On a completely different note, church is getting to be an exercise in insanity. Or patience or something. Mostly centering on our inability to drive ourselves there (and learning to drive wouldn't help as there's no chance we'd be able to afford a car or insurance in our current circumstances). I meant to call the girl in our ward who lives kind of across the street from us and ask her to drive us last night (you'd think we would have set up a regular thing), but I got caught up in translating and forgot.
So I had prayed that we'd be able to get a ride to church this morning, even though it was short notice. As I was reading my scriptures, the phone rang. It was Mom, who apparently is not avoiding us, asking if we needed a ride to church. This was very happy, but a little scary because of our inability to get a ride home from church two weeks ago. That's why when our home teacher called asking if we needed a ride to church, I told him that we had a ride there but would need a ride back. He said no problem, and we were very happy that we knew how we would get to church and back.
So after Relief Society we waited in the foyer for our HT to find us, since he said he would and I was very tired and my head was hurting a little (I woke up with a headache; I think it's because I ate almost nothing yesterday and then chose to stay in bed for a long time before getting up to feed myself). And we waited. And waited. And while we waited, our HT's companion (also known as "our other home teacher") walked by and said hi, and then realized that we probably needed a ride home, so he asked. We told him our other HT was going to give us a ride, so we were fine. And we waited.
And then while we waited, we met one of Steve's home teachees (also known as "home taught"), and we had a very nice conversation and we told him that he should watch Danny Phantom. He was very friendly. But then the choir stopped practicing and we realized we had been waiting for our first HT for more than an hour, and if we didn't find a ride home soon, we would be lucky to get home at all. So we started wandering around in search of our ride, who of course is no where to be found.
So we decided to wait near the Bishop's office, because if anyone from our ward who would take pity on us and drive us home was still at church, that's probably where they would be. And then Mom found us and skipped a little bit of her church (which we suspect she was planning to do anyway, but we can't be sure) to drive us home. Overall, I think it was beneficial, because we have tentative plans to go out with her and Sarah tomorrow, and it's nice to do stuff with Sarah.
And we weren't home more than ten minutes before our HT called and apologized profusely for forgetting about us. His parents called him for something and he had to take off, and he says he's not used to having to pay attention to other things that might need taking care of. I wonder if I wasn't hard enough on him, though, because I have a habit of saying "it's okay" when the first thing out of someone's mouth is "I'm sorry." He even said, "No it's not okay!" and it really isn't, but as long as he learned his lesson and it doesn't happen again (which he said it wouldn't), then I'm over it. We are home, after all.
Now I'm tired. And I'm very grateful that we made it home, and that there are people in the world who are willing to admit that they made mistakes (we hope we're two of them), and that we got to talk to Steve's home teachee, and that I got to eat lunch, and that we can spend the rest of the day relaxing.