November 19, 2013

The only picture I can procure at the moment from Halloween.
I was Jessie from Toy Story 2, Cassell was Esmerelda from The Hunchback of
Notre Dame. We're not allowed to tract on halloween, on account of this is Tacoma
and so pretty much we're gonna get shot. So we were required to listen to the
gunshots from the safety of the church building with all the missionaries in
the Tacoma East zone from 3-9pm. 6 hours is a long time to entertain a bunch of
18 year old Elders, so my comp and I planned out a plethora of activities (one
of which was carving oranges, see picture) and made about a bajillion snacks.
We over estimated the hunger level of the Elders though so we had 2 pans of
cupcakes, 1 pan of cookies, and a pan of rolls left over. We walked around the
next day and gave them to the homeless. Having been in the same area for 4
transfers, I'm pretty much on first name basis with all the homeless people in
the greater Tacoma area. Also all the Cambodians. I love love love talking to
everyone but that means I'm talking to about 200 people a day everyday for 6
months so I'm running out of people I haven't already invited to learn more. I
am legitimately making round 2 on all these people who are like, yeah you've
already prayed with me and given me a book of mormon back in June, don't you
remember? What I really need to start doing is asking the cambodian ones if my
grammar and pronunciation has improved at all since the last time I contacted
them. But then there's the awkward times where it's like, yeah you've already
tried to teach me in Cambodian and I'm still
Marshallese/Korean-black/Laos/PuertoRican-Chinese so I still don't understand
you. This happens more than I would like to admit.

The latter picture is the most
unattractive thing I've ever seen and therefore I plan to print out copies and
distribute them among the investigators and fellow missionaries. If this
doesn't shake their testimony, I think it's safe to say that nothing will. In
the black is Cassell, my former comp who still is in my area and teaching the
people we used to teach but with a new comp, sister Packard (in the blue). It
is so weird for me. They're talking about investigators that used to be mine
too and it's hard for me to hear about it later and not be a part of it. Also I
feel like I'm being broken up with because I call like the day after transfers
and the voicemail message is changed and the text signature doesn't have my
name on it and I can't help but feel like HOW COULD YOU MOVE ON SO FAST. Except
obviously this is how it works in missionary work, you get transferred and it's
fine.. minus the unusual situation of I still see my old comp and old
investigators everyday and they just have someone new now. Sniff. But I have
plenty to do to stay busy so occupying my mind is the best way to move on! In
the white and yellow is one of my posterity, Sister Walker. I think Sister
Dunster is directly behind Cassell so that's unfortunate that you don't get to
see her too but when I find my camera cord I'll send pictures that I took
instead of ones other people sent me because they thought I looked funny. These
two are from our Zone Leader Fish, who was in a car driving away and zoomed in
super close to try to get a candid of our group but I spotted his sneaky
behavior, hence the pointing and the face which translates to, "I see you,
you fiend". Also besides that I just look like this on a fairly regular
basis.
Well those were meant to be brief picture captions and as it
turns out, each could be their own chapter book series for young adults.. so
look for those published in a kindle bookstore near you.
In other news, our reunion was
a great success. We had 70 people there, it was such an interesting mix because
we had people come who had told us they wouldn't go, and people who drove 1.5
hours just for the event, when there were people who lived 5 mins away and said
they'd come and make 100 egg rolls for it and then didn't show. Don't worry
though, we went and visited those people and they gave us some of the egg
rolls. I creepily took pictures of people the whole time on my storm trooper
pentax, so we could know who was there and who came in what groups and was
friends with whom. Last night we sat down with an elderly couple who used to
work in the branch and went through the pictures with them so we could connect
names to faces and find out the background stories of the people who were
there, including how active they were initially, where they were living now and
who they still keep in touch with from the branch. That was equal parts helpful
and hilarious, because they sat and bickered over every person that was brought
up (ie they disagreed on what their name was, how many kids they had, what
callings they held, why they stopped coming to church etc). Considering the
amount of eye-rolling that occurred between them in just those few minutes,
it's a marvel that after 50 years of marriage, their eyes haven't rolled out of
their skulls.
Lastly I gave you the wrong address. This is so
uncomfortable.
7227 13th Ave Ct E apt #21
Tacoma, WA 98404
All the numbers are the same but the difference between Ave
Ct. E and Ave is randomly significant because in Tacoma those addresses are
completely across town from each other. I do not understand how this is
possible. Also, there's a 13th St E, a 13th St Ct E, a E 13th St, and then on
the other side of Tacoma there's a 13th Ave S, 13th Ave Ct S, a 13th St S, a
13th St Ct S, and a S 13th St. If anyone knows who created the Washington
street system, please alert me immediately so that I can send them a strongly
worded letter, along with an invitation to learn more about the gospel. Which,
chances are, I've already extended to them at some point over the last 6 months
anyway.
(Anyone notice how I just brought it back full circle?)
I've been in the WA-TAC 25 weeks, and the church is true
here too!
-Sister McQuivey