(The Rush part comes from August Rush. They love to play the "guess that note"
game with me.)
Sometimes I think Sister Baird is Craig Monson, the girl version and about thirty years younger. She just wants to run around all day long, talk to people and jump up and down and never eat or sleep. I'm exhausted! But it's a good exhausted. I don't think Sister Pulham is as exhausted as me. Maybe I'm just one of those people who was born with a low energy level. That's why my chosen career is to sit around playing the guitar with God's special children all day long. And that's why Sister Baird is a dance major. Crazy people.
What a memorable week this was. The best part was when we crashed a wedding and a
birthday party in the same day. Then I tracted into an old man with no pants (that was in between the birthday party and the wedding). I've heard so many tracting horror stories like this and now I finally have my own! People in Connecticut have a different definition of the amount of clothing required in order to answer the door. I knocked on the door and heard, "Come in." I opened the screen door a crack and there was an old man sitting on the couch holding something on his lap. He invited us in again, and I started trying to talk to him and then I realized that he was holding his pants on his lap, not wearing them. My companions didn't help me out much, they were trying too hard not to laugh out loud, and I was flipping frantically through my pass-along cards trying to find a Finding Faith in Christ card to toss at him and run away…I was mumbling something about,"Can we leave you a card for a free DVD about Christ? then I gave up and just grabbed some random card and stuck it in his mailbox and took off with a, "Have a good day, sir!"
Yeah, about the rest of that day, the birthday party crashing wasn't intentional. The wedding crashing was. We were visiting a part-member family and remembered a less-active family that lived down the street, so we stopped by to say hello and lo and behold, someone had just gotten hitched. We ended up talking to the band who was there to play at the wedding (they're also friends of the family) and almost got a return appointment with the drummer. Lesson learned from my companions: any situation is only awkward if you make it so. Crash a wedding like you were invited to it, and everything works out fine!
Today we are going to take a tour of Yale. I can't wait. My excitement is beyond
anything I can describe in words. There is SO MUCH going on and no time to write about it. I wish I could. But there will be lots of pictures of YALE (!) next week, and also pictures of the famous New England fall. Rumor has it the leaves will start changing color in a week or two. Nothing much has happened yet.
In terms of miracles, this week has been surreal, just a lot of little things, some
things I couldn't even explain if I had time to write them. I wish I could describe
what the mission is like and how much I learn every day. But I can't! There's no
possible way. But the Church is true! Woo-hoo.
Love,
Sister Monson
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