Happy Fourth of July nada. Elder R. and I didn’t get to do anything other than proselyting. We tried to order a pizza when the day ended, but the guy ended up losing our order, so we went to bed hungry. Major bummer, right? Oh well, next year I’ll be grilling with you, gramps. Nerk.
Yeah, it was a bummer that we didn’t get to baptize C. She is starting to flake out on us now actually, but we were able to baptize her niece this Sunday. Boo yah. We closed Sunday with another week of excellence, so we did all right. There is only one more week in the transfer, and Elder R. and I want to baptize a couple more people this next Sunday together because chances are one of us is out of here. We have got some people with potential, so we will see how things work out. I don’t know what the deal is, but it seems like I never get to stay with my favorite companions for more than a transfer. Lame. There is a chance he will stay, but he has been a zone leader for seven months, so the president will probably release him and have him train. We will see. I hope he stays here though.
As for L's baptism, yes, I actually got to stay and watch it. It was pretty cool. It left me with one of those good feelings that only God can give. As for our travel as zone leaders, we do at least two divisions every week with the elders in our zone, and sometimes we are called to resolve a problem or do an interview last second. I like being a zone leader for the following reasons: good companion, lots of work, and the time passes quickly. There are a couple of things that I don’t like about being a zone leader, but I’ll wait until I’m home to tell you about those things.
Elder R. celebrated his birthday on Thursday. It ended up being pretty funny. The other elders and I made a cake for him the night before (with help from an irmã in the ward), but during the day three other people made him cakes too (at lunch, at a recent convert’s house, etc.). So by the time we got home we were pretty full of cake, but we surprised him with it anyway and sang happy birthday to him. Because we weren’t that hungry, we decided to have some fun with the cake and eat it without using our hands. So there we were, the four of us with our faces covered in cream when Elder R. decided to smash Elder S's face into the cake. One thing led to another, and before we knew it, we were involved in a full-fledged food fight. Cake was flying, people were slipping, and the memory will always remain with me. (And, yes, we did clean up afterward even though it took over an hour—totally worth it. Nerk.)
The maple and the cream or tarter are still holding strong, but the Brazilian elders in the house like it a little too much—more than the Americans it seems—so I doubt the maple will make it out alive.
I noticed that you guys haven’t been trying to make me get too trunky, but I knew that that line of defense would break before long. I have to admit, it is exciting to be almost done, and with only three months left, I’m pretty close. But honestly, I’m not trunky at all. I’m sure that as time goes on, especially when I enter my last transfer, that the trunkiness will augment, but for now I am managing to stay focused on the work. However, there are some Brazilian cultural things that are starting to wear on me, and I lose patience with those things (dogs, lies, people hiding instead of telling you “no,” —you know, the usual). But overall, I’m doing fine.
Will it be warm enough to do a Moab trip when I get back? I want to bike and river raft a bit before it gets cold. The pics made me jelly.
Anyway, I’ll send some pics and videos now. I love you!
Elder Morris
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