I feel thoroughly ignored. I mean, I expect to beat Myrddun about the ears every week and get nothing back, but really?
I want a family picture, at some time. One I can put on my wall.
I got the following in an email:
Attending the Temple: President Robinson of the Chicago Temple says that he very much appreciates the attendance by our missionaries. You may not be aware that the temple does not have a laundry facility like many other temples. This means that temple patrons need to bring their own temple clothing. Elders should bring their white pants, tie, belt, and socks with them when they go to the temple. The temple will provide them with slippers and sacred clothing. Sisters should bring as much white clothing as possible. Whatever they don’t have will be provided by the temple.
Appears, contrary to previous instruction, that I need my temple things, or at least my dress and stuff. It'd probably be easiest to send the whole bag...
This week's been really long. I'm not sure what's up but no one is keeping appointments. we've been doing a lot of knocking (actually not that bad, now that the weather is nice) with some fun contacts going on.
We've been cut miles, and right now, it seems like we might need to be using bikes part of the time. (I've charged about 40 dollars of accessories to my personal card.) So, we've been looking to get our hands on a pair of bikes. Hermana Padilla has one, but the assistants have somehow lost the seat, and it'll take them a while to get it to us anyway. One of the brothers is lending us one, and we've been gifted a couple of Junkers by one of our investigators, on of which is in very good condition, actually. We’re actually looking forward to this...
So, in the midst of this, we had an exciting evening. After a fantastic cita with Maria (1 of like 50 that we know by the name,) we're on our way out the door when her husband hurriedly comes up and says he needs a "huge favor." One of their household (which is entirely illegal) was caught speeding. Since he had no license, the car was impounded. They needed someone with a valid license to go get the car, and then to dive it back to them. They also needed to pay the $500 fee.
Well, like all mythical creatures, missionaries have certain rules, among them are three things we can't help with:
1) Rides and driving
2) Money
3) Childcare
We also can't come in unless invited. No, we do not have fangs.
Well, we put them in touch with a few local members, and did our best to explain our limitations.
With that out of our way, we then proceed to get a call that Hermana Segura's daughter has chicken pox. Dinner is out.
We've got a few minutes, so we decide to go home and eat real quickly before the next appointment.
On our door is a notice. The apartment company is changing its parking policy, and we need to get the new placards ASAP. The catch: the lease holder is the only one who can pick them up. We're not the leaseholder. The Church is.
We call the mission office. They want to see the notice. We go to the library to make a copy.
Pulling out of the parking lot, I see that the "maintenance required" light is on. I mention it, but we ignore it.
Moving on to our next appointment, we get a call from a member who was supposed to help us. He can't make it. Which is fine, because we get there, and the gentleman in question is out of the house.
We go home, I start heating some chicken nuggets when our investigator calls asking us if we need some bikes. Well of course we do. We go look at them.
It's dark out, and the bikes are chained together. He's lost the Kay to the lock, so he has to saw through the chain. We help, and no one is hurt in the process. We try the bikes out: one is junk the other isn't. Still we decide to take them both.
We spend an hour trying to figure out how to get the bike rack onto the car, and another 15 minutes getting the bikes onto the rack.
We go home, clean up the bikes, and I eat my (now cold) chicken nuggets. Elder Nielson calls and asks us if we're going to the temple. We don't know, because we're so tight on miles right now... we tell him about the bike thing, and he offers to help, which induces a half-hour game of phone tag.
All this between 6:30 and 9:00 pm.
We planned and went to bed.
That’s all on my side. I hope that all is well with you. Caedy gets kudos for wrting me.
Miss you.
Maren.
