Sunday, September 1, 2019

Last day of August! (8/31/09)


I am so glad the summer's ending. I hate this heat. The problem with Lewiston is that sometimes, like the last few days, it decides to rain or thunder, but it only does it at night and fizzles out by the morning. Fortunately, we are heading into September, and even though September can be hot, we are closer to coolness.

I am going to have to spend some money today. I really need a new pair of shoes, because now both of my pairs have holes in the bottom. One already had them, so I hoped the other would make it three months. But nope.

I also need a new helmet. On Saturday my back tire was low, so we were out and about and I pumped it up with the pump I have on my bike. My tire (not the tube) has been kind of worn. Well, I hopped on the bike and started riding when I heard "PA ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Indeed, my tire was flat in a few seconds, and since we were far from home, we did a few things in the area and then walked home with the bikes. But somewhere along the line my helmet must have fallen off my handle bars, and I didn't notice it. We went up and down the street looking for it, paying attention especially to where we stopped and put the bike down.[1] (Maybe I should have bought a kickstand and then it would be less likely to fall off when we stop.) Elder W. had an extra tire which is now on the bike. I expected the flat tire would prevent us from riding. But no, the tire's fine now; I just don't have a helmet.

Well, even though school's started, it appears I have another short session. Transfer calls are on Saturday, so maybe I'll be transferred somewhere with long email time, instead of Lewiston's moronically small library. I have no idea about transfers this time.

Love,

Elder Melville


[1] I remember this incident. I think I was on an exchange with my zone leader when this happened, and it seems like the zone leader was annoyed that we would be less effective if I wasn’t on a bike. (Zone leaders do get overzealous.) We had talked to some potential investigators, and I think we went back and knocked on their door again to ask if they had seen the helmet in their yard.

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