Talofa!
I decided I should apologize for my LONG emails! I really don't expect you to have to read them all the way through, It's just that I'm bad at journaling so I only have my weekly email to act as my journal entry for the week. But I don't expect you to have to read them all. It's probably a little boring and a lot of the same thing so I'm not going to be offended if you don't read them .
We put lots of miles on our vehicle this past week. On Monday, after our weekly office missionary meeting, Elder Godderidge delivered needs to all of the MQ's in the West zone. That zone extends northwest to the west end then south to southwest side. It's the biggest zone on the island in terms of area and missionaries. So it took him most of the day to get them delivered! I stayed at the office to try to get some catch-up work done. And Sister Reid and I were the only ones there for all the excitement of the fire next door! I had to evacuate the mission office for a little while. Just went to my apartment which is only about 30 feet further away, haha!
On Tuesday, it was district meetings so He had to drive to the southeast zone for that. I couldn't go because I had missionaries coming in to see me for things, so I sent chocolate chip cookies for them and Elder G. said they were a hit!. I used the last half of my milk chocolate chip bag that Britni sent me to make them. Tuesday night we got the dreaded call that two missionaries from the other side of the Island had lost their keys and were locked out of their MQ. So we had to drive halfway there and meet them with a key and didn't get home until 10:00 pm. Wednesday, I had the usual rush of missionaries waiting to see me in the morning, and then we took a new mattress and box spring to one of the MQ's, then spent the afternoon at the mission office. Elder G. hung some pictures in Sister Reid's office and home for her,.and then we went to a temple session(our first with the new shortened endowment version). Made it easier to stay awake and keep us on our toes so we didn't miss anything. Friday I got a call from the missionary who had cut his leg last week and he was back at that little clinic again--this time with an IV in his arm and IV antibiotics going when he finally decided to call me. They told him the wound was infected and he needed to stay there and get IV antibiotics every 6 hours for three days! Of course, the Dr. who ordered this was gone when they called so I wasn't able to talk to her on the phone, so back we went to the other side of the Island again to find out what was going on! The "district Hospital" was about what I expected, maybe a little bit worse than I expected. When I finally got it worked out with the nurse, they let him go home and he just had to go back every 12 hours for the IV antibiotic which I was pretty sure he didn't really need. The next day, Saturday, he called back again and said a different Dr. was there and debrided the wound, took him off the IV antibiotic and told him it wasn't infected but he would need to change the dressing every day and keep it clean. The picture he sent this time showed a big hole in his knee where last week it had been stitched closed. It will probably take forever to heal now, but hopefully he will keep it clean so it doesn't get infected for real this time. I've pretty much decided that this missionary is a big baby! HAHA! Saturday afternoon we drove again to the Southeast zone to attend a baptism. It was a mom of three little boys, one of them a cute little baby, whose husband was a member but had been inactive. Hopefully he'll start going to church again too. They served ice cream and cupcakes after the baptism. I'll send a picture of the serving size they gave us! There was also a big stake women's volleyball tournament going on at the church. It was packed with participants and spectators! A big deal! I've decided they take their church sports pretty seriously here in Samoa. After all the driving last week, we decided to just crash here at our apartment for most of Sunday and attended church at the English speaking ward across the street. It was kind of nice not to have to drive anywhere.
One night last week, we came home to a "heart attack" on our front door with sticky notes instead of hearts and two nice letters taped to our door. We figured out they were from the STL's pretty quickly when we read the letters, because of the "New Zealand/Australian slang (that's where the STL's are from) . It was a sweet gesture and made us feel appreciated and loved.
Hope you all know how appreciated and loved you are! Miss you and love talking to you on Whats App and catching up when we can. We keep you all in our prayers daily Hope you have a great week and a nice labor day weekend!
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