August 9, 2012
The only remotely interesting thing I can remember happening last week was getting to host new missionaries on New Missionary Day Wednesday. Really, it´s less "hosting" and more "processing" but so it is here. But anyways, my district was given a brief orientation Wednesday morning, followed by an early lunch. We were told "you have 40 minutes to eat," which somehow got turned into "you have 20 minutes to eat" in the minds of my district. This meant that the day I was actually able to land a bowl of cookie dough ice cream was the day I wasn't able to enjoy my bowl of cookie dough ice cream. I think they wanted to get first dibs on early hosting, but really we just sat in a room for the next 20 minutes.
Speaking of ice cream and the three heaping bowls I eat each week, not to mention all the care package wares my roommates and I receive, I seem to have lost the 5 pounds of Pop-Tarts I added last October. Herzog has lost somewhere around 20. Nearly everyone else in the district has reported net changes in weight within that numerical range, but with the opposite sign.
Isn´t Tiff supposed to be getting married soon? When exactly is that? Everybody tell her congrats for me anyway.
You can all stop nagging Danielle to write me now. I got a letter from her last week. Apparently she composed the entire thing on her phone. That makes one of us a really good friend, and the other kind of a...less-good friend. But of course Danielle isn't the only friend I should mention. Many thanks to all of you who have continued to write me letters. I really appreciate them all. I will reply to each in time, but with the Provo Temple reopened last week and the sheer number of people who have written me letters, combined with my desire to return a quality product, I am significantly backlogged.
I am involved in somewhere between 30-40 hugs per day here at the MTC. I have been made aware of certain tendencies I have when giving hugs that make them appear somewhat cold and unfriendly. I am working to correct these errors. Next time y'all I intend to have the bugs worked out, so hopefully in a couple of years you will be receiving some quality, peer-reviewed hugs.
So, umm, seriously. That's about all I got, and there's still like 8 minutes on the timer. Maybe I'll tell you about my Handy Dandy Notebook. I carry it around in my shirt pocket and use the first half to keep track of insights or questions I have throughout the day, while the rear half is reserved for funny things I encounter during the day that I can include in my letters. Some of them wind up in this weekly email but probably the majority are used in the hand-written letters you receive in the mail. For instance, there's this little interaction from sometime last week (sorry to those of you who will read this twice, i.e. Bonnie I think). Elder Herzog and I were walking east while another group of missionaries were walking west. As they passed, this exchange occurred, and without pausing they continued on their way:
Elder #1: . . . Obviously you've never had your arms and legs cut off. Elders, if your arm got cut off by a lightsaber-
Me: Oh yeah, instantly cauterizes it.
Herzog: Seals that wound right up.
Elder #1: See, I told you!
Elder #2: No! I wasn't saying . . .
That's about it. That's my life right now. Love you! And love to Kendrick! And as a special bonus for today, love to Ricky!
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