Dearest Family,
Here are some other highlights from the week: So, we went
to Broken Bow for our district meeting. Our District Leader, Elder
Thompson, has been providing us with meat for district lunch because he
received a bunch of meat from a member. One week it was pulled pork(?)
sandwiches. I think it was pork. But it was mystery meat from the
member. The next week it was tacos with ground beef from the member.
This last week, all Elder Thompson would say was, "District lunch
SURPRISE!" And then we received a cryptic text from him: Is anyone
allergic to cats? I wanted to respond with, "Sister Stiles and I love
cat! Yum!" but I refrained. It turns out the home we would be eating at
had about 4 cats and he wanted to make sure everyone would be fine with
the cats. But this week's meat turned out to be amazing. Because it was
steak. (And not Cat Steak, but real beef steak!)
I think you all know that I love me some steak.
Love. And this was amazing. Apparently, it was also fresh, so you know,
practically still mooing. So I have now officially had Nebraska steak,
from Nebraska cows, in Nebraska. Go Meat!
We also had a funeral this week. A sister in the
ward who had been battling cancer for 13 years passed away, and Sister
Stiles, Elder Riley, and and I performed a musical number for it--Sister
Stiles' medley of "Abide With Me, Tis Eventide" and "Homeward Bound"
that we sang a few weeks back for Sacrament Meeting. We sounded really
good, but it was definitely a different experience this time--most of
the people I didn't know, and most of them were crying while we sang.
But the family members were appreciative of the music and we were glad
to help out. But that is my second funeral here in Nebraska. I don't
know what that means...
Remember how we are having a mission tour this week?
Well, we learned a few details. We will be going to have our conference
with Elder Robbins on Friday
the 30th, and we will have to head to Lincoln. I am a little sad that
we will be so close to Omaha, because that means that we will be within
an hour of the Temple, but not able to go. Sob! Maybe another time.
(It's sad, because when you're way out in the boonies, you don't get to
go to the temple at all. It's just too far.) But we don't know if we
will get to carpool with anyone, or where we will stay. We will be
driving out there Thursday evening so we can be there in time for the 9 am
start time, but we don't know where we will be staying. And you know
me: I LOVE a plan (and now I'm thinking of the A Team...), and not
having a plan or even a hint of a plan is making me crazy! Sigh. I'm
learning to be patient. (Between you and me, I think that the Lord is
working to make me more patient--He's making me wait on my foot to heal,
he's making me wait to know what our plans are, and I just think that
patience is a bunch of what I am supposed to learn from this.)
Speaking of the mission tour, though, Sister Youngberg called us on Saturday.
She asked Sister Stiles to accompany her on the piano (Sis. Y'berg will
be on the cello) as the special musical number for our conference on Friday.
The plan was at first to overnight the musical accompaniment to us, but
then Sister Marshall (we live with her, remember?) was headed to
Kearney, so she brought the music back to us that evening! Hooray! So
since I am forced to sit with my foot up for hours on end, Sister Stiles
has been playing and practicing for hours on end, and only freaking out
a little bit. It is a bit unnerving to learn you'll be performing for a
zillion missionaries, your mission president, and a general authority,
and you only have 6 days to learn and practice the music. But, hey,
maybe this is why I had to twist my foot--so Sister Stiles could
practice and feel more confident! She got a blessing yesterday from the
Elders and our ward mission leader. When he asked for her full name, the
newest elder said, "I feel like that's information I'm not supposed to
know!" HA! I heart elders. They're ridiculous.
Another funny tidbit--Dad sent me a package,
probably two weeks ago. I, however, did not even know a package was
headed my way until this past week when a letter from Mom said, "You
should already have the package by now..." Huh, I thought. What package?
Well, thought I, maybe they're holding it in Omaha. Two of the Elders
were going to a meeting, so I asked if they would check for the package
for me. Sure, they replied, no problem. They go to their meeting and
return. No package there, they say, it actually got sent to McCook, to
an Elder.
What?
Really. They crossed out my
name, and put an address label for this Elder in McCook on my package.
Apparently when he got it, he opened it, got confused at the contents,
then looked at the package, and saw my crossed out name on it, and then
held on to it for a week. But our Zone Leaders were going to McCook, so
they would pick it up for me and bring it back. Sigh. And when I got it,
yep, it was my package from Dad, with the CDs in it and a letter. Oy
vey. I have no idea what goes on with the mail sometimes. Maybe there's
an Elder there in the office who has it in for me, so he hoards my mail
and sends my packages to the wrong person. :) HA! It doesn't matter--I
have it now. I may keep the packaging just for the pure comedy of
looking at a package with my crossed out name on it and the McCook
Elder's name and address plastered on it.
Speaking of mail hijinx, though, next week is transfers, so who knows what will happen. If you don't mail something to me by Tuesday (Sept 3), then don't send it to the address where I live; send it to the Omaha address. Or wait until after Sept. 5,
which is when we hear about transfers. I honestly don't want to hazard a
guess, because I totally thought I would stay in Plattsmouth and Sister
Harris would leave, but then I left Plattsmouth, and Sister Harris is
STILL there! Go figure. Though you should all send me your guesses: Will
Sister May stay in North Platte? Be transfered to Kearney? To Omaha? Or
Sioux City? Who knows!
Also: Remember the man we met in the Wendy's two weeks ago? We're meeting him again tonight! Exciting times!
Also, it's P-Day! Life is good. Now if I can just relax about not knowing what I'm doing on Friday, I will be fine. I love you all!
Love,
Sister Loradona May
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