One of our recent converts has a husband who has been sitting in on the lessons. He is a computer programmer and keeps asking us to bring geeky members to our appointments so that he can have people explain things to him in a way that makes logical sense in his mind. Our new district leader happens to be very good at explaining gospel concepts in a logical way. (Unusually so. Really, this kid is talented. Elder! I mean elder!) So we thought we'd bring the elders to meet Mr. Computer Programmer and see if they hit it off.
The appointment started off a little strangely. The elders (who are both going home in four weeks) were asking him get-to-know-you type questions and he was explaining some of his reasons for being skeptical about religion. Then, out of nowhere, he starts going off on Freudian archetypes (yes, you can all guess where this is going) with some rather descriptive language. Too descriptive. Embarrassingly so and suddenly I'm staring at the ground, red-faced, thinking, "Did you really just say THAT word to the district leader?!" Yes, he did. Indeed. And the elders just kept plowing on through like nothing had happened. Apparently when you've been out 23 months you've heard it all, seen it all, and are not shocked by ANYTHING. :)
Saturday was exciting. My companion woke up with vertigo, of all things. Even more
random, the senior elder who works in the office happened to work in hearing and balance before he retired. He and his colleagues developed a cutting-edge treatment for vertigo. Apparently there are some crystals that belong in the inner ear, that can get knocked out into the ear canals by head trauma or something similar. That's what causes vertigo and all that needs to happen is for the crystals to get back inside the inner ear instead of floating around all over the place. So the treatment involves holding your head down and then jerking it around quickly so the crystals fall back in. Weird huh?
Anyway, the office couple came over and he did the treatment on Sister Johnston.
It seems to have worked so far. But I had to be the designated driver for a couple of days, since she was too dizzy to drive. That was exciting. People in Fairfield drive like it's the end of the world. And using your horn is as regular as breathing. Quite a shock coming from Utah, where using your horn is one of the rudest things you can do,unless it's absolutely a life-and-death situation. It's like crying wolf, though. You get so used to hearing horns that it doesn't even affect you. Then if it ever is a life-and-death situation you might not notice the horn. :)
There was so much more that happened this week! Good heavens! But I am out of time. I must continue this saga next Monday. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
-Sister Monson
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