On Wednesday, I felt the first earthquake of my life! I was sitting at my desk during lunch, studying characters, when I noticed the space heater by my side rocking back and forth. I wondered what could be causing it to move. It couldn’t be wind, because no windows were open in the apartment. I stood up to see if Elder Clark was touching the heater, and immediately felt the building swaying beneath my feet! I exclaimed "地震" (earthquake), and Elder Clark leapt to his feet. We were about to dive beneath the nearest door-frame when the tremor subsided.
On Friday, I was able to put my robotics skills to good use in swapping the batteries between two wheelchairs belonging to a local church member. I forgot to bring my hex wrench set, so we borrowed one from an auto shop in the neighborhood. When I opened the battery compartment and beheld the bulky lead-acid boxes and familiar red plastic connectors, I was overcome with nostalgia.
Eating steak at a relatively fancy joint.
Our landlord also gave us a gigantic wooden bookshelf/closet thing that weighs several hundred pounds. We hauled it into our apartment in pieces, and she had a workman come in and assemble it for us.
We were able to find a crowd of new investigators on the street this week. Everything’s going quite well in Zhonghe since Elder Montierth and I have reclaimed our one-to-one responsibility for the area. The one exception is Sundays, when Elder Jensen has to go to church in Xinban and Elder Clark in Shuanghe. On Saturday night, we ride the MRT to Guting and foist Elder Jensen off on some other elders from his zone. Elder Clark goes on splits with a member of his ward to attend church, and we ride back to Guting and finish the exchange on Sunday night. The process involves a lot of frantic bicycling through the chaos of Taipei traffic. Thankfully, I go forth armed with my front and rear lights and 反光帶 (light-reflecting belt/harness) to protect me from death.