Soaked from a 5 minute downpour that we just happened to be walking in.
Now that's my kinda place!
This one with the little cutie puppy!
Strawberry cream cheese cupcakes we made for Babby's and Peanut's birthday.
Super kewl front door complete with lions (which everyone has here--rich, poor--doesn't matter. Everyone has them.
A sitting spot to write a note to someone who wasn't home, as most people aren't, but people also don't have such lovely sitting spots.
Dear Family,
This week also happened. I have some good news and some bad news. I'll start with the bad news so we can end on a good note. The bad news is....a dear friend of mine died this week. We parked our car, got out and I said, "Sister! It's our gopher! Look how close he is!" We approached him and saw lots of flies gathering in. The poor thing was dead. And then we saw it's insides moving, so I thought it was breathing. Then it looked dead again. Then it squirmed again. I think it was poisoned. The poor thing. I loved that gopher. On especially difficult days, I'd be lying in bed at about 5:50 am thinking, I don't want to get up in 10 minutes. I'm too tired to work. But then I'd think, "Hey, I might see my furry friend! And it'll all be worth it because he's so cute and squishy!" And now he's gone. I'm not going to lie, I cried for about an hour over this.
On a less sad note, we found the Rossi's finally. They've been MIA for a while, but we finally got them on their doorstep and talked with the whole family for a bit, then set up a visit, and the visit happened, and it was really good!
Also, we happened into a less-active family who's always really busy, so we got to visit them too! It's not that they don't like the Church, they just work from 7 am to 11 pm every day. But we caught em on a very rare day off. And they let me hold their baby chihuahua!
Also, we had a zone activity of foods and games. And the Brazilians brought tasty passionfruit mousse-so that was good. And the English people brought lasagna, because that's what we get. The Spanish missionaries eat South American, Caribbean, Central American foods. And the English missionaries eat Italian foods, because that's who lives here. Lots of other nationalities too, but an excess of Italians.
We met a 90 year old man this week, who has a ton of energy...more than Natey, and Mary, and Cate put together! That guy was just cruising' around! And he looked like he was 70, so good job guy! He said he could dwell on the bad and the hard times and what he can't do, or he could just keep positive and get things done. So that's what he does. Not interested, but happy to talk and happy the sun was shining.
I think that's all that happened. Oh, and besides all that, other good news is that we are going to the Manhattan Temple this week! My favorite place ever! It's so amazing and pretty! And so much goin' on outside it, too. "Hey, Tony! We needs more mustard out heres for these dwogs!" and "Taxi, Taxi! I'm on my way to that tall important building 20 blocks that way!" and "Those people must be Mwormons. They look like the people from them mormon.org adds everywhere!" I'm excited to go!
I love you goons! I think about you every day and I hope you's doin' well! Love you!
Sister Fishy
