GARY, FRITZ, & THE POSTLE

August 19, 2010 Thursday


Trivia today: We knew we had a gecko and finally saw him last week. I guess he’s decided that we aren’t too scary because he’s just hanging out in plain sight this week. A couple of nights ago, I came out to the front room in the dark, switched on the light, and there at my feet was Gary, the gecko. He hurried under the couch. The next night he was on the ceiling over the kitchen counter. So I took his picture. He didn’t seem to mind the first one, but he scooted a few inches away whenever the flash went off after the first photo. This afternoon, he was on the ceiling when we came home for dinner and has stayed there ever since. He must like us. We like him ‘cause he eats bugs.
Remember the frog in the toilet? We hadn’t seen him since that first time in June. So we’d gotten a little lazy about turning on the bathroom light in the night to see if he was there. Well, the other night he was sitting on the toilet seat and was almost squashed before he jumped to the bathroom floor. My husband, the family dragonslayer, picked him up inside a washcloth and then threw him outside on the grass. Since he’s come back now, we’ve given him a name too, “Fritz, the frog.” Kind of goes with Gary, the gecko, don’t you think?
Yesterday, we went over the Robinson’s with the bread run. Renee, the branch president’s wife, proceeded to tell me I needed to go get a “postle” (like apostle only without the “a”). I had no clue what a “postle” was. They repeated it several times and added details that it was at the post office and she couldn’t pick it up because it had my name on it. Finally, the clueless American figured out it was a “parcel.” One of these days maybe I’ll totally understand the Aussie accent, I hope.
Good news—we were finally able to talk to our Brazilians again. We were worried they were “dogging” us. They believe the Book of Mormon is true! Our big problem is finding time in their crazy schedule to teach them. And we have to get them married, too. We heard a talk Elder Holland gave to some mission presidents. In it, he mentioned that missionary work is always hard—we believe him.