I spoke too soon last
week. I’m not the sophisticated New York
driver that I boasted I was. Thursday evening in a downpour on my way back from
checking on some missionaries on Long Island, I slowed WAY down to try to find
the place I was supposed to turn left.
Along came an SUV and smashed into me from behind. The other driver was irate that I had stopped
in the middle of the road and demanded to know why I had done that. I was very subdued and didn’t argue with him
which made him even angrier.
The policeman was very nice
and sent us on our way after taking what seemed like forever to fill out the
accident report. Both cars were drivable
but I admit, I was a little shaken. I was not injured in any way and neither
was the other driver. But it did cause me
to be overly cautious on the way home.
The dark night and the rain added to the drama.
Now that I have that
confession of being boastful and the consequences out of the way, it has been a
good week. No major illnesses. Coughs, sore throats, and stuffy/runny noses
are still the major complaints.
We have two new senior couples
and they were able to come to our FHE last Monday. It is fun to get acquainted with new
friends. I always enjoy the opportunity
to get together and visit and to eat. We
take turns preparing the meals. I like
the variety that comes with different people.
Tuesday I went to Brooklyn to
visit with some sisters. They told me
about a Mexican restaurant they wanted to try so we did. Good food plus horchata.
Sisters Hall and Figaro |
Wednesday and Thursday I went
into Manhattan with some sisters to appointments there. I like the opportunity to spend time
traveling with the missionaries. Then we
had lunch /dinner afterward. Good
times!!
Sisters Pew and Brinton |
Sisters Borges and Panoussi |
I liked this colorful building in Manhattan and the store name. |
Sign in an apartment window on 87th Street |
Thursday after I returned from
Manhattan, I drove out to South Shore on Long Island to take Sister Hammarstrom
to lunch. She is going home on
Tuesday. She lived in the apartment
above me when I came to the mission a year ago.
I spent last Halloween with her and her companion. On the way back to Rego Park where I live, I
stopped to see two more sisters and took them to dinner in Valley Stream.
Sisters Allen and Hammarstrom and our delicious meal at Outback. |
Friday I went to Bushwick for
lunch and to visit some sisters there.
Mexican food again but with a twist of Jamaican thrown in.
Saturday, I went grocery
shopping so I could stock up on things that I can’t carry as I will probably be
without a car for a couple of weeks while mine is being repaired. I will take it to the shop one day next week
when the repairman can begin on it.
Elder Williams takes the mission cars to a body shop in Flushing. He talked to the owner and he agreed to
work on my car. There are stores,
including Costco, within walking distance of my apartment so I don’t really
need a car except when I need to check on and visit missionaries. If it becomes necessary, I will rent a car.
Saturday afternoon was the
ward Fall Harvest Festival. It was
sponsored by the Primary. Someone called
me Friday afternoon and asked me to bring chili. I agreed so I got up early in the morning to
put it together in the crockpot before I went grocery shopping. I had hamburger in the freezer but my supply
of beans was limited. I had a couple of
cans of pinto beans, a couple of cans of small pink beans, a can of red kidney
beans, two cans of black beans, and a can of chili con carne. I opened them all, dumped them in the
crockpot and put in the cooked hamburger with onions and garlic. I added a bunch of taco seasoning, some
Montreal steak seasoning, chili powder, tomatoes, plain and stewed and Prego
spaghetti sauce. Someone once told me
that cinnamon brings out the flavor of the cumin so I added a dash of
cinnamon. Also, I add brown sugar to
anything and everything just because I like brown sugar. Sounds awful but somebody liked it because,
SURPRISE, my chili took first place in the chili cook-off. I didn’t realize it was a competition or I
would have done a better job.
Cupcake walk and the crowd |
Sisters Talaboc and Grimsman. They live in the apartment above me. Elder Syme. |
Elders Christie, Smith, Honey, Sakurada, Syme, and Woodmansee |
Table of chili entries and my prize- the plant |
Eating doughnuts- no hands allowed |
Sunday our ward choir sang in
Sacrament Meeting and then we spent the second and third hour in the chapel for
Primary practicing our program which will be on November 20th. I remember from programs in the past that the
practices ALWAYS seem to be a disaster and then everything falls into place on
program day. I have faith that this will be the case this time too because the
practice was a disaster. No one seemed
to remember the words to the songs and the children were restless and
rowdy.
The day ended on a very
spiritual note as I was invited to the baptism of a young Spanish speaking
woman, Laura, from Colombia. I became
acquainted with her when the sister missionaries brought her to dinner at my
home one evening and I had the opportunity to help her with her English. The baptism was in Spanish but the language
of the Spirit is universal. I managed to
shed a few tears. I discovered that I
can’t sing A Child’s Prayer or The Spirit of God Like a Fire Is Burning in
either language without tears. Music
speaks to my heart.
Laura and the bishop of the Spanish Ward |
I pray that you, my family and
friends, will have a good week ahead and that the Spirit may guide you in all
you do.
I love you.
Happy Halloween from the wicked witch! |
I stumbled across this on facebook and read it to Frank. I'm adding it to my blog list. You made us laugh - more than once. We love and miss you and hope you are having a wonderful time. Take care and we'll see you in June.
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