By the way, if anyone got the song
reference in the subject line, kudos to you. I heard it the other day
in a taxi and it made me extra happy.
So,
transfers happened this last week. All the elders in my district left
me alone in Petrovsky. Luckily they were replaced! My new companion is
Elder Harvey. I was really excited to find out I would be serving with
him. He's one of those likable guys that you like having around but
you're pretty sure that you will never get the chance to serve with.
But I do! We hit it off right away. He's from Glendale, AZ and he's
just a few months away from finishing his mission. He's a great guy.
The other elder's apartment is now filled with Elder
Russo who is training Elder Samuelson. It's weird to think that both
Russo and Samuelson have been out for almost a year less than me. Oh,
by the way, I am District Leader again. It'll be good, we've got a
good district. For some reason, though, a lot of members and people
all thought that I was supposed to have left already, so all of
yesterday I got people coming up to me saying "Elder Porter?! You're
already so old here, why aren't you gone too?" Or something of the
sort. Whatever, I love Petrovsky.
Harvey and I decided to do a lot of calls yesterday,
with some interesting results. Most people just told us that they're
at the sea for the summer and to stop calling them. One called me by
name and said she wants me to come help her son. But she was so vague
and so old that for the life of me I couldn't figure out what she was
talking about. You know that point where you understand each word that a
person says, but you still have no idea where they're coming from?
Welcome to talking to babushki. Oh, and one lady tried really hard to flirt with Elder Harvey -it was hilarious.
Overall it's been a pretty quiet week. We did have
one funny meeting with a member this week. The story of why Mama C-
now probably hates me. She invited us over for a lesson and fed us a
full course meal that we weren't expecting. We had just eaten, so we
were cramming more than we could actually fit. Then she says, "I've got
a special recipe here- chicken in oatmeal!" Now, any of you that know
my eating preferences, specifically with breakfast, will know what is
inevitably coming. I decided to be a good little missionary and eat up
the oatmeal. But I was straining on every bite, as it voluntarily
wanted to spew back out of my mouth. I tried hiding my strain, but Mama C saw it and told me I didn't have to eat if I don't like it. I
told her I'm fine and kept eating. Further grimacing and we had the
same exchange a few more times. No, I'll finish it, I'll finish it..
Finally she snatches up my plate and throws its contents into the trash
can, and stomps out of the room. Now every time she sees me she just
shakes her head in slight disappointment. Lady, I wasn't hungry! Oh
well. The only man who never disappointed anyone was never born, right?
Live and learn.
Well, until next week!
With love,
Elder Brandon Porter





