The breakfast of champions.
I'll get fat, and die happy.
That's cool you sent a package to Geoff.
A few days ago we were welcomed to a dead mouse on our door step. I
heard cats fighting the night before. I left it there but then he
started to stink, so I chucked him in the lawn. (I used a garbage pail
lid, mom).
We have a brown-new missionary in our district. Sister Anderson. From
walnut creek, California.
We went to the park again yesterday and the daddy swan was trying to
kill the baby geese. He was chasing some other geese around the pond,
and it was freaky. He was hissing and making himself look bigger. Then
he took off after one goose and they were skimming on the water, not
taking off, but just hauling on the water, and the swan was slapping
the water to make a loud noise. And his wingspan was probably 10 feet
or more! Swans are huge and evil. Especially when it comes to
territory.
It was attracting a lot of people and they were standing pretty
close the the action.
A little while later we're sittin on a bench and this little girl
goes up to a goose to pet it and it's hissing and trying scare her
off, but she just gets closer, and her mom grabs her hand before the
goose bites her finger(s) off. The mom said something about learning
the hard way... You have no eyes? Well you shouldn't have gone near a
hissing goose!
Haha well one goose was laying on a nest and the dad (I guess) was
protecting that spot.
Mikes baptism has been pushed back to June 22. Yesterday we had a
good talk and he wants to perfect these things before. But we told him
no one does that. Even us as members aren't perfect in everything.
He's going to Haiti around the same time. But we hope to dunk him
before he goes.
I just remembered something kinda funny last transfer. So we were in
our trio on the last week, on Memorial Day, walking the park. We pass
a guy and Martinez says "happy Memorial Day" the guy says something
like "happy isn't a good word to associate with this day". So martinez
says "Memorial Day" and waves.
Elder hart is cool. He's a black convert from Utah. And he's only been
a member for like two years. I say his race cuz there are black people
in Utah, just more in the north. He's from around salt lake area. He
goes home around the same time I do.
I still don't know exactly when I go home.
I'm so fat. But I jogged this morning.
There's this crazy lady in plainview ward who's super less active, but
invited me along with a handful of other elders who served in that
ward into a group chat thing. I've never seen her, and the people in
the group don't even serve there anymore. I don't know if I should
leave the group, or just keep ignoring it. I'm not even her friend on
FB. But I don't want to be rude. Once she messaged me how transfers
went. That was last transfer, I've been out of plainview for 3 months!
That's how much she doesn't know about what's going on.
Oh well.....
I got a sour cream doughnut. It's so smooth and soft. It turns people
off at the name, but because I'll try anything, I've had it before.
And it doesn't taste like sour cream. I guess it's like putting apple
sauce in cakes instead of oil. You can't taste it, but there is a
difference in the texture.
It's not even really summer yet and the other day it was so humid it
was hard to breathe outside. Like it was just a heat wave. And now for
the past few days it's been cold and rainy. I don't know why the
weather is more bi-polar than Utah. Like Utah will have it all in one
day. But here it's throughout the week. And the Humidity doesn't help.
Oh, the doctor visit went well. On the paper I wrote that I'm lazy and
have no motivation. And after talking about life and what I haven't
done, he told me I do have motivation and that I'm not lazy. I have
built a wall up around those things and gotten comfortable with doing
less. And he said I need to tell myself these positive things, so I
can break that wall. Or be able to see over it. And in time be able to
do things without hesitation. I guess that's what is best with
missionary work, especially talking with new people.
He asked me to write a history of my life. Like a page long. I
don't know exactly what he wants in it... But I'll do it.
He's a therapist, actually. And he said I need to go to a psychiatrist
for the meds. But he's nice. He's a bishop as well, in the manhattan
ward there. His name is George kem Nixon. I think. He had his wall
covered in his certificates and such, and I couldn't see his name
clearly enough. But he goes by kem. Hearing that, it sounds like cam
or Kim.
But I go back on Thursday. Getting there is fun. Riding the subway
is always a crazy adventure. The chapel is probably to coolest looking
building in that area. If they had something like that in Utah, I
think I'd be turned into a temple. Cuz it's tall and got some cool
spires. It's like a small, red, salt lake temple.
The area is north east of the temple. Far away from all those...
Famous landmarks/buildings. On the other side of the park.
The ASL missionaries get to go there cuz that's where the deaf
branch goes. There's no deaf branches or wards in the island.
I don't know what else to say. ... I think Hannah has a teacher that
is 6 feet tall. I can see how things play out when I get home.
So many people off the mission are getting together. Elder hart
thought it was only in our mission that it happened. But I told him
that's where my parents met, he's still new to the concept. But I
don't know if I'll do that... So far there's not anyone I'd see myself
with... There's a few here and there that I might hang out with, but
we'll see..
Emily gets home September 18.
We were looking people up in this neighborhood and I was like "this
neighborhood is predominately black and Spanish". Then elder hart says
"I'm predominately black and Spanish" haha cuz I kinda forgot. Last
transfer we were looking for English speakers. Not that black people
aren't who we're looking for, it's just that here, they're ghetto. But
else hart speaks Spanish. He was called Spanish speaking. So it was
kinda funny.
What would be nice is a rich white family. Like this one family we
found last transfer. The Krywak family. (Cry-wack). They are white and
wealthy. But they are also very busy.
Ok, I think that is it for now. I might have more to say later.
Ttfn - elder peck
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