good that painting is unnecessary. :) I’ll fill in the little divots and touch them up tomorrow, but the room is essentially done, as I shampooed the carpet in there before we went on vacation. :)

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I finished Martha Beck’s book (“Leaving the Saints”) today–this morning, more precisely. I just couldn’t do anything productive until I was done, so I read the rest of it early on. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I still don’t know where Beck is spiritually, except to say that we probably believe a lot of the same things. Some of the way she phrased things came across a bit animistic, but it probably had more to do with her extensive education and spiritual-search –using phrases that anyone (no matter their religious upbringing) would understand. Like many ex-LDS-members, she doesn’t attend church or affiliate herself with a denomination–I’ve read that many times before and somehow understand why without really being able to verbalize it.

In many ways I found myself connecting with Beck as she wrote, almost being able to predict what the next sentence would be. Which is really quite odd, in that I was not been sexually abused as she was, and I’ve not ever been LDS. But I guess my education has left me with enough information on both subjects that combined with her style of writing (very similar to mine), I felt an intuitive connection with her experiences and her story.

One of the amazing things I noted was that Beck is not bitter towards the LDS Church or its members.ย  She seems to be particularly sad for them (an emotion that I resonate with) and she’s frustrated with the stonewalling the LDS leaders do in relationship to sexual abuse in the organization, but she harbours no hatred for them–at least, that I could discern.ย  Like me, she admires the ‘niceness’ of LDS members, but also understands that the sociological system in which they exist would scorn them if they were anything *but* nice.ย  She feels the tension that exists for them, and at the same time, revels in her freedom.ย  And she misses her family (who have effectively shunned her), yet she understands that the chasm which separates them is self-imposed, and the imposition of the chasm wasn’t her decision. ย  So it reads as though she has peace with her life now, even with the pitfalls that exist.

Again, I fully recommend the book, even if you don’t have my abiding interest in researching Mormonism. It’s a fascinating story and one that moved me to tears several times. But maybe that’s just me–after all, I’m a sap who cries at Hallmark commercials. ๐Ÿ˜‰.

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  • erica

    I read Leaving the Saints probably a year ago. I felt very convinced by some of what she said, and very sceptical about other parts. I did a seach online and found the site that her siblings have to defend their father and it contains some good points and additional information, and I also found out that since her book she and her husband divorced and she has a lesbian partner now. If memory serves me correctly, I think her husband decided he was also homosexual.

    Did you know she is a regular contributor to the Oprah magazine?

    After everything I read I felt less compelled by the whole story. Seemed to me that there was a lot more to the tale than just what was in the book.