Hey everyone!
This past week was rather ridiculous on our bikes. On Tuesday it down-poured like crazy and we didn't even make it out of our apartment complex. It rained periodically throughout the week, and Saturday was also freezing cold along with the rain, and I don't even own a rain jacket but apparently it's a good thing to have in Ohio. At the end of Saturday we collapsed on the floor and called it a day, haha.
We have been tracting for a specific amount of time each day to find more people, because when our ward mission leader said that our teaching pool has become a "teaching puddle," that was a stab through the heart! Through knocking doors, we have found a few potentials and it's been great, but those were all in the one apartment complex in our area. Knocking the doors of big houses still isn't getting us anywhere, but we're not complaining. It's quite an experience sometimes. But with only teaching one or two actual lessons this whole transfer, my teaching skills have been going down the toilet, and my door approaches were getting even worse because I'm just seeing how long I can make it until the person shuts the door on us, haha.
One of of my biking adventures this week was while I was on exchanges with one of the Sister Training Leaders. We biked to a member's house for dinner, and had to ride up State Route 23, which is this big busy road with fast drivers. I thought it was a piece of cake because there was actually a big enough shoulder lane for us, but after seeing a huge truck go by us at 70-80 mph, I started questioning my life decisions! All I know is that if I'm still supposed to be here and serve, I will be protected on my bike!
One night while leaving a dinner appointment, I realized that my socks were missing by the front door of the house. The member's dog ate them... or at least hid them somewhere, so I rode home sock-less, haha. And then as we biked down the street, Sister McCarty and I saw a grill that had flames shooting up out of it on someone's driveway!! And it was almost 8 o'clock at night. We knocked on the person's door, and the guy was like, "It was supposed to be simmering....". False.
Fall is officially the best season ever, I wish it was year-round.
Love, Sister Petersen
My time cut short on the computer and it logged me off, but I also wanted to mention that we found these "dramatized" Church history CD's in our closet and we've been listening to them whenever we're in the apartment. They were recorded in the 70's and they're hilarious. But then again, it's all we have for entertainment so of course missionaries find it funny!
Pictures: we saw a great Kodak moment as we biked past a small lake one day.
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