Sunday night, I didn't sleep that well for some reason. On Monday, we got rid of another swarm of ants.
Monday night, I didn't sleep well again. So on Tuesday morning, I took nap number one.
...Tuesday afternoon, I took nap number two.
Tuesday night, I didn't sleep well again. Wednesday morning, I was on a false "high". I didn't feel tired, but by the time afternoon cycled around, I was feeling nauseous every time I moved because I was so tired. So I took nap number three.Thursday, I figured out why I haven't been sleeping well.
42 is also, Matthew noted, "The answer to life, the universe, and everything."
He commented on an expected hot spell in Kalama this weekend (we may hit 90):
Here, we're just happy when the high temperature is below 100. President Larkin said some of the least comforting words possible to the entire mission: "Remember, it's only June!"
Monday, the four of us in the Duplex, along with the Cleveland Sisters, went on a hike in the Sam Houston National Forest. Yes, it is a respectable forest, with large trees, underbrush, and a couple of friendly dogs that showed up out of nowhere. The Sisters had other stuff to do in the afternoon, so the four of us Elders went to the church building; the other Elders called their family, and I did several things, among which was climbing all over the basketball hoop.
Elder Scott is staying in Vidor, and my new area is Cleveland. My new companion is Elder Runia, and is the first one that is originally from Utah!
Is he moving or staying?
After his temple trip last week, Matthew wrote a poem (sung as an extra verse to the primary song):
I love to see the temple
I went inside today.
I did my Father's work
Tuesday, the tenth of May.
For the temple is always so great
I can't wait to go again.
As I traveled home I felt the love
from God and from these great men.
(The last line refers to those pictured in last week's photo.)
Did you know that cats can and will bite people?
Monday, our district was planning on going down to Gator Country. There, apparently you can hold alligators, see some shows, and other cool stuff. Then we got a call from the missionaries who live near there, and they said that it was raining down there. Apparently when it rains, they don't hold the said shows, and the gators aren't out nearly as much. So, we instead just went to the church and played volleyball like every other P-day. Which honestly I'm fine with.
P-day, the district's outdoor tennis & such was interrupted by a Texas downpour. Hard to get the balls to bounce right on an inch of water, so they went to a church building to finish and dry out.
This week's service was digging a ditch to drain someone's puddle from their clogged septic system away from their house. Yum!