Huzzah for Directed Immaturity

The short story: It hit -47 C Monday, my companion and I had to go hide in a random store because we had be outside for 6 hours and had started to go numb all over, one of our branch missionaries lost feeling in her hand after 10 seconds outside of her glove, and I loaned her my extra pair of fatty ski gloves, and 2 elders got frostbite because too many elders have this tough guy approach.

I don’t.

I’ve started wearing 3 shirts, 3 jackets, 2 gloves, 2 hats, 2 socks, and a scarf and a neck gator. But I also feel toasty warm at -35 C in the day.

Me and Cook ran mutual for 3 branches Wednesday. Apparently the news of how goofy we are has made us famous. We played crab soccer, but for the most part elders just stand around, but we got down on the floor and we’re probably more hyperactive than the 16-19 year olds we were playing with (hey, we just turned 20). The Zls heard people from other branches wanting more stuff like that, too. Huzzah for directed immaturity.

Going on a massive outing tomorrow with the branch, so that will be exiting.


One Response to “Huzzah for Directed Immaturity”

  1. lorraine Says:

    Glad to hear you’re careful to keep warm up there. I thought i had it bad here in bloomington. It’s also good to hear that you’ve managed to maintain your silly factor.

    *clap* ALCHEMY!!

    ah, those were the days… XD

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