Ha! I wish that's what my week was like! But I'm pretty sure i caught a babushki sitting on a bench in mid twinkle, good for you baba, ya done good.
Well let me tell you, it's been a loooong week, in other words it been tough, but then i can create my own little haven under a blanket on the couch with my handy dandy AlphaSmart 3000 with some newly found instrumental music, and suddenly think, "Hey it's not so bad, I'm still alive right?"
Getting sick i wouldn't say was the tough part, but i would say it definitely added to the load. You got to thank a great dad for guiding you to Elder Bednars talk "Bear Up Their Burdens With Ease" to help you through a week such as this one. Thanks popichka! (Russian cute form for "dad" :)) It really helps to have such support and guidance from the mom and pops. I wish my comp could say the same thing! Her parents have been included in the large evacuation out of eastern Ukraine and are currently living in another area that does not provide Internet, and last Monday she got one sentence from her parents just confirming that they are OK and that they love her. I couldn't help but count my blessings and feel a little guilty reading my 15th hobbit novel from the mother.
There was a momentous occasion this week when we ventured out into the the coldest and windiest day of the season so far and made a stop-by to an inactive and...was let into the house! Except it wasn't even the inactive we were looking for but her mother who is a solid member in another ward in another part of Kiev, but still being let into somebodies house that was not a scheduled lesson is practically myth in my mission, and so the other inactives we planned to stop-by in the area will just have to wait for another time as we chatted over crackers and soft brown apple slices.
District lunch came just in time with the sudden cold weather and Elder and Sister Watts, our amazing senior couple made homeade chicken noodle soup for us. These two are absolutely amazing and have just dedicated their entire life to the Lord, they have already served 3 mini missions and this this is there second full time mission, their first was in Africa. They can't speak the language but you can feel more love and sincerity in their 5 words than you could in a million, not to mention they are the funniest and spunkiest senior couple you will ever meet.
You know I'm a little worried for when i get home and the socially awkward addition i will be to society. I'm afraid i only know how to communicate to Ukrainians and babushki (there are so many of them that i am choosing to give them their own civilization), because I got a little taste of it in the grocery store the other day. There was a woman in the meat section with a very quizzical look on her face and i thought, "Oh yeah, she is SO not from here" and so went over to help her, "Oh why yes, those are stuffed cow liver next to the chicken heads. Oh no that's not apricot jelly, it's actually jellied animal f at." Or at least this is how helpful and informative i was in my head, but it went more along the lines of this...
Me-(Russian)"Can i help you out?"
Her-(English)"Oh oh sorry! Am i in your way?"
Me-(English) "Oh no, you're not i just saw you and the meat and you know...their meat! You never can tell!..."
Her-*silence and confused look at what to say to that*
Me- *clear throat* you're not from here are you?"
And then i met an English speaking Italian at the cash register as he let me cut in line:
Me-(Russian) Thanks!
Him-(English) You're welcome.
Me-OH! OH! you're not Ukrainian, you're not normal, er eh i mean this isn't normal to meet...you...I'm from America, and you are....?"
A member in our ward just had a baby! So we and the young woman got together, and with the assistance of Pinterest, made a diaper baby carriage! Pinterst, you DO think of everything.
A great hightlight this week! The Elders had a baptism! They set the conditions that the only way i was invited was if i made brownies, and there was no way i was missing a baptism i went and did as i was commanded. Included is our best attempt of a companionship selfie (yeah, it's not a strength of our companionship, we will discuss it deeply during companionship inventory) and our dear assistants. It was cold that day so do not judge, and needless to say Elder Rich is not the biggest fan of cameras.
My point proven with Elder Rich. |
Wednesday was just the epitome of awkward. The Sunday before, we signed up on the sign up sheet to meet with a member who was hit by a car about a month or so ago while she was crossing the street, and was then in a comma with many injuries and with a very small chance of living. But with much prayer and many fasts she made a miraculous recovery and is now at home but still struggles to get around on her own. So we signed up for a 3 hour slot to help her around and keep the house in good shape. We wanted to surprise her and so stopped by our neighboring balloon store, and you have to know something about Ukrainians and numbers. When giving balloons and flowers there is a hidden message in the amount you give. Odd numbers: GOOD. Like for birthdays, weddings, anniversaries etc. Even numbers: BAD. For funerals and i guess if you want to be a punk about it, break ups. Keeping this in mind we bought her 3 balloons and started on the awkward adventure in the metro, you know, when your balloons choose to transform into a pack of wild rampaging killers (Tenaya remember the little animated film when a bunch of balloons started beating that innocent pedestrian? Yeah, i wish everybody else understood why i was laughing so hard while waiting for the metro...) So we were almost there and all was great until i heard a loud *BANG!* and looked up and sure enough...two balloons. My thought: "Awww great....now we're giving her death balloons!
I'll keep the story short and just say it was the longest awkward three hours of my mission and it included Sister Litvinova and I with a voice recorder robotically saying words in English with the Russian translation.
Then it was off to another lesson, on the way there we saw a babushka going down to sit and suddenly her chair exploding into pieces as she fell to the ground (don't worry we were not only spectators but helpers in this, but i feel she would rather nobody seen it at all). A meal was already prepared for us and what i thought was thick slices of cheese and meat was actually butter and meat, and don't ask me how but at some point i actually found it necessary to imitate a "hee haw" at the table like a donkey (oh yeah, we were talking about pinnochio), and then while teaching at some point i must have had my hand to my mouth which i just freshly washed and got a nice chunk of soap in my mouth. I tried smiling and teaching right through it paranoid that a soap bubble would pop out in mid sentence. In that back of my mind i saw it like the scene from the three stooges as they were baby sitting and, thanks to Shemp and a mishap in the kitchen, had bowls of soap soup for dinner. Come on people, if your childhood did not include the three stooges you've missed out.
Here's just a few shots from this week: The metro, my multiple times everyday walk across the street to go home passing the babushki that are yelling, "raspberries! girls! fresh raspberries!", and more street marketers. Gosh i love the look of fresh produce. Seriously if you would have ever told me that i would eat a salad with beets, pickles, and sour cabbage, AND LIKED IT, i would have slapped you and called you silly.