"What was the "Oh no" about?"

Quote of the week explanation

We had zone conference this week, and as such our zone did a musical number. We were in a call with the zone leaders a few days before, and made the mistake of asking what our musical number would be. They said a name. I froze. And the choice words "oh no" tumbled out of my lips. I am not going to tell you what the musical number was, but will leave you to guess. I will tell you this much, though: it is the most overplayed song in the history of this church. I actually used to like it, a long, long time ago; but now I have been forced into a hardened mindset of... Well, not liking it, I guess.

Howdy                        

I would say that we had a fairly eventful week this week. 

As I mentioned above, we attended a zone conference. It was a long one, meaning it went from 9 to 4. Needless to say, lunch is served. It was good, though. We stumbled through our musical number, we listened to a lot of trainings, saw a lot of missionaries... It’s pretty weird now that I actually know a majority of the missionaries when we go to a multi-zone event like that. It seems like not too long ago that we would go to a zone conference and I literally wouldn't know anybody. Or my first time at the transfer lot when it is basically a mission reunion and I knew like two other people. It's pretty weird.

We also did missionary work this week, don't worry. We found a new guy while we were tracting, and he seems pretty solid. We went over yesterday and taught a lesson, and it was really good. It was almost a throwback to my days in Oakland; teaching a lesson in a messy backyard to someone who grew up in Richmond’s "Iron Triangle". (Just a quick note, the most dangerous areas of the mission, on the east bay at least, are West Oakland, East Oakland, and the Iron Triangle). It seems to me that all the people from places like that are much, much more receptive, which is why we didn’t often go tract in Piedmont back in the day.

We also talked to a crazy drunk guy this week. That was fun, it'd been a while since I'd met someone like that. Concord is too chill to have a lot of those people.

Anyway, I won't bore you with droning expositions on the virtues of gravel over mulch, as if there are any. I'll leave you to your busy lives in hopes that you turn a nice dime. 

Bye

-Ben

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