Wow - what an eventful couple of days, yet at the same time so dreary. Dad mentioned that it is raining a lot - here in Florida we get rain storms in the afternoon and its funny 'cause you can see the steam coming off the cement and sidewalks. The rain is warm and comes down straight - I'm use to rain going sideways. My little $3 umbrella is perfect, it fits in small spaces, covers me, and so far hasn't broken.
Let's see, I wrote Tuesday and right after writing to you we went out and I met Scott and Cass. Scott is a Deaf Student at FSU and Cass is his interpreter. I got to talk with them for awhile, I'm pretty rusty, but it was fun. Later Scott left and I talked with Cass for almost an hour. I told her about what I was doing here, asked her about the Deaf Community in Florida, apparently most of the deaf people congregate in Tampa and Miami, both are out of my mission boundaries - sigh. Cass gave me excellent advice on the state tests and getting into Sorenson.
Wednesday we had a 1/2 Mission Conference. One of the four men that compiled "Preach My Gospel" under the direction of the Twelve Apostles and the First Presidency came and gave us good advice and told us some great stories about how certain things came together in the process of making and writing PMG. I also got to see Sister Hartman again - that was fun - she is really tan now. She is serving in Panama Beach and apparently doesn't use sun screen. I also saw Elder Hall, but didn't get to talk to him for very long. The other Elders from my MTC district are in the other 1/2 of the mission, so I didn't get to see them.
Thursday we went to TCC with Elders Call and Durfey and I got to finally teach my 1st First Lesson. It was a lot of fun 'cause the Elders were there too and the spirit was really strong. We have another appointment with her on Tuesday - keep your fingers crossed. For TNT (Thursday Night Thing) we went to play Putt-Putt (that's what we here in the South call miniature golf). I made 3 holes in one, I am oh so proud of me. I still lost by a lot however, because when I didn't get a hole in one it took me around 4-5 strokes to get the ball in the hole. While we were playing we had three investigators with us. We compared the gospel to putt-putt, it was a pretty impressive analogy if you ask me.
The post office is really close to our apartment so I can go pick up the package - no problem.
Tell Grandma 'Loney and Lisa thanks for their letters - it was wonderful to hear from them and tell Lisa that is exactly what it's like, I feel for her. If you want a good description of mission work in the South, talk to Lisa. She knows what it's all about.
The Church is true, the book is blue, write Kelli letters and have a nice day. All my love - Kell
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