May 7, 2012

Hello hello hello. I have recently found out that all my blog posts are super weirdy-looking and make all my emails into one giant paragraph. This is stupid, and I'm sorry it keeps doing that. Let me tell you, not many things happened this week. We had a total of zero investigators at church, and we haven't been able to meet with Familie Bastan-Mehr this week :( We taught a total of TWO LESSONS to investigators and TWELVE to members. We are SUCKING. One of the member lessons/eating appointments we had this week was with a lovely lady who was baptized a little over a year ago. She used to be a traveling singer back in the day and she speaks FRENCH. So, naturally, she dusted off her old Edith Piaf records and we spent a lovely time eating lunch and listening to my favorite French singer in the entire world. I am so trunky for France. WHY AM I IN GERMANY?!?!?!?!?!!?!? Whatever. Embarrassing story of the week. Ready set go. So there is this ancient man in our ward that we teach who is also crazy. Anyway. So he's really sick and has had a lot of falls lately. The problem is that he lives alone and sometimes he'll fall and nobody knows for days until his doctor comes to visit or something. The other day we had an appointment with him and he didn't answer, which is weird because he calls several times in the week to remind us that we need to come visit. So we had someone else buzz us in and we knocked on his door - nothing. We call him like 50 times and we could hear his cell ringing inside the apartment. We don't know what to do so we call his hometeacher, who tells us to get the man in charge of the building to open up his door. Well, that man was a pile of poop and said he'd only open up for police. So we call the hometeacher back who says we should call the police. After much hesitation we call and relate our concerns and are very clear on the fact that we have no idea if this is a real emergency, we just need permission to open up the door. So then what happens? The fire department came. They brought a bunch of tools to knock down his door and we were FREAKING OUT. So these 2 police officers come and bang on his door really loud and good ole Bruder Wölfl wakes up from his hangover/nap and then everyone left. And you can bet that when he asked why the police came we blamed it on his hometeacher. Ha. Don't forget my birthday. Or me. Or how amazing French movies and food and music and everything about France is. I love yous! Sister Young