Our mission president's wife told us to be like ducks and let disappointments and rejection go off our backs like water on a duck. It is easier said than done and I was a bit dismayed for a while tonight. We planned the third lesson to teach to our golden investigator and he was not home when we showed up at the agreed upon time! It isn't like him not to let us know if something came up. Now we are worried he could be in the hospital with a turn for the worst because of that nasty infection he has been fighting for six weeks. Things take so long with the medical system. People "practice" medicine after two years of schooling at the university level. There are specialists that have more schooling, but many people cannot afford them. Oh, I don't think I'll ramble on about all we've heard. There are some positive things I've heard, to be fair, so I shouldn't be slamming a country I don't know that much about.
We hung around waiting to see if our appointment would show and I saw a steeple! You can guess that I had to go take a picture. I'm sure all these churches are starting to look alike, but I promise they aren't the same one. It is like Elder Blain says, "When you've seen one castle, you've seen them all." The same goes for lighthouses, I suppose--and stone churches. You can only look at so many and you become over exposed and they start running together in your memory banks. There is probably no end to this type of architecture. Every town we visit has at least one old church. Here in Stoke-on-Trent and Newcastle-under-Lyme, you can look out over the landscape and see five or six of these tall steeples up on the hills and in the towns. I'm sure there are dozens more lurking just under the canopy of foliage.
This is rather a lovely touch except the reds clash!
Here is this Church of England sitting in the neighborhood. The other red door was in the back and there were two more red doors, one on each side.
Here are the row houses in the hood directly across from the church. Notice the cars always look good in whatever neighborhood they are parked. Some people put in nice doors to dress up their front entry.
This housing project was built in 1870. Can you imagine the wiring and plumbing that has been added? The
satellite dish does provide an interesting contrast.
Okay, so you can tell we were wandering another neighborhood (a bit upgraded) where we found no one home. How would you like to live where your home is totally different than the one to which you are connected? These homes are large compared to many others. I know you've seen some of the pictures I posted before, but it is fascinating how people love to express their individuality with different roofs, colors, textures, and such. I don't think you can tell by the picture that there is brick on the left and rock chips in stucco on the right. Many people have to use their front yards for places to park the cars. There is not enough space!
Okay, my neighbor's windows are white, I'll have brown; they have brown brick, I'll have gray stone;
and . . . no, the roof cannot match; what else can we do to let them know we hate their decor . . . ?
Our little girl is now the bearded lady!
Sigh. Oh well, another day tomorrow. New opportunities and experiences are ahead. This can't be as bad as the early Christians had it, since we aren't getting stoned or hung (touch wood, as they say!) Onward, ever onward . . . What, you ask? No flowers?