They Call Me The Cart Cowboy
Whale hello again, everybody! Reporting live from the brackish water and random azalea trees of Norfolk, it's Elder McMullin! As always, feel free to contact me if yall have anything important to tell me, and I will gladly ignore your email until I have Wifi again. But, without further ado, let's get into it!
One of the highlights of the week was making some kolaches for breakfast. I had an old oil-stained recipe I finally found again from the depths of my suitcase, and decided to give it a whirl. They turned out... OK. I really enjoyed the filling, but the flour I had on hand was whole wheat for some reason, so everything tasted "healthier" than it should have. In other words, it tasted like licking a grain thresher. Luckily, that was the only bad food of the week, because we somehow managed to have a member meal every night this week. AND, for added measure, we managed to avoid our least favorite member meal (they usually serve us expired daycare food from their job), meaning sucess all the way around!
As fat as the work goes, we're werking it hard. We got two more people on date for baptism, and a few promising leads. However, we all got suckerpunched of Sunday when only one person rolled up for Sacrament. That sucked, because I was also speaking and did a bomb analogy of the Atonement to 4 trees: the palm tree, the olive tree, the tree of the Cross, and the maple tree. It was good, but a little shaky as I didn't have time to type it in my usual 12-pt-times-new-roman-double-
To explain the title, I have a new hobby when finding- cart collation and collection. Not only does it help keep the parking lot clean, it also makes us look 1000% percent less suspicious at the stores we've already been kicked out of twice. In addition, bringing back these lost carts to the fold give me a chance to explore the natural beauty of the asphalt wonderlands and the treasures they hold. Such glorious finds include someone's hair extension, several vape containers, 2 pairs of sunglasses, a slightly moldy chicken sandwich, and a Gonzo croc charm. Truly, the field is white and ready for harvesting.
Anyways, know that I miss you all and am excited to be one transfer into the greatest work of our day. Every day is a joy to bring others closer to Christ, and I have felt myself grow in ways I never imagined, like becoming fluent in Hood or testifying to dudes dressed in a cookie monster onesie.
Have a good existence,
Elder McMullin
PS: here's an album I made of my photos from the Mission. Feel free to pop on anytime and judge my skillz with a camera. I also mostly take pictures of things that amuse me and not of pretty scenery, so watch at your own risk.
Highlights!
1: WaTErSiDe neon sign both annoys and captivates me.
2: Some high class literature found in a members home.
3: a decision was made in this Walmart aisle.
4: There is not a Walmart for 4 miles in any direction of this Target.
5: As precious as a stradivarius.
6: My dough do be doughin'
7: OK I lied. Here's one good scenery shot of some battleships under construction.
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