January 29, 2007
Dear Family,
I remember Deidre McKinnon a little. Mostly I remember Julie (she
promised to send me a nice package in the MTC, I'm still waiting for
it...). That's pretty sad to hear about Deidre. It's never fun to
have someone die. But I'm sure all will be made aright.
If I don't get to, send Cindy a Happy Birthday from me. In the way of
people asking for my address, who is this "Zauss" person? Who asked
for my address? Tell them I need more letters....
In the way of investigators, there's not much to say. Elder Morrill
is super trunky (he gets off the plane on Saturday), and he got in a
bike accident on the 23rd while we were on exchanges. His teeth went
through his lip, but he got them stitched up, and got his chipped
teeth fixed, and he's healing nicely (can finally smile as of
yesterday). We didn't go out for about 3.5 days while he recuperated.
He felt like he was in prison, stuck in the apartment all day. I read
about 1/3 of Jesus the Christ. I'm almost 1/2 done with it now. So,
there's not too much to say about last week, other than that. Oh, I
did get to have some genuine Tamarindo and Jamaica. They were great!
The Tamarindo was quite a bit stronger than the Kool-Aid stuff,
though. Really fruity.
My next companion is Elder Erickson, from Bountiful, I believe. Elder
Morrill esteems him highly. He's only been out about a year, so I
suspect that I'll have to get back to work. I just hope I haven't
become lazy in the last couple of weeks, with staying home and Elder
Morrill's trunkiness. I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen
with the Marshallese stuff, but I might be going somewhere else next
transfer, and I might be put with Elder Jaynes in Rogers, northwest
of Springdale. I dunno, but I do know that we're getting two native
Marshallese speakers, and that I'm staying in Fort Smith for another
6 weeks.
So, Dad had his own personal Star Wars Marathon...before I ever did.
Grrrr. I'll have to add that to my list of things to do when I get
home. It's going to be very odd for me (I've been thinking about
what'll happen when I get home because Elder Morrill is talking so
much about it). I've realized that most of my friends (if not all)
will be married, I'll be 25 (with no real peers around), and I'll
have absolutely nothing to do (other than decide what the heck I'm
going to do with my/in life.
Send Sister Dustin my congradulations, regards, good luck in the MTC,
and she can feel free to write me anytime. Little Rock is in the
mission next to us (consult the map on my website to see where the
edge of the Oklahoma Tulsa Mission is).
I got David and Betsy's packages. It's so good to hear my guitar!
That's probably one of the things I miss most: playing songs
(especially Rock) on my guitar. I had a dream last night that I came
home and it was broken. I told Elder Morrill about it, and he said,
"What if I went home, and your parents sold me your guitar?" He
doesn't seem to understand that it ain't gonna happen. I don't know
if he has $1600 to buy it anyway, or would fork over that much, since
he can't really play. And David would absolutely not allow it.
My presents were excellent, thanks. Just hold off on the candy for a
while (excepting Cadbury Mini Eggs, chocolate-covered raisins, and
cinnamon bears/lips). I have enough to last me until my birthday.
Yeah, go ahead and type up my hand-written letter and throw it on the
bolg. That's why I addressed it: Dear Family and Friends.
The weather isn't really a great inhibition for the work. Mostly it's
been kinda warm or kinda cold. We had a bit of snow (the tiny stuff
that could be considered as measly hail), but not much in the way of
moisture. Elder Morrill doesn't like to go out in torrential rain.
Me, I could. I LOVE torrential rain. Throw in a cool girl by your
side, and you can't go wrong (unless it's really windy and cold).
I'm sending a couple of pictures: #255: Christmas lunch with the
Arens sisters and their families. #232: Elder Morrill and I at Parly
P. Pratt's gravesite.
Anyway, gotta go shopping. See you next week!
