August 16, 2012
Hello loved ones,
Last week I told you about my notebook. In preparation for writing this week's email, I consulted the notebook as usual to decide which stories from the week would be included in the email and which would be left for personal letters. It turns out, though, that nearly every single thing I'd written follows a common theme. The guy who instructed us for new missionary hosting (which I did again this week) summed it up well with this offhand remark: "It must say something about your lives here that the highlight of your week is waiting in the hot midday sun for two hours."
-Elder Herzog and I finish each other's sentences. And with increasing frequency, we find ourselves starting each other's sentences, too. It's weird. Doubly-weird when an "investigator" is in the room.
-The other day, this happened:
Herzog: My mind is still stuck on Saturday.
Me: It is Saturday.
Herzog: What the heck is wrong with me?!
-My teacher, Sister Cutler, said this in class the other day: "He asked [such and such]. And [another] he asked [something else]. And [a third] he asked . . . a good question. Sorry, elders. It's Saturday night! I'm supposed to be at a party or something!
-Monday evening while I was standing at the urinal (really a regular toilet with the seat removed), the three stalls next to me were occupied. Their conversation went something like this:
#1: I found 14 white tiles in a row. Is that a record?
#2: There's some other bathroom where I saw 15. Here I only see 13.
#3: I just found a square that's 3x5. I think that's the biggest one I've seen.
And so on and so forth.
-Tuesday, at the beginning of class Elder Fiala stood at the front of the room and said "I have an announecment." Hanging a suit coat/menswear bag on the white board, he said "I'll just let this speak for itself" and then unzipped the bag. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves, once I get a chance to send them. But anyways, after that, Bro. Lucero said "I also have an announcement. Today, we're spending the rest of class in the big room." We cheered. You'll see why when I send pictures of the classroom. Then, on the way out, he told us "I went to Cafe Rio for lunch today. I didn't bring y'all burritos but I did grab some mints." And then we cheered again.
-We hosted again Wednesday. This time I was able to enjoy my cookie dough ice cream AND they had my favorite pizza for lunch. So that was good. During the process of hosting, a new elder went to hug a new sister. The surrounding crowd let out a cry louder than some sporting events.
So yeah. It's time for me to get out of here (though I gotta say, Elder Fiala's announcement was legitimately worth the excitement).
Speaking of, it's time for me to get out of here. I'm supposed to arrive at the travel office Tuesday morning at 4. I expect to get to the SLC airport around 5 or 5:30 (which means I might run into Sara Sanders, actually, and Elder Herzog might even be on her flight), and I think my flight leaves around 7. I have about an hour layover in Phoenix between something like 8 and 9 local time. Family, if you want me to try calling sometime Tuesday morning (even though it might be obnoxiously-early), DearElder me a list of phone numbers to try ASAP.
For the rest of you, the mission home address is the following (I think):
Elder Zachary Matheson
Indiana Indianapolis Mission
1980 E 116th St, STE 200
Carmel, IN 46032
As for the other things in the notebook:
-Kymri Bourdin from Tucson is here. I see her every once in a while. Her smile is as cheerful as ever.
-I saw a Cevering get dropped off here last week or the week before, for whomever cares about that.
-Have the parents checked into my voter's registration status?
-How do you get rust stains out of clothes which have been bleached and washed but not dried?
Here goes. 4 days left. Whatever last-minute brain-washing they have planned, they'd better get done quick.
Love you all. Love you Kendrick.
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