This week has been pretty good. It was definitely better than last week, number-wise. And by that I mean we taught more lessons. Last p-day was great. We did laundry, went shopping where I bought a box of twinkies, and we had a tie swap with the other Elders in LaPlace who live in the same complex as us. I got a pretty awesome green tie for one of my purple ties. That trade took like 30 seconds because I didn't bring any ties with sentimental value. But my companion, Elder Araujo, took like 30 minutes to come up with a suitable trade for two of his ties. It actually ended up being a three for two deal where my companion got the two and raw end of the deal. But he has 70+ ties. It is utterly ridiculous. I'm pretty sure he could go for two transfers and not wear the same tie twice.
Then on Tuesday we met with our only investigator. His name is Donald. He is an older, handicapped black man. He walks with a limp and his left arm is curled against his body so I don't think he can use it. He told us he had a stroke when he was a teenager. But he loves Jesus. He is always asking for pamphlets with pictures of Jesus on them. So that time we gave him a Book of Mormon and he freaked out. The good kind. He was all like, "I've never heard of this before, but if it talks about Jesus I'll read it." But unfortunately we haven't met with him since. He is gone every time we go by.
Wednesday was terrible. We were going to the library to do media studies, Mormon messages, conference talks, that kind of stuff. But if was raining. And rain in Louisiana is like buckets for each raindrop. And I don't have a rain jacket. So I used the outer layer of my coat. It kept my arms dry for the most part but not my back. When we finally got to the library we went straight to the bathroom. I almost was able to wring my pants out. Then after that we went to do roster clean up. There are a lot of records in this ward for people who don't live here anymore. Well every house we went to, there was no answer. So we went to the neighbors, and they didn't know anything about them. We talked to one of the neighbors through her door. We knocked and she said "Who is it?" We said "missionaries." And she replied, "Oh I'm sorry, but I'm not dressed for visitors, maybe another day." It was funny, but we asked about her neighbor and it was the guy we wanted. And we returned to that house and can come back.
The other days went like the other days, except no rain. And the humidity has gone down. But yesterday (Sunday) we went to a trailer park to talk to a Hispanic family. So we went to a less active family first. I could only understand about less than half of the whole conversation, but they had me give the closing prayer in Portugues. That was cool. And then we went to the family we really wanted to visit. Their names are Ivan and Margarita. Also Spanish. So again, I was no help during the lesson. But they have met with missionaries before and Ivan at least knows the Book of Mormon is true. I think Margarita does too, but they don't go to church for mainly two reasons. It is in English, which they don't speak any English, and their two year old is super noisy. But they went one time and loved it. We are going back on Tuesday. They really want to see us before Ivan goes to El Paso till December for work.
But here is a funny moment. Well, I don't think it is funny but you all might. So we ride bikes everywhere. Well I dread riding them because I'm afraid that my companion is going to kill himself. We ride primarily along highways with large shoulders. So here I am as far as possible to the right side. And then there is my companion riding the white line, with no hands and zig-zagging all over the place. It scares the crap out of me because he is like going to die. Crazy Mexicans! Well, that is all for today. Today for p-day I think the whole district is going to New Orleans. So that should be fun even though I don't know what we are doing. Tell Grandma thanks for the twinkies! Talk to you all later! Ate logo!
Eu amo voces,
Elder Mackay
A cute but very skinny puppy they found one day.
Jason's tie from the tie swap.
Just saying...what is this?!
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