Sunday, November 1st started with long-distance video Primary with Abbi and Ezra. To our delight, their new little sister has a great chair that holds her up and steady, and she sits on the counter in the background taking it all in, watching her sibs sing, talk, and listen to their Nana and Papa. It is a new world: Amelia is growing up with video conference just a normal and natural part of life. We wished Sis Annie Stewart an early birthday, because on Thursday she says she is turning 94. She is about as spunky as can be today. I think her biggest worry is whether she will have too many great, great grandchildren running around her house making noise on her birthday. We went home and fed our local sister missionaries, Sis Huffaker and Sis Jarman, our family favorite hamburger soup. A couple of summers ago we went to Alaska and as a souvenir brought home some dry sour dough starter. For some reason, we brought it on our mission and decided to activate it. We made biscuits with that, but they were not very good. It was disappointing. That evening we had a crazy family video call to celebrate our son Spencer, daughter Malory, and niece Kristen Jensen’s birthdays this week. Sis Hatfield had set up a zoom conference and had invited everyone in the extended Hatfield Jensen family, including my Mom and Dad in St George. To her credit, Mom bravely tried to connect, and has had success on other occasions, but this time it was just not working. Sis Hatfield patiently trouble shot for a good 30-45 minutes trying to get a phone or desktop to connect, but with no success. Finally, it was time to blow out candles in Provo so we FaceTimed with Mom and Dad, and held the phone up to Sis Hatfield’s monitor. Over the multiple video relays, sometimes the display was of people, but often off the wall or floor, or maybe a shot from the waste down, or sometimes too small to see. And of course the singing was a cacophony of voices with various electronic timing. Afterwards, we had a good laugh that we had even tried to connect everyone. Still, it was fun to see and hear everyone, offer birthday wishes, and have a feel for how the party went—at our own house. We worked late into the night cooking up 15 pounds of hamburger into taco meat for Mission Leadership Conference lunch tomorrow. It was tricky getting rid of 2 quarts of liquid fat after the frying was over.