These are mushy peas and they are good. There is no dye in them, so they don't look green like our peas at home. Mushy peas are put on lots of things, one of which is fries (or chips as they are called here). I don't
love them enough to make my fries soggy!
You cannot tell how big this giant rose is that we found last week. It is rose season here and they are
This is an antique mantle. I want to have one built just like it in oak! Won't be the same, I know.
This Egyptian and Siamese mix is Elder Blain's special "friend" that doesn't have a clue how much he is despised. I, on the other hand, was very impressed with him and the regal way he brushed all over Elder Blain's pant legs. Unfortunately, most the cats we meet know that Elder Blain hates them and they delight in brushing their tails in his face and walking back and forth on his lap. They hardly bother with me because I want to pet them. Humph-fifftt.
England has lost the game today, so there will be no more curfews due to the games and the obsessed fans. The last time England won a World Cup was in 1966, but they still cheer their team on. I thought Americans were rabid sports fans, but the English may have us beat.
The missionaries were shut into their flats from 1-6:30 p.m. today because of the game. From the sounds of our wild, whooping-it-up neighbors cavorting about in red and white top hats and King George flag caps before the game started, it could have been dangerous to interrupt the game. I'll miss all the flags everywhere. We will be able to buy lots of souvenir items at a cut rate price starting tomorrow. The games only come around every four years.
The neighbors tell us that little Polly hamster is sleeping, drink lots of water, and eating. She is still recovering from her ordeal. They left flowers and a thank you note at our door. How nice. Did I learn anything about the experience? I thought you'd never ask. As a faithful missionary, I must teach a Sunday religious lesson now.
These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world. John 16:33
First, I learned that no matter how hard we try, none of us can be saved except by the Savior who knows the way. I was helpless to save Polly. The man who knew how to dismantle the fan saved her. Yet, I was her advocate with the man, who would have killed her had I not been there, since he thought she was a worthless rodent (okay, I acknowledge some people do think she is a worthless rodent). Jesus Christ knows our worth and he is our advocate with the Father, that through Him we can repent and gain life eternal.
Our Savior knows what is best for us and taught us the only safe path to follow in life. I didn't know what was best for Polly and had actually turned her loose into danger (poor human judgment). Just like Polly who thought she was breaking free of restrictions and instead wandered off and got herself trapped, we all sometimes end up on dangerous paths where we could be destroyed. Polly was totally at our mercy as all of us truly are at God's mercy. I loved that poor little helpless creature and felt compelled to save her life. So it is with the Savior, only He loves us more than we can comprehend. He gave His life that we might live again.
I'm sure you have the drift of this and it could go on, but I will end my pathetic attempt at allegorying and just thank Polly for her courageous enduring. Perhaps we may learn from her and do the same thing. Hang in there, folks, no matter what.