Saturday, April 3, 2010

Adventures in Vermin Metropolis

As hinted by the title of my letter today, we discovered roaches en masse into our kitchen cabinets this morning. Basically, we spent the better part of the morning squirting every bug we could find with window cleaners (instant mess-free roach killer) and now the whole apartment reeks of lemon soap. Whee.

This week was kind of slow. first of all, none of our investigators came to church, including those taught by the other ASL missionaries. We did a lot of (cough) tracting (cough) because a lot of people we tried to taught wasn't home, and some blew off on our appointments. We just had to drop three of our investigatoes because there were zero progress among them. One asked us to not see her anymore (got fed anti-mormon crap by her friends and she believed into these). A bird pooped on our car thrice. We very narrowly escaped a crossfire between two gangs. Actually, I was kidding about the last one.

As of transfers, Elder Lingam and I got Elder Western, and Elder Cordy and Hadlock got Elder Franco. Yipeee! Our new missionaries is getting the better hang of how the ASL program works, which is good. We're also helping them brush up on their ASL skills. Recently, I've talked with President Blackburn that, if everything still goes well, we should divide everyone up into three companionships, and arrange for one to work the Long Beach area, and officially re-establish the ASL program's presence into Long Beach. We really hope so, since there are a LOT of potential investigators and even less-actives in Long Beach. The Long Beach mission does NOT have an official ASL program, which kind of leaves those poor deaf people isolated, which really isn't very fair.

Elder Cordy should transfer out of the program soon, which means we will be able to get our last ASL missionary into the program: My good old companion Elder Van Dam. He really will be a valuable asset to our work, primarily because he knows spanish and ASL both very well. Los Angeles has a LOT of spanish-speaking-only people.

A funny thing happened last sunday. After church, we visited one of our investigatoes, an interesting old waman named Nina Miller. As it turns out, she opted to have dinner with us, though we already had a dinner appointment! After some pizza with Nina, we drove right to dinner (ha ha) with President and Sister Sutton. Afterwards, we were just SUPER full. That didn't end there. Oh no. no. Later tat night, we decided to visit another investigator named Robert, who was holding a little chili party at that time, and insistently offered us a big bowl of his famous 3-alarm chili! By the time we got home, our stomachs were near to bursting, and we basically just planned a bit, prayed, and plodded straight into bed. FYI, 3-alarm chili does NOT mix well with a lot of food. At that, I woke up at 1 AM in the morning, and high-tailed it right for the bathroom, where I proceeded to spend the next 30 minutes on the john, with molten lava coming out of my rear end. If you've heard groaning at that time, that was probably me.When I was fairly confident that the pain was over, I crawled back into bed and passed out right there.

By the way, there was no mail yesterday, because our whole zone did maintenance service at the temple. Sorry, but they brought it up at the last zone meeting so I had no way to let you know about it.


No comments:

Post a Comment