Well, at last the Storehouse has been open and we’ve been able to get some hands-on experience.
 

It needs just a bit of refurbishment so I have been trying out some change on the shelves.  The products are loaded from behind on rolling shelves but so far they’ve been left in their cardboard boxes.  We put things in plastic bins instead.  It took all day to change over just the one section of shelf, with the help of a volunteer.  Now hopefully we can change all the others, too.  We have been buying many of the bins at Canadian Tire (you’d be surprised how many bins those shelves holding going towards the back) and getting many strange looks at buying 90 at once.  Perhaps they think we are survivalists.

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This ward that we are attending is very diverse.  That is not at all unusual for this area.  There are many different accents spoken but hopefully everyone in this ward at least, speaks English.   In Sunday School I sat while the gentle sounds of snoring emanated from the person next to me.  But wait – it was a two year old girl.  Our Sunday sacrament meeting themes were forgotten today in a bit of drama.  The last speaker was just winding up his talk.  He was a young man, not long back from his mission.  Suddenly in mid-sentence he dropped forward, hitting his head on the podium and then fell over sideways.  The whole congregation gasped and was instantly attentive if they hadn’t been before.  People rushed forward to see to him and a baby on one side of the chapel began to scream.  I don’t think it was any relation to him but it must have been alarmed at the suddenness of what happened.  9-1-1 was called and everyone hustled off to their classes.  I was glad to see no one tried to have the closing hymn and prayer over top of him.