[1]I
have to be brief today. I'm emailing today because our preparation day was
switched to today for Christmas Eve. We are emailing at the Davenport library
which is closed on Mondays because the Cheney library is closed today. There is
only one computer so I don't have much time. We got our hair cut today at a
good old-fashioned barber shop in town. It seemed a lot like Floyd's Barber
Shop but not as friendly. It was cheaper than Great Clips.
Thanks for the Christmas package. I didn't realize you'd
already sent it before I made my Christmas request. Today I'll be getting the
package from Aunt Terri. I wanted to send out a lot of Christmas cards but I
didn't have enough time and I was only able to send to you, Grandpa and
Grandma, and Dave and Ya-ping, I think. I can't remember any more I sent.
I'm worried about the call home. We are going to be able to
sleep in, and watch a Disney movie. The one we selected is nearly three hours
long (guess which one it is!) so we had planned probably calling in the
afternoon but we can probably move it up. Two o'clock there is one o'clock here
so we may have to adjust our schedule a little bit.[2]
It has continued to be cold and snowy. It was about sixteen
degrees today and it feels very warm compared to the negative two we've had. On
Saturday night we went to the Ritzville branch Christmas party. It was
important for us because we had fourteen nonmembers and eight less-actives show
up. We had to leave that night to Davenport before it got snowy and windy (the
drifts here can be colossal) and we got about a half hour out of town when the
newly-called first counselor of the branch presidency called because we had his
keys. So, we had to turn around, and got home late. The next morning there were
a lot of drifts. We had about twenty people at church. It was the third Sunday
but the high counselor couldn't make it, so it was a short meeting. It was only
worth having sacrament meeting. Davenport does a better job of clearing the
roads than Spokane does, but the whole state of Washington is dumb. A bigger
snowstorm in Utah wouldn't affect everything as much because they just plow and
move on. But up here, it's like, "Oh, no! It snowed! What are we going to
do? Guess we have to shut everything down." Last year they closed school
for a week and I didn't see a plow until a week after the snowstorm. The
Davenport Elementary School this week should have been closed because their
boiler went out, so fish died, toilets froze, tiles broke, and cold ensued, but
they merely started late, so everyone was mad.
My time is about up but I can talk to you more tomorrow.
Love,
Elder Melville
[1]
The title of my letter is the title of a song in the Children’s Songbook.
[2]
As it turned out, we ended up snowed in at a members’ home in the middle of the
Washington farmlands on Christmas Eve, so we spent the night there and used
their phones in the morning to call our families. When we finally left, we were
late to a dinner appointment, and then we watched Mary Poppins with the couple we lived with part-time.
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