Tuesday was just one of "those days" where every house we knocked on either no on answered, or they rejected us. It was also really hot - it was the hottest it's been ever since June. (why was June the hottest month this year? I hath no idea.)
On Monday, we went to the University of Houston to go bowling. There was a group of about ten or so of us from this mission, and some other missionaries from the Houston mission there. The University of Houston is just outside of the mission boundaries, but President Larkin has given standing permission that we can go there on P-day, as long as we come right back into the mission boundaries. The reason we went to the UoH? It's cheaper there than at a normal bowling alley.
Tuesday was P-day. We got seventeen missionaries in the area together and played wiffleball and kickball. Some of us were going to go roller skating afterwards, but we found out the skating park opened at 5pm. So we went to the church and hung out there. While other missionaries were calling their family, I practiced the organ and took a nap on one of the chapel pews.
I just noticed that my last couple of emails were titled "Week ##", rather than "Email ##". My OCD alarm is going crazy.
Yes, today is my one year mark. I was set apart on August 29, 2021.
This week Matthew went on exchanges w/ Elder Bentley from Salmon Creek.
Men, Elder. You're supposed to be fishers of men....
My companion...is obsessed with fishing. Whenever we pass a pond, creek, or even a drainage ditch with water...
I got a suprise videochat from Elder Slavens and Elder Shaw. Elder Slavens is currently at BYU, and he said that y'all should have visited him there while on vacation in Idaho....taking a detour to Logan is one thing, while taking a detour to Provo is another thing.
Matthew didn't get his usual Sunday email from the family, since we were vacationing hard (and thus the late date on this). From his synopsis of the week: