Ever since I started serving with Sister Johnston I'm doing this thing where I talk to myself, and refer to myself as "Monson" in the third person, e.g., "Where did you
put that, Monson?" or "Get it together, Monson!" Or last night, when we were late
to dinner at our ward mission leader's house:
Sister Johnston: "Sorry we're late, I think we didn't hear your directions
correctly."
Me: "Monson spaced it. I'm blaming it on fasting brain." [Referring to an
accidental 26-hour fast (that's another story.]
Anyone who knows Grandpa Monson, are you remembering the fishing video my dad took of him? "Monson, you pulled it the wrong way, you idiot!" :)
Anyway, I'm becoming Grandpa Monson (which is definitely a good thing, by the way, for those of you who don't know him). I'm also becoming several of my companions.
Apparently I don't have a personality of my own so I have to mooch off everyone
else's. I'm like this giant leech. "Hi, I'm Sister Leech. I'm here to steal
your personality. Wanna get baptized?" ANYWAY
The baptism went so well. So well! The ward was so supportive and the prelude music
turned out nicely, if we do say so ourselves (wink, wink). She had to go under four
times! First because Bro. Gallardo didn't say her full name the first time, and the
next three times because her baptismal outfit kept bubbling and not going under. She kept saying, "I must have lots of sins to wash away!" But we told her it's really
because she's so pure that she floats on top of the water. What a great day.
Halloween was fun. Apparently in New England the day before Halloween is "Mischief
Day," and that's when all the pranks happen, instead of actually on Halloween. People kept telling us to watch out for flying eggs and toilet paper, and made it sound like it was a huge deal. But nothing happened. The next day we saw toilet paper in a few yards. That was it. On Halloween we had to be inside by 6 for safety. For all the hype, it was a very quiet holiday, except for some random screaming neighbors. Oh, and we found some spiders the size of grapefruits in our apartment (okay, well, not quite that big) and I stepped on a snake at someone's house. And some nice people gave us kids' sunglasses. That was the extent of our excitement.
On "Mischief Day" the Trumbull and Bridgeport wards did a combined trunk-or-treat
which was fun. We handed out candy and pass-along cards. :) Halloween is a blast here because people go ALL OUT with their decorations. It's a HUGE deal. Utah, take
notes sorry, but your Halloween decorations are weak sauce.
We've been teaching a sweet Puerto Rican woman who is progressing really well, along
with an older Irish gentleman. It's so great when you find people and they just GET IT-things click and they make sense and most of the stuff they're already living/believing anyway.
Hope you are all doing well, and reading the Book of Mormon every day. No, really!
Really! (Sometimes I feel like a nagging parent. Read your Book of Mormon! If I
don't see you at church you're grounded from the car for the next two weeks!
Okay, not such a good way to motivate people. Good thing I'm not a parent yet.)
Love,
Sister Monson
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