OK. My stories. First...Sunday. We got very lost trying to find a little church building. We have a good map and we marked the spot where the church website said it was. I'm a pretty good guide but after 30 minutes of driving up and down little streets, dead ends, going the wrong way on one-way streets (we're Dominicans!) and with no way to get our directional bearings (we had the map upside down and sideways trying to figure out which way was up!) we were about to give up when we happened onto another little chapel and decided to go there instead. We got there just in time for a Primary Program. It was so sweet. Little tinies bearing their testimonies and a couple of older ones giving talks, all in Spanish even! I want to do that! When they sang the closing number with no music...it was a little scary and I must admit I didn't recognize the song until the very end. It was a typical Dominican version of "When I am Baptised." They do love to sing but my oh my...any resemblance to the tune we all know was purely coincidental! Bless their hearts! After the meeting, we asked what ward it was and lo and behold, we were in the ward we were looking for! Their building was definitely NOT where the map said it should be...but now we know where it is! And we found out way out of the maze and back in again just to be sure! By the time we visit all the barrios, we'll really know the city well. Here's a picture of the whole Primary after the meeting.
Monday morning, I was working at the computer, sitting on our rolling desk chair, and as I reached for something on the end of the desk and stretched a little too far, my chair rolled right out from under me and the chair flew left and I flew right. The end result (no pun intended) was my tailbone smashing against our hard tile floor. Then, my head bounced back and hit the floor, too. (To add a little insult to injury.) I laid there for a minute and thought, "Hmm, am I bleeding?...no...do I have a concussion? Hmm...OK, name the Supreme Court Justices...let's see...uh...Roberts, Thomas, Alito, Kennedy, Scalia and the women...let's see O'Connor retired, uh...who's that tiny liberal one, oh Ginsburg...and the new ones...well, OK, I couldn't name them all before I fell...right?" I thought about Bill getting out of the shower and finding me flat on the floor and decided to get up. I had a big goose egg and a very sore backside. It's been painful to sit or walk or stand or bend. But today it's feeling a little better so I think it was just bruised along with my pride. But I feel the pain of all who have cracked or broken or bruised or otherwise injured their sit-downs. I tell you what....OW!
As to showering in a bucket...I thought it was fun! Making memories! Maybe I'm just a camper at heart but I loved my tea kettle which I always keep full and my bucket and wash cloth. It beats bathing in a cold stream, don't you know! So we had been without water for 3 days (only emergency water for 2 of them but last night and this morning with nothing.) We were told it would probably be this afternoon before they got it turned back on. My little ironing lady came this morning and when she found out we had no water she immediately called her daughter who immediately called our landlord and he said, "Tell them they'll have it in 10 minutes!" And we did! It pays to know good women! But just think...if we'd waited to shower we would have missed those lasting memories! Elder P. did not enjoy the journey on that one I'm afraid. :)
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