Doing the Jepson

Friday, September 19, 2008 By the way, I just got back from the pool. Last night our home teachers, Peter Leukel and Rick Bos came over for their monthly visit. They are very consciences (is that the right word?) about doing their job. Before sitting down and doing the “long” visit which comes before the lesson, Rick mentioned that he had been at the pool doing “The Jepson.” Now, be aware that is not an anomaly. Since I am at the pool jogging for an hour on a regular basis, most of the older sisters in the ward and others have started jogging and are now calling it, “Doing the Jepson” or “Doing my Jepson”. It started with Janet Wolsey, wife of Terry Wolsey the High Priest group leader. Of course I am flattered.

Buffalo Trees

Friday, September 19, 2008 Speaking of doing “The Jepson.” There is a row of old-very large Cottonwood trees lining the south side of Saratoga drive next to the fence that borders the pool, pavilion, boat harbour etc. When I do “My Jepson,” I generally jog back and forth across the pool at the line that divides the shallow end from the deep end. It is just the right depth for me. As I am at the west side of the pool facing east and looking to the north and east, there are five Cottonwood trees that look as if there are four trees and to me at least look like a giant buffalo with its back raised in a humped stance. It is facing east with its head turned slightly to the south as if it were looking out across Utah Lake. It has a buffalo’s beard and there is even a hole the right size and position for an eye. It even has four legs (tree trunks) in just the right places. Quite remarkable to someone with an imagination like mine. It helps the time go by as I gaze at and admire, “My buffalo” as I parade back and forth across the pool for an hour. I have always been the sort who sees images in the clouds and marbled tile etc.