Sunday, December 29, 2019

Christmas Day 2019

We had a white Christmas this year and woke up to snow on Christmas Day. Fortunately, the precipitation cleared up a bit late in the morning so that we could drive out to Grantsville to spend a few hours with JB's parents and her side of the family. Nearly everyone was there except Nicole and Spencer, who spent the holiday in England. (Incidentally, Nicole served in the same mission my dad served in many years prior.)

There were not one but two cheese balls there, along with a number of other holiday goodies. (Where I'm concerned, I'm pretty content with a cheese ball for a holiday party.) The kids also had a plethora of their toys to play with, including this wickedly awesome Nerf toy gun of Tatum's (one I could only have dreamed of when I was his age):


As the snow began to fall again out in Tooele County, we were back on the road and headed home to spend the rest of the day with Leia on her first Christmas Day and to watch cheesy Hallmark movies. We hope that you and your family and loved ones had a wonderful holiday, too.

Christmas Eve 2019

For the Plowbuckles, this Christmas season was one featuring a very humble Charlie Brown Christmas tree at our home. Due to JB's unexpected surgery earlier in the month, it ended up being a big part of our decorations and good option for our otherwise less-decorated house. Plus, with Leia the wonder pup still very curious about everything and running around causing mischief, we didn't want to put up the regular tree this year and put our presents under it, both of which would have attracted her attention and would have most certainly led to problems.


So! You may have heard that the latest Star Wars movie, Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker, came out December 20. JB and I went to see it on opening night and enjoyed it a great deal. (I don't know what the critics were smoking who gave the bad reviews, but everyone is entitled to their opinions, and theirs is wrong.)

We went for a second time on Christmas Eve morning with members of JB's family, including Danielle's family and our niblings Olivia and Jake. It was just as enjoyable the second time through.


Six-year-old Tatum and I were twinners with our Darth Vader ugly Christmas sweaters for the occasion.

In the evening, we congregated with the members of my side of the family up at Mike's and Jana's home in Layton for Christmas dinner. JB prepared a turkey and stuffing to add to a very generous supply of food.



Following dinner, we listened to the recording of Dad reading the Christmas story in chapter 2 of Luke, while the kids took part in our annual Christmas pageant.

We then exchanged gifts. The kids opened up their presents from Grandma Plowman, going from youngest (currently Ike) to oldest. We also exchanged gifts among siblings and their families. This year, Mike and Jana drew our name and gave us this Darth Vader waffle iron, which we are hoping to break in soon:


Throughout the evening, both kids and adults were keeping tabs on Santa's whereabouts on NORAD. When he started getting dangerously close to our time zone, the party broke up, and folks headed home to dream of sugar plums and all of that good stuff.

Monday, December 23, 2019

The Gift of Inclusion

A few years ago, my sister had the keen foresight, before Dad's illness, to have him read and record the Christmas story, as found in second chapter of Luke, in a booth at the studio she where worked. Now that he has passed on, being able to listen to him read that story on Christmas Eve has become a pearl of great price for our family as we celebrate the holiday.

There are many important details in the Christmas story. Among them, I find it interesting that the Savior, who would be so sorely rejected by His own people in His earthly ministry, faced rejection on the very night of His birth. It was the infamous innkeeper on that Christmas Eve over 2,000 years ago who found no room for Joseph, Mary, and their soon-to-be-born child in the inn.

In this month's (December 2019) Ensign, the Ministering Principles article is titled "What the Christmas Story Teaches Us about Inclusion." It includes this concept:

"The innkeeper failed to make room for the Savior, but we don't have to make that mistake! We can make room for the Savior in our hearts by making room for our brothers and sisters at our tables, in our homes, and in our traditions. ...

"What better way to celebrate the Savior than to follow His example of inclusion? Remember that He invites 'all to come unto him and partake of his goodness; and he denieth none that come unto him, black and white, bond and free, male and female; and he remembereth the heathen; and all are alike unto God, both Jew and Gentile' (2 Nephi 26:33). Make room and create inclusion."


Recently, I read a number of Dad's old books now sitting on Mom's bookshelves, one of which is Elder Neal A. Maxwell's All These Things Shall Give Thee Experience. In this book, Elder Maxwell teaches the same concept:

"So often what people need is to be sheltered from the storms of life in the sanctuary of belonging. Such a service cannot be rendered by selfish people, however, because the response of the selfish will always be that there is no room in their inn. Chronic self-concern means that the 'No Vacancy' sign is always posted" (p. 55).

Experiences in both my growing up younger years and my adult years have taught me that the gift of including others is indeed a gift of the spirit, and a rare one at that. How few truly possess the ability to lift up the hands that hang low, to include others within their spheres of influence.

Growing up here in Our Lovely Deseret, I found it more common to be excluded than included by my peers. I wish I could say that has changed as an adult, but truth be told, it is not really any different. I look at the past and the present and see far more acquaintances than friends. It is not from a lack of trying. When people and/or groups continually show indifference to your efforts, it ends up not being worth the effort in the long run.

This is not to say I am lonely or entirely without friends. I'm just saying that life's experiences teach you who your friends are, largely by who shows up for things and who wants to be a part of things. The Lord has blessed me with incredible friends. They have been answers to specific prayers.

There will always be those who will exclude, I suppose. For all I know, they will go on excluding into their days in the old folks home. The thing is, I can't do anything about them. People are gonna do what they're gonna do. Their circles will stay the way they have always been.

This Christmas, and going into the new year, I am asking for the gift of inclusion. I am hoping to renew my efforts to minister to those in my family, my neighborhood, my ward, my workplace, and my community. Heaven knows there are those who need it.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Plowman Family Dinner/December 2019

Earlier tonight, we gathered for monthly Plowman family dinner at Biz's and Jeff's home in West Bountiful. The menu was breakfast for dinner, which included bacon, pancakes, breakfast casserole, and French toast. So, it was basically everything you could want in a wonderful dinner.


We celebrated our two December birthdays, Mike's and Kylee's, with cheesecake from Costco.


JB and I provided the goodies for Pass the Parcel, via a shopping spree to Dollar Tree. The Fun Aunt and Uncle know where to get all of the best swag for the niblings.

Lighting the World 2019

Unfortunately, JB and I were not able to make the annual trip down to the Conference Center for the First Presidency Christmas Devotional this year, as we have for the past three years, as one of us was recovering from unexpected emergency surgery. Fortunately, we're past all that now, and last night we made it downtown to see the lights at Temple Square together.


On our way, we passed through the Joseph Smith Memorial Building and actually had to wait in line (20 to 25 minutes or so) to use one of the Light the World giving machines. We purchased three chickens (internationally) and 100 meals for the Utah Food Bank (locally).


There are few sights more beautiful than Temple Square at Christmas time. It was a cold but lovely evening out and a great way to get into the Christmas spirit.

Sunday, December 8, 2019

Improvables: Christmas Party 2019

On Wednesday night, members of the Improvables gathered for our annual troupe Christmas party at the Bountiful Davis Art Center. We enjoyed a delicious waffle bar and one of the best white elephant gift exchanges of the holiday season.

One of the most coveted gifts of the evening was this Nicolas Cage pillow, which ended up in Ryan's possession (after several other gifts were stolen from him):


Parker was the one to unwrap the Christmas Story leg lamp night light I contributed, but it was later stolen from him, as were a number of other gifts.


Yes, we steal a lot in the white elephant process. This is how we roll. (However, Parker ended up with a telescope with which he was very pleased.)

This is me with the hair conditioner and shower music player I unwrapped.


And here's our whole motley crew toward the end of the evening, ugly sweaters and all: