So I am kind of at a loss about pants. When they
"tailored" my pants in the first place, they were several inches too
big in the waist.[1]
Then I've lost about thirty pounds on my mission, and that hasn't helped. When
I got here there was a pair of pants in the closet that fits me quite well, and
I have been wearing those. Elder B. (I'm still sad he's dead)[2] told me that our ward
mission leader has some suits the same size that I could ask him about (they
were in our closet and they gave them to him but they don't fit him that well).
But as for my own pants--four suit pants and two pairs of slacks--they were too
big. I finally took one suit pair and one pair of slacks to get tailored three
inches. But I think it was about $12 each pair of pants, and to get four more
pairs tailored could be costly. I probably will just have to do it anyway and
put it on my debit card. But another problem is I was wearing my slacks and sat
down in the driver's seat while I heard a very disconcerting sound, and my seam
split about three or four inches. I am attempting to repair them, but if a
professional stitching doesn't hold, I firmly doubt my primitive sewing will.
So I currently can only wear the slacks I got here since I don't want to wear
suit pants. I just worry about splitting all of my pants if I get them all
tailored.
One thing that's bad about having a bike and a car is I
often find myself looking at my speedometer to make sure I'm not speeding. Then
I remember my bike doesn't have a speedometer.
On my mission other missionaries often talk about the things
they did back home. It's good I didn't do anything because I don't miss
anything.[3] But I do kind of miss TV,
and of course there are various reminders of the things I cannot do right now.
For example:
In Spokane was a billboard for American Family Insurance
with a Munsters theme.
A member of the ward asked me if I ever got called Herman
(referring to the Melville), and then she added, "At least it's better
than Herman Munster."
We tracted into a lady who asked if I knew another Melville
in the area. Then she told me she looked like That Girl, and I was able to
remind her of the name Marlo Thomas. Watching TV in that case actually helped
me talk to someone!
In Mead the ex-con in the room next door would sometimes
watch The Beverly Hillbillies and I could hear it.
I've heard The Andy Griffith Show both from the Welshes in
Mead and while tracting.
I really liked the Monkees song "What Am I Doing
Hangin' Round," and once we went into an investigators' home and she was
listening to bluegrass. I generally try to tune music out, but I was highly
distracted as I heard the bluegrass--and presumably original--version of that
song. (The Monkees do it better.)[4]
And as we get into the holidays in a few months I'm sure it
will get a lot worse with images of Jack Skellington and the Grinch. (In the
MTC a speaker actually quoted Dr. Seuss's Christmas story, and I thought that
was not fair because we were all missionaries who couldn't watch it.)
Um...this was a really weird letter...
Love,
Elder Melville
[1]
I do not recommend Mr. Mac. I think they judged me for being fat and assumed I
would get fatter, so they literally gave me pants that were four inches too big
in the waist.
[2]
“Dead” in mission lingo, meaning gone home.
[3]
When people asked me what I did for fun, I would say something like, “I don’t
have fun.” My hobby consisted of watching 1960s sitcoms and geeking out over
them online. How awkward!
[4]
I think the Monkees were the first to perform it, but they didn’t write it.
That does actually remain one of my favorite Monkees songs.
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