Don't worry, we'll get to the title eventually; but first lets talk about the rest of my week here in Waldport Oregon ("where the forest meets the sea" or so the sign says).
The clothing exchange is bursting at the seams. Apparently, the Newport Goodwill has been closed to donations for months, and the Florence one is now unreachable (part of the road fell into the ocean or something fun like that, not really sure, us missionaries don't exactly know 'the word on the street'). So, everyone and their grandmother have been bringing all their old clothes to us. We honestly don't have anymore room to put stuff, they have the four of us go through stuff occasionally and "only keep the best of the best", needless to say our discard pile is getting wildly out of hand. At one point I had to help one of the people that work there make a "Closed for Donations" sign. He was using Google Docs and couldn't figure it out, I helped him figure it out, even though it wasn't Word (I am after all "proficient" in Microsoft Office, at least that's what the test I took in 10th grade told me. It's one of my top five skills).
Near the end of our shift we found a bag full of wack dresses. Dresses may not even be the proper word, let's go with muu-muus. We found FOUR of the exact same ones so we all took one, mine is one of the ugliest shades of pink that's ever touched my body. We wore them to sleep that night because we spent the night at the Yachats apartment so we could get ready together for Zone Conference!
Unfortunately we couldn't take the drive along the coast to Eugene, because the road kind of fell into the ocean; but Oregon's still pretty without the ocean. We also took some pictures before Zone conference courtesy of our FHAM (family history and media) Sisters; so I now have a Facebook profile picture with a tag on, whoops!
After Zone conference we bolted to Five Guys, only to get beat there by the Elders from our district. Also they don't have fry sauce here obviously, and I'm kind of ashamed to admit, it just didn't slap as hard without it. :( We also went to Voo-Doo Donuts, which is weirdly famous throughout the mission (and in Oregon). I was quite saddened to see the menu and see the one donut I wanted was one I couldn't order because it had a bad word in the title, and I have the Savior's name written on my heart. Growing experiences my people, growing experiences.
Hermana Hawkins may or may not have almost drove us through a field on the way home from Eugene. Okay fine, she totally did. She turned like 10 feet before the road, and I was dying. She just awkwardly backed up and we went on our merry way though. If only TIWI (our driving monitors) had a setting for off-roading.
At the end of district council we played a round of "Taco-Cat-Goat-Cheese-Pizza" genuinely one of the dumbest card games I've ever played; but it does provide quality entertainment. It was nice to have the Elders there because when we play with just the Sisters I get beat like a dirty rug. But the Elders managed to be worse than me so that was nice. It felt good to be one of the winners for a change.
We've been planning this video to make when the FHAM Sisters come down for a little bit. We wanted a lot of members to be in it, but some of them were going to be gone that day. Luckily we have a professional photographer in our ward so he filmed them with his NICE camera. It was super nice of him, and he drove to both their houses and filmed for us! Unfortunately once we were done, him and his wife left before us. We were still talking with the family that was being filmed; and they came back about 10 minutes later to inform us they had hit our car.
Funniest part of all of this is that the car literally hit 1,000 miles an hour before this; so big rip to the Blueberry! The blue 2021 Equinox is no longer pristine. We haven't really been told much by the mission on what will happen either, so that'll be fun to figure out this week. I had high hopes that they'd take away my driving privileges, but then I remembered the car was parked and I wasn't even in it so the chances are pretty slim. The car is still drivable though, so that's nice, the door's just a little wacked. One of the Elders pointed out to me that when the Blueberry got wrecked in Psych they got a cranberry, so perhaps that's out destiny.
Yesterday we may or may not have held Catholic mass instead of sacrament meeting. The speaker didn't show up again, so the Bishop just started reading out of Mosiah but changing everything to first person. He was replacing words, like "King" became "Bishop" and so on, it was wildin'. I wasn't paying too much attention though, because all four of us were frantically preparing a thought just in case Bishop called one of us out of the audience again. Luckily (or unluckily) his reading of King Benjamin's address took the entire time.
But 'oh how the tables have turned', because YSA this week was amazing! First of all three members showed up! Well technically two members showed up, and then one got sustained as a member during the meeting. Which was epic. Chris had gotten baptized literally 90 minutes prior to the meeting. He was glowing! Then he ASKED if he could speak in our ward with the Elders. He did such a good job! It literally made my entire month! After we went and talked to him, he told us he didn't know what he was going to say at first and then a story came to his mind and everything clicked and he just started talking. Hermana Hawkins jokingly told him "Welcome to the Holy Ghost." His eyes went so big as he said, "that's what it is!". It was like everything just clicked in his brain. He was so excited, it was so cool!
Anyways that meeting made my whole week and to quote Sister Mitchell once we got into the car "The Church is so true guys!" Much love from the OEM.
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