Saturday, April 28, 2012
Slow Learners
Today we took Flat Adele with us on the bus to the feria. She enjoyed watching people buying fruits and vegetables. She was able to have her own seat on the bus. We brought our produce home and Adele helped me wash it all. Then we met the sister missionaries from Vina del Mar. They had come down to go to the temple and wanted to go out to dinner with us. They met Adele and said she was beautiful. She liked them, too, and smiled warmly at them.We walked two blocks to a Chinese restaurant we had never gone to, so didnt know what to expect. What we found was a place just like the places in the States. Adele and I had chopsui verdura con mariscos, arroz blanco, and sopa something. Adele didnt eat much, but she smiled throughout the whole meal. We walked the sister missionaries to where they took a taxi to the bus terminal for their hour and a half ride back to Vina del Mar. As we approached our apartment, I remembered that the Grahams (another missionary couple) had a small computer table for us, so Adele got to visit with some more missionaries. She like them, too, and smiled at them, and sat very quietly while we talked. Just as we were leaving their apartment with the desk, there were three missionaries coming to help us move it. Our elevator has a capacity of 300 kilograms or 4 persons. Three elders and a desk went up on the odd-number elevator. We four (and Flat Adele) took the even-number elevator. The elevator registered floor six, and stopped, but the door didnt open. We could hear the missionaries on the other side, so even though the sign said we were on floor six, we were somewhere near floor five. We waited and waited for someone to help us. Adele waited patiently without complaint. Finally, after about 15 minutes in the stuffy little elevator, it started to move. When the door opened, we found ourselves on the basement floor facing three young elders. They had been running up and down the stairs to keep track of us while the concierge ran around fixing the elevator. Nobody wanted to take the elevator up to floor five. Finally, the men went. Then Sister Graham, Flat Adele and I went. There were no problems. Just as the doors of the elevator opened, the Elders arrived, having run up five flights of stairs AGAIN. We gave them an ice cream bar for their help. I dont know if it was Adele being the fifth person, or the dinner we had just eaten, or if four big norteamericanos were too much for the little elevator. What do YOU think??????
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I must have missed it..who is Flad Adele?
I think you should start using the elevator one at a time. Do rock, paper, scissors to see who gets the even and who gets the odd.
Say a prayer each time you get on. That'll make your neighbors wonder
oops I meant Flat Adele. ANd why is she called Flat?
Adele's class read the story called Flat Stanley. In the story, a bulletin board falls on him and when his mother finds him, he is flat. She tucks him in an envelope and sends him to his friend's house for a vacation. The kids in the class all made a Flat (in Adele's case, Adele) and chose someone to mail it to. She chose Gma and Gpa Karren. It was such a surprise to see her come rolling out of the copy machine at the employment office in Santiago, Chile. She looks kind of like a paper doll, but with an actual photo of Adele's face. Esther did one a couple years ago and went to visit Belle. We take Adele with us and take pictures of the places she goes. She has ridden the crowded bus, visited the feria, gone to dinner with the couple missionaries, and to lunch with the senior sister missionaries from Vina del Mar. Today she helped me iron shirts!
As soon as Flat Adele rolled out of the copy machine, she went right to work at the reception desk. She answered the phone and helped write on the computer. She also helped me google a whole bunch of stuff.
when we come home from the feria with our cart full to the brim with food, I wont get on the bus with Jay and the cart. He goes up, I push the button and wait for my turn. Idont like being stuck in elevators. It's boring, claustrophobic, and a little scary, like what if the rope suddenly broke or something when he is trying to fix it
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