Charlie Red Dog, Come in Blue Squirrel. Yes, that's been Dad's military name since I met him. Is it a myth or make-believe? We all know about Clifford, a red dog...but what about a blue squirrel? I've seen a few on the road to a remote village. I just looked up if there is such a thing. All web pages say no. Except one sight said there is a rare or extinct breed of blue squirrels. Hmmmmm, it's true.

I feel like everything is starting to click now. For example, the light switches turn on backward, and now it seems natural. I know where to buy everything in town, and I am comfortable teaching the first discussion—lots of little stuff.
You'll be proud that I'm finally on the "Save the Earth" team.
I wash out all baggies and red plastic cups. I would never think of using paper products unless it's an emergency. Have even cut way back on TP. Everything is recycled to the last degree. Even meat bones. We had a prospective missionary spend the night, so that tomorrow, we can take him to an eye clinic a few hours away to have possible eye surgery. (A group of American doctors will be there for three weeks.) I served chicken legs and thighs. When we were finished I looked at his plate and thought I saw a pile of shredded beef. When I was clearing the plates he asked if he could eat our bones (and all the fatty stuff we don't touch).

On New Year's Eve, I picked up a Sister, just leaving for her mission, to catch the bus. We had to stop at the tailor's to pick up 7 skirts she had made. It was 9:00 pm on a Sunday evening. I was shocked to see the place buzzing.
Remember there's no electricity. The small room was full of tailors with headlamps on. Pumping their manual sewing machines with their feet. I especially liked their iron. It was full of hot coals. Imagine ironing with that. See photos. Never going to take my iron for granted.

To have a shirt made is $2.00 and a tie $1.00. It's crazy.
Had a mini Zone conference again yesterday at the house. We served huge steaks. My problem is I don't have utensils or plates for everyone. And steak knives....haha. We have to get creative and share. I cracked up to see dad with his little Swiss army knife and President Jarvis with the 14 inch bread knife. See photo. I'm still laughing.

Spending time training and coaching our new POWER TEAM is thrilling for me. To introduce business principles and ideas has been so rewarding. They have never heard of any of this Vision stuff. Never paid tithing. Never thought they could have their own business. Never set a goal. They study the concepts I've shared.

Reading the Book of Mormon has been a joy as well.
There is a beautiful spirit about that book. I love it. Testifying of Jesus all day can change a soul. It's changing mine.
Have I mentioned how much I love the children? I might bring some home with me.
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ALL MY LOVE,
mom