Rancho Sierra Vista

At our last Zone Conference President Beck asked to meet with the senior couples.  That should have been the first clue.  The week before Zone conference I had the impression that we were being transfered.  I promptly dismissed it as we had spent three weeks fixing everything that was wrong in the trailer we were in and had finally got it to the comfortable stage.  President Beck said that some changes were in the works and some of the senior might be moved around.  He also asked for everyone to tell him when they were going home.  I didn’t take notes as dad and I were truly settled and teaching and getting into our groove.  One should listen to the promptings of the spirit.

Tuesday evening the President called and asked Jack to put the call on speaker phone.  He then told us that we would be moving to Many Farms to help out the Elders.  He told us that someone had LOANED a fifth wheel trailer for two months and we would be living in it.  Anyone who knows me knows how much I have loved living in our fifth wheeled trailer for the past eight years!  I burst into tears and bawled my eyese out.  Dad was asked to set it up with the sewer and water and electric hookups and move us in.

When I came out of the clouds and convinced myself that I would go anywhere the Lord wanted me to go I began the re-packing process.  We now had to put a two bedroom trailer into a little fifth wheel.  By the time we had things packed back into the car and truck and the trailer cleaned for the new couple being sent to Inscription House, to move in,  we didn’t arrive in Many Farms until after dark.

We are still trying to find space for stuff.  I have a stack of things that there is no room for so we can’t possible need them, right.  I feel like one of my ancestors who had to push/pull a hand cart across the plains and discard things that seemed important when they started their trip, but no so important now.

Every nook and cranny is filled with our stuff and the fifth wheel trailer life begins.

We were able to teach a young family last night up in Lukachukia.  They had a baby about Cy’s age and I couldn’t let go of her.  I kept telling the mother when I get off the mission my little grandson will be across the country, and the possibility of holding him is right up there with nil.

Today we wait on the phone service to be installed.  Last Friday was the day, but on the rez you take what they give.  So we have a phone and internet service in Inscription House going and one here.  We had left the other one on as we were told a new couple would move in on Tuesday which we now know is not going to happen.  Its a hundred dollars everytime they connect and not knowing what is in store for us its hard to decide whether or not to disconnect or stay connected and just pay the bills.

My shower today was interesting.  No water pressure, then when dad fixed that as I stood freezing, the shower head fell off and I found myself trying to get the soap out of my heair with a flapping hose flipping water everywhere and by the time I got the soap out of my hair the shower was over as all the hot water, all five gallons of it was everywhere but on me.  I just bawled with the prospects of showering for the next how many weeks with a shower head that doens’t want to work and the contraption that sends the water to the shower head  not wanting to stay on unless you hold it on.  Life is truly interesting on the rez.