Week 18: Can't think of a title and it's time for bed.

Sister Brewster and her trainer, Sister Wilcox

It was transfer week. Eight new missionaries arrived on Tuesday. Five others went home on Wednesday. Four of those five missed their flight! President and Sister Weaver and the departing missionaries got stuck in traffic on the way to the airport. They always leave in plenty of time because the traffic between hear and Seattle is notoriously congested. But what they didn’t anticipate was the extra traffic created by Seahawk fans headed to Seattle for a parade honoring their football team. I guess it was            something to behold. 

Looking out our front window

We witnessed a tender mercy, however, as Delta was able to get them on a flight leaving 3 hours later – at no extra charge. Miracle indeed. 

I’m including a photo of one of our new missionaries, Sister Brewster. She was Harley Murray’s roommate at UVU. Harley is the grand daughter of Dez and Carol Murray of Vernal. 

 It has been very cold here all week. It finally snowed 2-3 inches on Saturday night and warmed things up! (Who would believe it could snow at sea level! -- and the snow doesn't even taste like salt!). 

A look out the back

We actually got "called out" during the storm. Some Sisters had locked their car keys in the trunk. Van found an extra set of keys at the office for their car. Thank goodness they weren't too far away -- about 20 miles. We drove over and "rescued" them and made sure they got home OK.

Missionaries who sang at the fireside.

They don't quite know how to handle it here because it doesn't snow very often. Several Stakes in the mission canceled Sunday meetings. I'm glad that ours didn't. I like going to Church. Makes the day go faster. I overheard some missionaries expressing their disappointment that meetings were canceled because they had several investigators who had committed to go to church. 

We were glad they didn't cancel a Missionary Fireside held in the Tacoma Stake tonight. The spirit is always so strong at these firesides. Usually the missionaries do all the singing and bearing of testimonies. Tonight they also had a woman who was baptized just a few hours earlier bear her testimony. It was impressive. She gave a testimony of the Holy Ghost that could have been delivered by a lifetime member. It was inspiring to say the least.

Cute, sweet Sisters. Love them all!

We didn't do any "exploring" on P-Day because Van wasn't feeling well.  (I actually enjoyed a nice long shopping excursion -- even if it was just to Wal-Mart. I could wander every isle with no pressure to hurry.)

Anyway, Van caught a bit of a cold, and a nasty cough. But we think we've found a good remedy -- white onions. Onions are supposed to remove impurities from the air and absorb toxins. So, we placed chopped onions in a bowl and put it near the recliner he sits in. 

We also cut some big, thick slices of onion and put them on the bottoms of his feet (held on with socks) while he slept. He swears it really helped, and I would agree. He felt much better after just one day. After day two, I think he's definitely on the mend. 

So our apartment smells like onions instead of popcorn this fine Sunday night. But ... it's all good.

When life gives you a cold ... peel an onion!