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Sister Johnson and Sister Bennett came up for exchanges this week. On a Tuesday so they had the pleasure of sorting, folding, hanging, and most importantly purging clothes with us. Sister Johnson and I each personally made six garbage bags in under thirty minutes at one point. It was a pretty fun time being companions with Sister Johnson for the day, hopefully she'll remember us when she gets sent of to Brazil shortly. :( Sister Johnson forgot shoes to go with her dress once we had to change after the clothing exchange, so she ended up rocking the epic fit that you see pictured below! What a legend.
Our apartment has been a bit of a construction zone lately (they're redoing a lot of stuff I guess? everything looks the same to me). Wednesday's Water was as always a legendary last minute performance. We planned it the morning of, but the printer didn't work at the church (we should have guessed) so we ended up writing all of it five minutes before we were scheduled to start.
The lady that was supposed to make us dinner that night ended up falling asleep and forgetting (how can I blame her for living my dream?) so we ended up eating a frozen pizza in the car of the church parking lot. It felt very reminiscent the time a group of us bought milk and Oreos before softball practice and ate it in Whitey (the 2000 civic I drive at home) so we didn't have to share with the rest of the team. :)
Thursday 'morning' started out pretty interesting. Sister Peterson turned on the lamp and woke me up before going to the bathroom and I - in my very groggy state- was very mad that she didn't have the decency to just hobble to the bathroom in the dark like the rest of us; but I got over it and turned over in my bed and tried to go back to sleep. I felt like I had been run over - and then promptly backed over- by a truck. I fell asleep for another few minutes before Sister Peterson came back and woke me up by saying, "Good Morning." I was so enraged by her saying this, not even really at her, just at the concept of it being morning and me having to wake up. I turned over to her, and with the most pain I have ever heard in my own voice, and tears in my eyes asked, "Did the alarm go off?" We both looked at the time on our phones for ten seconds before Sister Peterson softly whispered, "No?" My phone's clock read 1:23 a.m. Sister Peterson was trying to get us to start morning planning before last call at the "Moose Bar" across the street! Turns out she has a history of sleep walking, and she started to 'sleep pray' and woke up in the middle of it and assumed it was morning! I was just thankful we had five more hours to sleep after that, because for those thirty-seven seconds I thought it was morning I was in pure agony!
Later that morning, when the day was actually supposed to begin. We drove to Corvallis (or I did because I'm the driver this transfer). The Blueberry is still a little broken, so some wind was coming in during the drive; but other than that it was pretty fun! We also ate some Thai food while there, it was Sister Peterson's 18 month mark so she got to pick and she picked correctly! She's literally knocking on deaths door, but all is well. When we got back to Waldport we went to BP's house and Sister Peterson burned a dress, and her copy of 'Adjusting to Missionary Life' (which is in fact the book with a young Tim Ray on the cover, so RIP to him), we figured she is well adjusted by now.
Friday's district council was a pretty good time, the Zone Leaders showed up out of nowhere, which I thought was weird but it turns out they heard we were playing "Secret Hitler" at the end so they drove an hour from Corvallis just to join. I do not blame them, it was epic. Nothing creates a group bonding experience like yelling at each other for being a fascist! As always I was completely innocent and everyone accused me of being Hitler the entire time (I thought it was a Murray family thing, but I'm starting to think I might just give of suspect vibes). District council may or may not have gone over by about an hour, but all is well.
The FHAM sisters game down from Eugene on Friday, so we went around filming pretty much all day. We filmed a lot of members for a video we're making, so hopefully it all went well. If it doesn't at least I learned how to set up and take down filming lights and a tripod in a minute flat. BP made all of us burgers that night, which was really good!
Saturday we did some more service from that Facebook service add we posted about a month ago. We cleaned a car and two boats. The car legit had moss growing out of it, which I still don't understand scientifically. Nonetheless the water that came off of it was green, and we scrubbed for a LONG time! There was also a really weird smelling smoke coming out of this building next to us the whole time. It just kept getting stronger and stronger until we all put our masks on to smell our own breath instead. We still aren't 100% sure what was going on there, the lady we were doing service for claims that her neighbor "brews his own coffee" but I've smelt coffee and that ain't it!
YSA yet again was amazing! Chris (the Newport Elder's friend who got baptized last week) bore his testimony again, and the Elders looked like such proud dads. It was so cool! Also three members showed up, which matched the Branches record from last week. One of them was Clay Evans, who has come before, but works for the Coast Guard so he works a lot of Sundays. He actually bore his testimony too, which was so cool! I was actually really shocked when he got up, but his testimony was so good! It was the first fast Sunday since I've been here where Sister Peterson and I didn't have to go up after a long pause!
We had a "Sister P-Day" today, so us Coast Sisters drove up to Corvallis for the day. Our original plan was to hike "Mary's Peak", we drove up there and there was all this snow! It felt like home for a bit, especially when the other Sisters manage to get stuck in the snow! Gotta love the snow! Luckily some nice Oregonian appeared out of thin air to help us. Dude got an axe and chopped up this tree and used the wood to barricade them from falling off the mountain then managed to push them out of the snow and into a safer zone. He may or may not have been a heavenly messenger, because the dude really disappeared into thin air right after helping us. We then couldn't find the trail, so that didn't go as planned... but still a good time. We went and got some gyros (so good!) and played volleyball for a bit. I consider it a successful outing.
Have the best week everyone! And don't 'brew your own coffee'! ;)
P.S. Also enjoy this picture of me in the cowboy hat that has a picture of our mission president wearing a cowboy hat. Long story.
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