#4- Same dude who's cat died in the back of his car, invited of over to dine a dinner to say thanks for helping us move. His other cat started gacking and walked out of the room, minutes later was found dead (on the owner's bed) in a pile of vomit. Cause of death chicken bone.
Ironically, also discovered that he is actually a vet so lol
Maybe #5- Little backstory, it flooded here this week. Because of the hills, the rain we had just poured to the bottoms, filled and overflowed the gutters. So, we got caught in the storm and because of the injury I sustained (we'll get to that) we huddle under a canopy, watching the torrent of brown white-water rapids pour down the street. And what should appear? Is it a chair, an umbrella? What's floating down. It's a cat. He went by, don't know if he made it out alive, so we'll just leave his as a possible.
Speaking of dead pets, the funniest, still awful, thing happened during one of our lessons. We're teaching this lady, her dogs are running around the house, her bird squawking and squawking and, in her words, singing. Then, he stopped. We walked out of the room, there on the floor, bird head, bird feet, two very satisfied dogs (you may be thinking, what's funny about this, what a sick story, gross). Then, to highlight my week, she said these words. "Oh my gosh, it happened again." Me- Again? Her- Yeah, it's the third time they've done this. Me- (I actually don't say anything because if I did, it would be perfectly ill timed and I would laugh) Nods Head. Elder Orteney- Three times? Wow
Moral, lady, you've got to choose. Either get rid of the dogs or stop buying birds that they eat. Sheesh lady
So, I popped the soccer ball. Sent a volley towards the goal (scored, btws) and the curve on the ball (it had some nasty curve) dropped it right onto one of the hooks holding the net. Wham blam, thanks for smelling good man, next ball, what up USA
So, I got hit by a car (again) but not even in an exciting way. The river of water carried a Volswagon bug into the back of my leg. That's it. Leg was a little sore, nothing else, a lot less exciting than I made it sound, sorry.
We got Irmão Lorenzo out to church. That's a big deal, you don't even know. He's a less active, really less active, who hasn't been to church in 16 years (really less active). But, his wife, an active wonderful member, invited us over, we went, invited him and followed up, and bribed him with love, and he showed up. And he walked in and the Bishop was up on the stand, conducting, and he just stopped talking and stared at him. And so everyone else stared at him. And then the bishop came off the pulpet, in the middle of announcements, and gave him a hug, and then went back up and he was cring and everybody loved him and it was great.
We love Irmão Lorenzo
Also, loved being the first missionary in the world to talk to my family. What up. The real highlight of my week, for sure. I only cried a little, the camera made me look not super fat, we just had a great time. But, I was asked to bear a testimony on Sunday and give one of my goals, so I did. I talked about talking to my family and how my goal is to talk to my family, the celestial one, more. As missionaries, we pray a lot. Like 20 something times per day. Out load. But I wanted some more one on one time with upstairs residents. I don't know about for my family, but for me, seeing them and talking to them filled me with such happiness, but also sadness because I hadn't had that opportunity in a while. For our Heavenly Father I'm sure it's the same. He feels that sentiment of longing and distance when we don't communicate with Him. He wants to have those conversations with us. And we should desire to have them with him too.
I love you, you are all marvelous, special people to me and I miss you all (even you sisters in other missions who's emails I stole ;)) Just kidding, Dad
Happy New Years,
Elder Simon Bond*
*He wrote a book called "101 Uses for a Dead Cat" or something like that. There was a member talking about buying it for me.
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