Sometimes I lose track of the conversation and at the end I try to piece everything together. We were having dinner with a couple in our branch and I think Hna Enriquez offered that we could help them with anything they needed. Some other things were said. Hna Enriquez's response was "Sure we can help you clean your elephants!" And I was pretty confused.
That was about two weeks ago. We went back this week to help Hermana C clean her elephants. She has a cabinet of little elephant figurines. Hundreds of them. Ok maybe around a hundred. We dusted all of them. I spent the whole time laughing quietly to myself because I was thinking "This lady is so nice. Too bad she is crazy." And we dusted elephants and tried to safe them from her small dog and dusted the shelved and listened to the stories about the elephants and dusted more elephants. After we left, I was starting to forget how completely ridiculous it was. I think it is dangerous to let insanity become normal. Then life just isn't as funny.
Some things in life just work out perfectly and I want it to be a parable. I had to rescue Hna Enriquez from an inch long gecko that was hiding in the bathroom and ran into our bedroom. She told me to kill it, but it was probably one of the cutest things on earth, so I put it outside. A few days later, I encountered an inch long cockroach on the counter when I was preparing my cereal. I just yelled in surprise and stood there and stared at it for a while until Hna Enriquez came in and killed it with a package of Oreos. I think that the lesson to be learned here is cockroaches are terrible.
Transfers. So usually we would get a call Saturday night telling us where we will be going and who our new companion will be. Then, you have Sunday to say bye to everyone in the ward and Monday to pack up. Instead, this week we are getting the call tonight at 9:30 telling us if we need to pack up. We don't find out until tomorrow morning where we will be going. We were so annoyed when we got the text message on Friday explaining that. Still working on getting over that and not freaking out and everything.
We have been having a thermostat war in our apartment for the last week. Every time I am not looking, Hna Enriquez turns the heater up to 78 because I think she has a misconception that it doesn't work at any lower of a temperature. When she isn't looking, I turn it down to 72 so I can feel like I can breath again. I think she wins more often, because I wake up in the middle of the night every night feeling like I have a fever.
I am developing a watch tan. So that is almost exciting.
For some reason little kids love sitting with us for sacrament meeting. Some of them are my favorite people in the branch. Sometimes I feel so bad when everyone in the room is staring at us because we have no authority to tell the kids to stop being so loud and playing with their train set. I didn't expect this responsibility.
We taught lessons, knocked doors, got asked how many times we have been in love (another conversation in which I think I got a bit lost), tried Guatemalan style tamales, and got mistaken for Jehovah's Witnesses (as usual).
Have a great week!