Monday we went to the funeral for Elmer, it was an awkwardly good time. We hugged old women, and Elder Calaway is still trying to be set up with a mom, because "the plump one" is the one that they like. There was a pastor there who gave a great sermon about love. It began with "This is a celebration of life people! Let's loosen up!" He also said "Though we don't know where we're going after this life..." He told us stories about his sons and members of his congregation and how they all love each other. The message I got was, if you don't feel like you showed Elmer enough love show it now because all you who smoked outside the funeral home will die the same way he did. He talked about Christ a bit. The actual spiritual part was when the old guy in military attire gave Donna a flag and thanked her in the face for Elmer serving the country. The 21 gun salute was enough to make everyone's ears bleed. As previously stated we were to all go up and share something. It didn't happen because the pastor closed the meeting. He was nice to us, or at least pretended to be.
Tuesday we helped Emile out with some trench building. We also got to see bro Henderson. I dominated in Yahtzee in everything except getting an actual Yahtzee so I still lost. Apparently we missed Bernie Sanders walking down the street in State College. I don't understand how Bernie Sanders has any supporters while he still has a confederate flag bumper sticker on the back of his Model T.
Wednesday was district meeting and the biggest joke on earth. Why am I doing this job? Haha, it's awkward to teach people concepts they already know. But that's alright I guess. We powered through and were on our merry way to Bowl, for our Monday was taken. My bowling game has atrophied significantly, though I'm not sure I've ever had unrivaled skill in the sport.
Thursday we tried to OYM and there's never people around, so we go to where people actually are but a significant amount are college students which makes it harder. Service was fun, but also sad. I'm stirring a pot next to a guy named Jan. No I don't know who named him.
I said, Jan you know my name?
Psh yeah I know your name..
Jan. What's my name.
Uhhh..
It was really funny and he felt really bad he didn't know my name. I tested everyone else in that kitchen, who I thought were my friends, and they all failed. But now they all know who I am. *sniff* I'm still a human underneath the tie. *sniff sniff*
Friday we were at out OYMing again and talked to one girl about the church. She's the only person we gave a copy of the Book of Mormon out to but a day when that happens is automatically a good day. We also got her number so we'll see if she reads. But there's also a good chance she's leaving in a week for the summer. Everyone and their dog are moving out of this town for the summer.
Saturday we were digging with Emile again. Sunday by some miracle Ronda came to church. Bro Hileman wasn't even there but she came and I was super happy. There are some songs in the hymn book that need to be retired. "In our lovely Deseret" is a good example of one of them. Our ward happens to be one of those wards who has some lady pick all the songs no one knows. The chorus of this song starts with Hark! Hark! Hark! But to me it quickly sounded like the congregation was shouting Bark! Bark! Bark! This song would be great for when I make "Bring your dog to sacrament meeting" an event, where every species would be able to praise through song. Turns out a few other people saw that stunt and when we went to the classy social club of Empty Nestor's that evening, the guy told everyone what we had done, luckily the lady who picks the songs wasn't there so everyone had a good laugh. Happy birthday to Elder Curtis you piece of work.
It's been a good week.
Limo bus
Elder Curtis: the birthday boy
Trench digging
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