Monday, November 1

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hmm... what to tell you all today.

I was going to send you some really sweet pictures, but guess who forgot her camera cord. You're so smart! How did you know that I forgot it? Crazy. But Sister Hogge brought hers, and she took a funny picture. So I'll send at least one!

Here it is: This is me at the end of the sidewalk. I didn't know it was real. Weird.


This week was nuts. Maria was going to get baptized, then not, then yes, then no. Final answer: Not this week. Why: because her husband can't decide whether or not this is a good idea. This whole becoming Mormon thing is nice in theory, but in practice? He's not so sure. By Sunday evening I felt like I needed to get off the ride and puke.

On the bright side, it was Halloween yesterday! That means no tracting-- can you imagine two Mormon missionaries showing up at the door offering salvation on the Night of the Dead? So door knocking is out on Halloween. No big deal. We had some scheduled appointments and it all worked out.

We went to visit a member family, their kids were SO bummed that they weren't going to get to trick-or-treat. Instead of mountains of candy they got the consolation prize: The Sister Missionaries! After we told them we were going to do something cool, Gracie, who is 7, said, "You're just going to read scriptures or something! That's not cool!" Does she know anything about Sister Missionaries? It's the Night of the Dead! Mormons get pretty excited about their ancestral dead, are ya kiddin' me? So we talked about how after Christ was resurrected that there were a whole bunch of dead people that came back to life (through the power of the resurrection) and taught people about Christ. But they weren't creepy, they were bright and pretty, like angels and glitter. And then we talked about Elijah coming to turn the hearts of the children (living people) to the fathers (dead people), and the hearts of the fathers (dead people) to the children (living people). And then the Halloween kicker: family history, Patricia Polacco style. We read The Keeping Quilt by Patricia Polacco, and then Sister Hogge showed off her amazing Picture Journal of Justice and Truth-- that's her Keeping Quilt from her mission so she can show her kids what it was like. And even Gracie had to admit it was pretty cool, and that maybe sister missionaries weren't such a bad consolation prize.

We brought cookies... that probably helped.