WEEKEND

Here's a typical weekend in the field.  Friday nights the four single sister missionaries in my apartment complex go to the Temple.  We usually stop for dinner either before or afterward.

I've just finished my housekeeping chores and am waiting for a load of washing to finish.  I've made dessert and sesame seed chicken wings for the office elders' dinner tomorrow.  Because they're assigned to the office and they proselyte in a Young Singles ward, they don't get invited to dinner as the other missionaries do.  Tomorrow being Father's Day, we figured they'd be at loose ends, so we're taking dinner to them at the office, which is in the church where we attend meetings.  Besides the two Assistants to the President, there are currently three elders serving in the office; two because of health issues.  One of them is being sent home during next transfers (the one who wants to stay), and one is being kept here (who would prefer to go home).  The third and healthy elder just wants to be out proselyting.

We (the above 4 sisters) usually meet for lunch and an activity on Saturday afternoons/evenings.  We were scheduled to ride the light rail downtown to visit the railroad museum, but they all decided it's too hot (105), so we're going to an air-conditioned movie instead (the new animated jungle one).  Saturday's our P-day, so we do all errands, shopping, etc., on our own schedules.

Yesterday I went to a chiropractor who should be canonized.  She laid me on a table, fully clothed, and "shot" me with a "staple gun" up and down my back and neck, moving my legs to determine where to aim.  Instant relief--I slept well for the first time all week.

And speaking of angels.  I record all the baptisms in the mission.  One of the recent converts was named Angel Elijah!  No kidding, his first and middle names (last name withheld to protect his privacy).  Was he just waiting for those missionaries, or what???