Derry, Part 6 - January 2, 2018

It was either boxing day or the day after that the boots arrived. They are quite warm, and I am thankful to have them for certain; thank you. I've actually been able to wear those more than the Clark's walking shoes, which is too bad because I really want to wear those. 

For New Year's day, we watched some movies: Ant Man and Cars 3. Cars 3 was really good. And now it's back to work for me too. Which I'm not sure I'm ready for. I must admit, I find it very very hard to become motivated. This last week was actually pretty good, and we might have a new investigator named Olivia. 

The thing is I just don't feel like the same person lately; I don't laugh as much, or even talk as much, and I don't have the same hopes or ambitions, and it's just...unwholesome and weird. Not all the time, just...lately. I hope you know though that I'm trying to be better. At least, it feels like I'm trying. And I don't expect that this empty and lonely feeling I have will last. 

One thing that hasn't changed is my love and concern for my family. I'm glad to know Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt Suzanne are feeling better, and I'm very glad they got my card. I haven't been able to make the pumpkin pie yet. Yesterday, I was also reading some stories about ol' Ike Lybbert. Man, what a guy. I'm hoping to get some stories collected about him, Lyle, Grandpa, and you; I've got a little binder to put it in and all. 

That's sounds like quite the night you had there. If there's one thing I don't miss about Canada, it's -38 to -40 and below. 

I spent a few days on exchanges this weekend with a Tongan elder named Elder Fehoko. That was lots of fun, I'd say. His companion was unfortunately in the hospital with pneumonia. No worries though, because he's out and on the road to recovery now. 

Well, that seems to be all. I love you Dad! I hope everyone else is well.