Monday, July 25, 2016

July 5, 2016

This morning we were to pick up the Campbels to take to the Mission Home. Brother Campbell arrived at our apartment and when asked where his wife was he told us she would meet us at the junction. (Every intersection here is called a junction). So we were driving down the road and Don asked Brother Campbell what his wife was wearing today so we could look for her. His answer was "cloth". Don and I both burst out laughing. And Don asked him what color her cloth was. His answer was "not green, not red, not maroon". We again laughed and Don said "in other words, you don't have a clue what your wife is wearing". Too, funny!

At lunch Don and I have been going outside and sitting on a park bench within the Mission Compound just to get away from the phones and drop-in people and the host of people coming into the Mission Office for business. We were sitting on the bench eating our lunch and I looked over at Don just in time to see a fly fly up his nose. He lurched forward put his head between his knees and he was snorting and blowing trying to get that fly out of his nose. He could not. After several minutes, he decided to pinch his nose and kill the darn thing. He doesn't know what happened to it because he never saw it come out and it did not feel like it was in his sinuses. Oh how we laughed.

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