We drove back to Ft Wingate, arriving in time for the last hour.
The roads were almost totally melted so it was much better coming home. I
talked with Pres. Joe and told him we were more available now because we no
longer had the Tohlakai seminary, so we would be happy to do whatever he needed
us to. He asked us about teaching Temple Prep. There are a couple of ladies
getting ready to go to the temple, so he wants us to help them prepare. In
Relief Society the teacher had been unable to come due to road conditions, so
we had a couple of short stories then the president asked us to share what we
were thankful for. It was a very touching experience and I feel so grateful for
so many things.
Monday we worked on things at home. In the evening we went
to family home evening with the young adults. We had a good visit and played
games. They are getting later and later starting. I’m sure the dark doesn’t
help.
Tuesday we had CES inservice in the morning. Some of the
people had gone to Thoreau last week, so it was just the Tohlakai couple and us
with a lady from Ramah joining us part way through. The Tohlakai sister is
concerned that she won’t be able to help teach because she is blind and there
is no material available in audio. I told her the scriptures are the main
source for teaching and she has that on audio. She also has a sweet spirit that
will reach out to the students. We went to the senior center for lunch, hoping
to catch the manager to find out when the Christmas program is scheduled. She
was off this week, so that was a futile attempt.
We went to the Wingate High School basketball game in the
evening. Just after we got there, one of my students came up to tell me her
brother was not playing—his teacher wouldn’t change his grade—so he had gone
home to do make up work. The JV game was close and the other team almost beat
them. The varsity game was a nail biter.
Wednesday Ted’s foot was hurting him so we didn’t walk. I
made the jello and Pumpkin Pudding for Thanksgiving. I also made bread since we
were almost out. For some reason it has not turned out as it should the last
few batches. I don’t know if it is the different flour I’m using or the cold or
the fact that I’m trying to stretch the dough father than I should.
Thursday was Thanksgiving.
We were having dinner with the senior couples in our district in Zuni. I
wanted to meet one of my online students who lives there before we met with the
seniors. She had given me directions, but we missed her road because there was
no road sign. We finally connected and had a good but short visit. They were in
the middle of fixing dinner for a crowd. She is just as I see her on Webex—a
cute girl with a great family. Her family actually moved here from Las Vegas. We had a brief visit, took a few pictures, and
left.
| Elder and Sister Roeth, Thanksgiving 2013, Zuni, NM |
When we opened the trunk at home we discovered the leftover
Pumpkin Pudding had tipped over and spilled in the corner of the trunk. It
looked like a mess, but not too bad. I got some paper towels and a picture of
hot water and began mopping up pudding. As I got into it, I realized the damage
was more extensive than it looked. The pudding had run under the carpet, under
the edge of the tool container, and behind the plastic liner. I cleaned what I
could see then lifted the cover for the spare tire—it had run down into the
tire well. Ted lifted out the tire—there was even more underneath and on the tire.
That was fairly east to clean.
When I had cleaned up all I could see, we decided to undo
the bolt that was holding the tool container in place because the pudding had
run under the edge. The bolt came out easily when we finally found the right
tool, but the tool container was wedged under a bump in the frame of the car so
we just propped it up about an inch, just enough to clean under the edge. We
decided that was all we could do so I took most of the equipment back into the
house.
Before we quit we decided to try again to lift out the tool
container. There was another cup or so in the well underneath. At that point I
needed to get the equipment back that I thought I had finished with. I was able
to mop it up and we figured we had done all that we could do—in the dark with
only the trunk light and a flashlight. I have come to really appreciate street
lights since we’ve been without.
It was quite cold during all this, but I didn’t want to wear
my coat because I was afraid it would catch on something and tear and also
might get covered with pudding. The water was hot and I was putting forth quite
a bit of effort lifting and scrubbing and stretching, so it wasn’t too bad. At
one point I put on my coat while I waited for something, then took it off again
to work. Apparently, that few minutes was enough to get pudding on my sleeve,
so my efforts to keep it clean had been wasted. When we finally finished, I
went in to get warm and go to bed. As I ran my fingers through my hair, I
discovered my hair had clumps of dried pudding in it. What a disastrous ending
to a fun day.
Friday Ted finished cleaning the car. Apparently, the carpet
was not as clean as it looked in the dark, but he was able to do a bit better.
In the evening we visited a young man who just returned from his mission to
invite him to the Break the Fast on Sunday. We called a few more kids and made
sure everyone we could think of knew about it.
In the evening we watched Ephraim’s Rescue, a movie we
had borrowed from one of the couples. It’s the story of Ephraim Hanks, one of
the rescuers of the Martin Handcart Company. He was an amazing man. His
philosophy was that if you are prepared, the opportunities to serve will come.
Saturday I spent most of the day working on a couple of cell
phone holders for Sister England that will go on her belt. We made several
batches of popcorn for Ted’s home teaching families and our seminary and
institute students. We need to buy more supplies—the project always escalates
once we get started. Somehow I managed to review my lesson for tomorrow as
well.
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