If you're wondering why you're getting this on Tuesday
instead of Monday, it is because we went to the temple today. We are only
allowed to go on P-day once every three months, but the temple is closed on
Monday. Therefore we have to email today. The temple took up a lot of time so
I'm short on minutes again today. Elder C. only emails President so he has to
wait a while for me. Hopefully next week we can get the full hour again.[1]
I'm going to wait on the package until after Conference. I
am sending back my gray suit because both pairs of pants are worn.[2] After Conference we get to take off our jackets and I'll be in
slacks but I can't afford to have only one suit at the moment. I'm concerned
about removing the jacket. It hides my obesity.
I also discovered that my camera has a video feature on it
so when I send the package you'll get some video clips of me, Elder C.,
members, and a goofy little dog.
I think I would like the History of the Church. Getting it
sent will be the biggest obstacle, I think. If they have it on CD that would be
the most economic but if not paperback would be good.
I got a letter from Bishop Jones with highlights of all the
missionaries from our ward. It was good to hear Ryan [last name redacted] sent
in his papers. They included excerpts from all the missionaries' letters home.
To preface mine they said I charm people with my unique spirit. "Unique
spirit" is clearly a euphemism for weirdo--but oh, well.[3]
I hate having such little time to email. Hopefully I really
will write snail mail today and I can tell you all the amazing things
happening. I'll give you a brief recap--Duane and Vickie's baptism has been
postponed because Duane is on probation; some members brought a friend to
church and we put her on-date for baptism, only to discover she's not in our
ward; and Chelsea, a 15-year-old we taught a little bit, is on date by the
elders up in Chewelah (chuh-WEE-luh)!
I hope to give you greater details!
Love, Elder Melville
[1]
Elder C. was very disobedient, and he refused to write letters on P-Day “because
there’s plenty of time to write throughout the week,” and he would even
discourage me from writing on P-Day. What a jerk.
[2]
This is one experience that has led me not to trust Mr. Mac. The pants of this
suit had holes worn on the inside of the thighs, and even the jacket began
wearing out after only three months! My mom took the suit back, and the salesman
tried to replace it with the same suit. My mom said, “That’s the same suit, it
will just wear out again.” He responded, “Well, if you’re a missionary with
thunder thighs, that’s going to happen.” Not to mention the fact that they
tailored my slacks (not the ones with the suits) literally four inches larger in the waist than they measured me.
[3]
My mom often forwarded these emails to other ward members, but apparently she
didn’t forward this one because of this “weirdo” comment. The Bishop apologized
to her because he didn’t mean it that way. I mostly said it in jest, and I
explained that in a later letter.
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