Hot Posole

Hey guys, 

Not a ton happened this week. It seems like all the weeks are starting to blur together haha. We had tons of meetings and whatnot and I wore my poor suit all week. 

Monday- We had a normal P-day, then we went to dinner. Right after we got a call from the office asking us to go inspect some elders apartments because they are moving and we wanted to make sure it is clean and whatnot. Turns out they didn't even clean at all. There was 2 inches of standing water in the fridge haha, it was soooo gross. Anyway, we got it all cleaned up. Good stuff. 

Tuesday- We went to district meeting in Arlington. It was cool to see some old mission buddies all grown up and whatnot. After I was on an exchange with a younger missionary. Highlight of the day- we were riding bikes to dinner and we were late, so we were booking it. By the time we got to dinner we were just sweating like nobodies business. We walk into dinner, and they feed us this massive bowl of piping hot posole. Don't get me wrong, I love posole (it's a soup/ stew type thing), but it was hot. Hahaha, we were sweating bullets all dinner. 

Wednesday- We went and did service for this food pantry type deal. They lined up a bunch of tables with food, and people would bring laundry baskets to fill them. Our job was to help carry people's food out to their cars. Luckily for me, I was wearing my suit pants and my long sleeve shirt in the hot sun (because we had zone conference). Haha, it was super hot. But I was thinking about the next time some sweaty bike missionaries run down one of those people how much more receptive they'll be. Service is good stuff. Zone conference was awesome. Texas Fort Worth (and maybe other missions, I dunno. I've only been here) tradition is in your last zone conference you give a departing testimony. Check. Haha, all of the checkpoints are flying past #nottrunky.

Thursday- Another exchange with Arlington. I was here in Haltom, and it was one of those days. We went tracting, and nobody was answering the door. At the end of the street, there was this lady. We knew she spoke english, but we spoke to her anyway. After a long conversation, we ended up writing down her phone number and giving her to the english missonaries. 

Friday- We had MLC. Another long meeting, but it was awesome. 

Saturday- Good day. Knockin doors, talkin to people. All the usual stuff. There was a baptism in our ward of a one legged guy. Not something you see everyday.

Sunday- Pretty normal Sunday. Number 52 here in Hurst. Haha, this is such a good ward. 

For the 4th of July we watched some fireworks with our neighbors from like 9:30 to 10:00. Woot. Haha, party animals.

Everything is going good out here. Texas Forever

Love,

Cole