I LIVE! Sis Sandorf and I did not die this week, which is great news for our futures. We have a few lingering random coughs and snot that comes out of no where, but we feel fine.
Halloween did not feel like Halloween at all. We had to be in our apartments by 6 to plan for the next week and Halloween is a holiday that is mostly celebrated at night. Sis Sandorf did wear her care bear onesie for 10 min during planning, but she started to roast so she took it off. Sadly, I haven’t gotten a picture of her in her onesie yet, but I hope to send one soon. She is just so cute! The word we came up with to describe your companion as a cutie is “computie”. We tell each other we’re cute all the time because we are the cutest. We did face masks after planning and I could not stop laughing, which caused her to laugh. We just looked so amazing.
We went and saw Sis Sturgeon this week (who is just the cutest, sweetest lady I’ve ever met) and while we were there, their dog Buddy bit Sis Sandorf. Her words in her journal were “he just jumped up and freaking bit me”. It was so random because we stood up and walked toward the door and Buddy did just jump up and bite her (he’s less then a foot tall so he had to jump to reach her hand). His teeth scraped along her finger and the wound isn’t bad, but it bled so much. Sis Sturgeon was really worried because he had never done anything like that before and she didn’t want Sis Sandorf to get an infection. She called the people who were feeding us dinner (the Judds) and asked Sis Judd, who is a nurse, to look at it and make sure it was fine. Sis Sturgeon is such a sweetheart!
We had to plan on Thursday too because we spent 2 of our 3 hours of planning laying in bed and talking (we’re trying to be better, I promise!) so that took up our whole morning. Thursday was also the day of 3 ice creams. Amy (our ward mission leader’s wife) is pregnant and they found out that it was a girl that morning, so Sis Sandorf had the brilliant idea of getting a strawberry flavor swirl cone from the drive thru dairy and giving it to her (it would still mostly taste like vanilla, but it would be pink!)
Unfortunately, we didn’t think about how it would start to melt as we drove to her house so by the time we got there it had dripped on me and the pink was droopy and ugly looking. Fortunately, she wasn’t home so we got another one later (this time it was night so it didn’t melt as fast) and the second one looked cute and she loved it. Sis Sandorf told me to eat the first one, and being the good, obedient junior companion that I am, I dutifully ate it. We then drove to Baskin Robbins to have ice cream with Diana Pearson (my second cone of the day). It was kinda sad cause Sis Sandorf and I always get a scoop in a cup with a cone on top and the kid that gave us the ice cream said her cone (a sugar cone) looked like a party hat and my cone (a cake cone) looked like a lamp shade. I felt very partyless and cried a silent tear as I ate my 2nd ice cream serving of the day. The 3rd ice cream serving was at dinner for dessert. It was a great experience that I never want to repeat (the ice cream wasn’t lovin’ me back).
I’m running out of time to write so I’ll tell you all the highlights of the next few days. We have someone with a date to be baptized! We found this girl, who’s 10 yrs old, through a less active member. Her name is Maddy and she is so excited about the gospel and being baptized. She is adorable and I love being around her. We also picked up 2 new investigators in a cool way this week. We were early for a lesson so we decided to go knock on the door across the street and a guy in his 20s answered it and I started asking him about his family and what they mean to him and what it would mean to him if he could be with them forever. He was super interested and wanted to learn more so we set up a time to come back. The amazing part was, I felt myself asking these questions, but I never thought them, they just fell out of my mouth. The words I was saying were not my own; I was just the mouthpiece. It was really cool to see how I can be an instrument in the Lord’s hands.
This last story is a little sad, so prepare some tissues if you love animals. We were driving home Friday night and we passed a white bag in the street and Sis Sandorf said “I think that was a dead cat”. She seemed really concerned about it so we flipped 2 U-turns to drive by it again and sure enough, it was a dead cat. We pulled over and got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk wondering what we should do. We called the 1st sisters, but they didn’t pick up so we texted the zone leaders and asked what we should do. Their first response was “did you kill the cat?” We were slightly offended by that, but then we remembered that the Bishop elders hit a dog the week before, so it wasn’t an unreasonable question.
We ended up calling Diana (she LOVES animals and would know who to call) and she informed the people that needed to know. Sis Sandorf and I then got out of our car, put on gloves, and proceeded to move the cat’s body out of the street. I was literally in the middle of the road and we didn’t want anyone else to hit it so we put it by the sidewalk. That might’ve been a mistake though, cause we were told it was going to be taken care of and it was still there when we drove by yesterday. Now we’re just seeing how long it takes before someone comes and removes the carcass.
With that uplifting story, I bid you now adieu.
Ciao
Sister Schroeder
Pictures:
Sis Sandorf and I smiling while wearing face masks (a truly terrifying thing):
A picture that Cece McFarlane colored for me:
Flowers we hand picked for someone who was sick (yes, we had permission to pick them):
A kid in a fat suit we saw on Halloween:
Another picture of us in face masks:
A picture of the dead cat (because we’re horrible people):
A selfie of us being sad and Sis Sandorf looking like a man because of the dead cat (again horrible people):
Sis Sandorf and I looking adorable on a very windy day:
Sis Sandorf checking to see if I’m smiling (there were several pictures taken before where I was not):
