I
have lots of crazy stories from this week! Just after I emailed last week
Sister Bird and I went to our last Zone Activity together. If there is one
thing that I just cannot do even a little bit, it's sports. Literally, not even
a little bit! We played chair soccer, which essentially means that we each had
a chair and we had to protect it from the soccer ball, the last one with their
chair still untouched is the winner. So being the uncoordinated mess that I am,
my chair was among the first to get out. According to the rules of this made up
game you must stay with your chair, in hopes that you are able to catch the
ball and get yourself back in. So I was just sitting, with no intentions of
even attempting to get back in, and a very well directed soccer ball comes
flying at my face going a million miles an hour. Whoops. Bloody nose and
dizziness aside, I was miraculously able to work through the rest of the day.
Tuesday was transfer day, the day that I had to say good-bye to
my amazing companion Sister Bird! I was literally so sad! Sister Bird is
incredible, and she trained me well! She moved on to Olympia and I got Sister
Webb! Sister Webb is also incredible! She went to Utah State before the
Mission, Majoring in Math Education, and basically lived my life, without me
ever knowing her!
Driving home from Transfers was an adventure, I had not been
behind a wheel in almost four months, and that skill leaves you quicker than
you would think! What made it even more adventurous was the fact that my nose
began gushing blood halfway home! Unfortunately my nose was not completely fine
after being pelted in the face! Never drive while your nose is bleeding; it is
just a bad idea!
Sister Webb and I have been getting along fantastically! She is
so kind and compassionate! We came out on the same day so we both just finished
training and really have no idea what we are doing, but it's fun.
Yesterday we decided to tackle the most daunting task known to
missionary-kind, cleaning out the kitchen. We had four garbage bags full of
molded breads, rotten eggs and all sorts of nastiness, in addition to the five
bags from the refrigerator. It was disgusting, but we can officially see the
back of our pantry and we now know where all the dishes actually are! As we
were taking the trash out I opened the door to the garbage compactor, which has
a very sharp corner conveniently level with my head. Of course I have no idea
how to judge whether or not my head will hit said corner, except stupidity in
not knowing how tall I actually am... Blood should not ever come out of your
head. Nope, not ever. This wound up with Sister Webb sitting queasily in a
corner and me trying to figure out what to do when a cut on your head is not
stitches worthy! Luckily I did not need stitches, and I am probably not
concussed, but lesson learned, know how tall you actually are.
I love you all, and I hope you can laugh at my crazy life! Have
a great week!
Sister Megan Monson
