So this week my companion has continued to be very depressed. Like clinical depression. She sleeps in until noon at least twice a week, and just about anything I say her to makes her cry. It's really running me (and her) down. We ended up talking to the mission president about it. She even talked to a professional. He is in one of the quorums of the seventy. Anyway, so she feels good about it for about 30 minutes, then we try to leave the apartment to do some work and she gets all depressed again.
But I've learned that you have to do something really stupid or really want to go home to get sent home from a mission. Just because you don't feel like working for a day or two doesn't mean you get sent home. You have to do something really stupid like break the law of chastity, or walk away. So here we are in Miyazaki. But the work goes on. Any potential investigator the Elders find they refer to us, so suddenly it looks like we might have some investigators soon.
Funny story for the week. Takahama Shimai made me some really tasty pasta on Friday night. She got it all ready, then decided the flavor.
She pulled out this one sauce from the fridge. It tasted really good. About 20 minutes later she said her stomach hurt. I didn't think anything about it because her stomach has hurt almost everyday since I met her 2 months ago. But then a few minutes later my stomach really hurt too. After taking a few turns in the bathroom, she realized it was the sauce. When we moved in we found it on top of the fridge, but we put it in the fridge, so we thought it was okay. But apparently it was one of the sauces that is supposed to be refrigerated. Oops. Yeah, we threw it out really fast. That night we called the Elders and told them the story. One was like 'was it the sauce on top of the fridge?' Um, yes. Well, apparently, he needed a sauce, used it, got sick, and thought it was probably the sauce. We asked, 'Why in the world didn't you throw it away?' Well, it just didn't occur to him. After that we threw out everything perishable that was in the apartment when we moved in.
I have been introduced to the Kotatsu Table. At people's houses I've noticed these short tables (since there are no chairs) where the tops come off. I couldn't figure out why in the world that would be useful. But now that it's cold my companion pulled out the special Kotatsu Futon. It's a blanket that goes over the table, under the table top, then there is a heater you can plug in underneath. Now our feet are warm when we have planning sessions and such. It's the most beautiful thing in the world. My feet get really cold. For some reason this apartment doesn't have any tatami mats. It's weird. But that also means it's really really cold.
Mom, I'm glad you got the quilt thing done. I bet Dad is too. Ha ha.
Dad, I hope you get a job soon. Probably around Thanksgiving - since that's when it has happened before. I'm voting for Seattle since I like the rain, but you said that might not work out. Darn. Toronto wouldn't be bad, because then I can tell everyone that I'll be Canadian when I get back. ha ha. Glad to hear the family will come together for Thanksgiving. John wrote me an email and told me that so that Mom won't get sad, he will be both himself and me. ha ha, good luck there J-man. Jay's airplane story was priceless. Dad, you should never sing in a Japanese choir. There is no such thing as original music. I don't think there is a copyright law in Japan. At least no one follows it. Everyone uses copied music. I mean everyone. I don't think there are originals anyway. It would drive you crazy. And Mom shouldn't drive in Japan. Ever. It's too narrow. I have seen so many miracles in Japanese driving. I don't understand why they aren't all dead yet. They know exactly how big their car is, including the side mirrors.
This week we were housing and found a 93 year old man. He was still up and walking, and he cooks and cleans for himself.
Okay, so for Christmas, I have attached a picture of the dental products I need. Once again, here is my Christmas list:
-Deodorant x3
-Toothpaste x3
-Mouthwash x1 (it's big, so I'll have to go one at a time) -new bras (yeah!)
-Crunchy Peanut Butter (Skippy of course)
-a new cork insole for my nice shoes. Naot 37 L6 is what the shoe insole says. It's totally worn out. I mean totally. That would be great! I could probably find it in Japan, but I don't have the time.
Special note to Skyler Ferrin:
Skyler no tame ni:
Konnichiwa. Skyler-kun wa gakko ga suki desu ka? Watashi mo gakko ga suku desu. benkyou wa ii desu ne.
こんにちわ。スカイラくんはがっこがすきですか？わたしもがっこがすきです。べんきょうはいいですね。
Translation, but don't send to Skyler unless he asks;
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Sister Lemmon
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