Flu Jab

 It was a gloriously sunny day until about 2, when we got into the car.  Then it was gloriously rainy.  We drove to the other side of town for our appointments to get what is called here a "Flu Jab."  Of course you guessed it....a flu shot.  I had put our names on waiting lists at a pharmacy, who contacted me by email last week.  They gave me a choice of days and times, and I signed up for today.

SK and I donned our masks and dutifully stood in line at the small pharmacy until our turn to talk to the man behind the counter.  He seemed genuinely confused at my statement that we were there for flu jabs.  He directed us to a small room where (I assume) they give shots.  After awhile a young woman entered with her mask on to inform us that they hadn't received any flu shots as yet and she would put our names at the bottom of the list of who knows how many people who had signed up for the spurious shots.

It may be a few more weeks until we can get a shot.  Oh well....we've been doing our best to dodge COVID, and now we'll work harder to also dodge the flu.

We spent some good time reaching out to YSAs today, and were rewarded with a lunch date with a young woman who lives in a village about 20 miles away.  She was baptized just before we left.  Her testimony was strong and lovely.  But she is the only member of her family, and perhaps the only member in her village.  She is languishing somewhat...feeling alone and probably somewhat abandoned.  She attended the ward here and loved it, and was warmly enveloped into the family.  Another casualty of COVID.

We hope to spend a little time with her and give her some comfort and urge her to come back to church on Sundays.  Our part in this is a little complex since we cannot use the mission car to transport non-missionaries.  If we could, we would happily drive to distance to get her to church.  We'll see if she is willing and if so, we will contact someone in the ward to see if she can get a ride.

Organizing things here at the flat has also been a task that I can work at on a daily basis.  That is a good thing, since I always meant to do some of these things in the summer when things get slower because many students are gone.  Well...no more procrastinating!  I am going to gather up things left by other senior missionaries and donate them to charity shops.  I'm cleaning out drawers and throwing things away.  I'm checking with the mission office if anyone has need of some of the stuff.  It's all good.

It feels like a good day....even not getting a flu jab.

Two different views from our windows...I love to stand at the window and drink up the constantly changing sky and enjoy standing in the fresh cool air.


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