Elder Caleb Clark is our oldest son serving a two year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. His mission call was to the Anaheim, California mission and currently is in Santa Anna. He has been out a little over 4 months now. He is still serving in his very first area, but will soon be transferred to a new area. Every Monday he writes home and I usually copy his letters here for all to see, unless there is private stuff. I change names for privacy as well.
Dear Family,
I certainly don't miss the snow. It bites, and I am so thankful to be riding my bike around such beautiful weather. Driving here is so much fun, since speed limits are so high and most of the vehicles are nice. I hate the corollas though, because 1 in 5 makes that grinding noise when you hit the brakes, like ours (at home) does. I would be worried about (your child you mentioned) on the snow too, since I know for a fact that the brakes on my lumina are scary. In the ditch once is all it takes to scare you for a while.
So I did get a package today, and I love it. It is freaking awesome, and I love the green. There are tons of really useful things in there, and I can tell you spent lots of time working on getting it all together. I am thankful to have an NDAC shirt, especially one with our company name on it. That was super cool to see.
Last week went alright. I am excited for this transfer to be over so I feel like time is actually passing.
Dinner last night was one of the funnest dinners I have ever had. The whole table was in tears half the time, and I was actually impressed with the quick wit I had last night. Clearly, it died when I went to sleep, but it was awesome while it lasted.
My lungs are quite nice. I'd say they are about 420 grams. Probably 8/10, but I don't know what a person really looks for in lungs. I mean, they are quite pink, and inflatable, which is probably what you want...
Yay taxes! Oh man, that's got to be fun! I wonder how much the man will give back to me this time? Probably not much; I hear capitol hill went to the crapper this past December.
Ok, so the brunt of my letter:
So we had some wicked winds a last week. I wouldn't bike over bridges because the winds were blowing so hard. I hopped off and walked over them with my bike. Scary stuff. At my six month mark I am going to take my bike in to get a tune-up. I am hearing some strange sounds from the crank, and I think the pressure on the bottom bracket needs adjusted, but I don't know how to do that, and would not be comfortable doing it for the first time on my own bike.
We had a family make us breakfast for dinner last week, and I wanted to cry the waffles were so good. I got really trunky remembering how Mom makes them, and the sensation of waking up to the smell of waffles. I really want a waffle iron.
I'm dying without music. I hope to get a pair of cheap but semi good speakers from Wal-mart so I can actually listen to music. I am literally dying.
We had president interviews two weeks ago, which went well.
We had dinner at a members house 2 weeks ago in which the first thing the member said was "Hey, make yourselves at home, we have TV, Porn, really anything you want."
Kinda set the tone for the evening. At one point his wife said "I sometimes wonder if I should cry from the stuff he says" but she was joking. Immediately, Sister (Andrews) says "I would" and I lose it. I spit cream soda all over the table and collapse laughing. I ruined a tie, but it was totally worth it. I have never laughed so hard in my life.
I got a hair cut and it looks gnar.
I have no groceries this week, mostly because I am concerned I have to move this next week and I didn't want to bring stuff with me.
Could you send me the game of uno, and an orabrush?
I have to go get laundry detergent.
Love you so much!
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