I just took a woof of air and smelt the musk of an old spaniard man, usually very pungent stuff. Sadly, i just looked around and there was nobody i could tag the smell too, and upon further under jacket inspection, it appears i am the culprit. Tragic. Oh well, at least i fit in better now. (this is not a cultural slur, it is a simple comment on the tendency that a certain culture has to spread their musks about my nose)
I dont have too much time because we took the district on a Aranjuez tour. Super fun. Then, when i got here, the computer rebeled and would not let me log on to my account, so naturally i had to destroy it. Delays delays delays.
Things of not this week:
First official guitar class took place. 9 people. 1 guitar. Amazing. Either they know how sensitive i am deep down and didnt want to hurt my fillings (i wrote this on accident, but i am going to leave it because it creates a fun little mental picture of my fillings getting hurt), or they really like it because they all said they are going to go buy guitars now. Pretty soon we are going to have an army of extremely dramatic, sub-par, rockers who overdo everything.
The ward is gaining a lot of confidence with the missionaries now. Not sure if it is because of, or in spite of my presence, but it is definitely happening. For the first time ever we are having the leaders call us to figure out when they can help us. And even more of note, i am now the butt end of every joke. Attention is a attention, no matter wether positive or negative, so i am in seventh heaven. In case i didnt inform you, i had a milestone in my life last week... i lost a toenail. I know, i know, its nuts! I may have also not told you about the stubbed toe i got playing soccer around christmas time. I also may have left out our efforts in salvaging the toe by creating an 8 elder drilling team to relieve the pressure through the nail. We saved it, or so we thought. It was really black for the last couple of months, and in the last couple of weeks it was starting to grey up. I got out of the shower one morning and the nail was really lose, and of course, i sarted playing with it. Well, one thing led to another, my nail turned into a mouth that lipsings EFY songs, and next thing you know, POP! Off came my toe nail. After i finished screaming, i did the only logical thing: i laminated it in tape and put a date on it as a keepsake. Dont worry, you will be getting it in the mail soon. It has caused quite the interesting train of thoughts to say the least. Every time i walk into the metro, or sit down on the bus, i realize in one of those AHA! moments that there is an odd number of toenails in the group in which i find myself. Even now i am making this exact realization. So anyway, not sure how it happened, but the whole ward found out (i may or may not have begun every visit with, "guess what!" and then told them) and loved it. So the point of the story- we were in the investigator's gospel priciples class and i was naturally the example of everything. One in particular was brilliant. We were talking about agency and the teacher was talking about how along the road of life there are stumbling blocks. If we make the wrong decision and run into the stumbling block, we may end up like Elder Carr and lose a toenail. I loved it. It that is what is needed to make people have a good time, bring it on. I have always loved teasing myself. I have no insecurities to worry about, so i have always rather it be me than somebody else. Plus i get my need dosage of attention on top of everything.
Oh shoot, we gotta run. Sorry about the shortness.
Keep up the good work on the home front.
Oh yeah, about how long you are planning on spending here, you decide. Any decision i make is biased depending on the day. If i know it is what you want, it will be perfect.
Lots of lovey doveys,
Elder Sky
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