Update.

Well, I guess I should post one of these days. Give you a bit of an update.

School is fine. Work is fine. Everything is fine. Not brilliant or fantastic, but fine. I've been doing a lot of reading/listening lately so that's been fun. My apartment (plus some) is going to do the special musical number tomorrow at church. We're singing "Lead, Kindly Light." Very nice arrangement. I'm not exactly looking forward to standing up in front of the ward to sing, but I'll do my best. Then, after church we're inviting all those who sang (like our FHE brothers and some other guys and girls in our ward) to come eat dinner. They requested that we serve enchiladas, which happens to be like my favorite dinner ever. What are the odds?

Oh, that reminds me, the other day I was buying groceries and since I don't have a car, I walk. I dump out all my school supplies and lug my empty backpack to the store where I fill it and walk home. Occasionally I'll get more things than my backpack can hold so I have to drape all the bags along my arms and it's not at all fun walking at that point. I end up sweating up a storm by the time I get home. And that's saying something. It's always cold up here!

Anyway, this particular day I hated having to walk. Maybe it was due to the fact that I had a jug of milk on one arm and lots of other small heavy things on the other. Or maybe it was because it was super cold that day. Or maybe I was because I had no energy left in me to make the walk. But whatever reason I felt lucky to be walking around a town full Mormons. I mean, there was bound to be at least one of them who'd show pity on me and drive me the several blocks home. It's not like it hasn't happened before. But no. I was wrong. All the cars just kept right on driving by. I could almost hear them say to themselves, "Aww, poor thing. She has to walk. It's a good thing we have a car!" Or they'd just laugh at how ridiculous I looked with a bulging backpack and my arms drooping with groceries.

When I had been walking for about twenty or thirty minutes a car finally pulled over. I looked and saw this elderly man poking his head out of the open window of a nice white car. I can't even tell you how relieved I was! I was so relieved in fact, that I didn't at first catch what the man was saying. ...And then I understood.

"Excuse me," the old man said, "do you know where I can find a chocolate shop? I know there's one around here somewhere."

I was crushed! I told the man that I was not familiar with the town and that I had never seen a chocolate shop around here before. He nodded, thanked me for my time, and drove away. ...That was a fine how-do-you-do. But I guess it's not such a bad thing. I mean, aren't we taught not to take rides from strangers? Oh well. Next time I'll just leave the big things for when I have a roommate who can drive me to town.