IT'S ABOUT ME! SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED TO ME! RECENTLY!
I GOT TRANSFERRED!!!!! I'M LEAVING MY FIRST AREA! Proportionately speaking, it's kinda like I just finished being a toddler and started kindergarten! Now's when I get to learn how to yo-yo, jump rope and all that other big kid stuff like baptize.Only, the only thing I know is that I'm leaving Lagarto , I have no idea with whom or where I'm going, except that I'll still be in the same state, Sergipe, so I'll for sure be trading houses. Sure hope you didn't send any letters to the house recently....................everybody loves a letter from home, but you know...some letters disappear when the missionary's not around to get it. It's kinda a sad thing that happens. Kinda like with orphans, when they don't get adopted in time, they just kinda disappear, get lost, stolen by jealous missionaries, or they die. But mostly they just die, and nobody knows about it.
So I'm sending a few more photos your way from this week, hope you love them.
As you can see from the photos that exhibit their images, I touched a donkey. It's not like it's really that special of a thing to take a picture of, but I really felt like it was for him, more than it was for me. I think he's really lonely, doesn't really have any sort of father figure in his life. Elder Silveira and I pet him for a bit, then walked off and left him alone. Though we didn't get very far until we noticed he was following us, trying to cover his approach by making it look like he was just eating the grass and weeds behind us. But I wasn't fooled. As we all know, donkeys have great senses of humor (thanks to Brian Regan), and I could tell that he was trying to joke around with me, trying to play. I think it's another one of those orphan things... where they're just desperate to impress people, knowing that if they don't succeed in impressing people in time, they'll never get adopted, and like an unclaimed missionary letter, they'll just get taken advantage of, probably kindapped. Maybe even join the military, or join a gang, or a jedi academy. Somewhere where they think people will take care of them, anyways.
Also, I made a...cookie. Only it didn't exactly turn out as a sleek sheet of cookies. It was kinda meant to be a cookie sheet, like brownies, but it kinda ended up burning on the bottom, and then it was suddenly almost totally inseparable. So, I got a big cookie. I blame the wind for this one. We actually have a lot of wind in our apartment, it knocks stuff over all the time. Bottles, dishes, clothes hung up to dry. Usually the wind isn't a factor in baking, but in our apartment, it becomes one. So I blame the wind. I think it might have knocked over the... temperature knob on the oven...or something.
Elder Silveira and Marques have both now informed me that I sleep talk. Elder Marques told me a while back I said some stuff, called for my mommy, things like that, he didn't really understand much because it was English. A couple days ago, Elder Silveira told me that I sleep talk also...well actually, he told me that I "sleep-box." Sleep-boxing is a term generally applied to people that can't manage to form words while verbalizing dreams during sleep, that instead start to make beatboxing noises. So....I beatboxed in my sleep. Spat out a sick track. I think they say that if you speak a different language in your sleep that you're fluent. So it's safe to assume if I EVER need to communicate with a drum, a speaker, or maybe even a drummer, or like, a DJ, that I can handle my own.
Well, the work is going super well, I'm INTENSELY excited to hear Elder Bednar speak next week. Bringing a painted poster that says, "Dude, you're like my favorite apostle! Bednar's #1 or bust!"
Also, my next email will be on this Saturday, because Elder Bednar is coming to speak on the following p-day, so email got moved. Until then!
I. LOVE. YOU. SO MUCH.
Loved your email, so good to hear the family's busy and having fun.
BYE!
Elder Daniel Reneer
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