Hello.
About the baptism pictures, digital would be best. I just need to email them to President and he puts them on a slide show during a multi-zone conference. The pictures would be from the last 2 transfers I think...and you can just digitally send all the baptism pictures you can find and I will sort through them. Digitally.
I will send the sd card soon. and yes, mother I would like a digital frame. that sounds cool.

Um...this week...I don't remember. I kinda feel weird. Different. Like I'm stuck or something...
If I could explain it, I would. But to fill space and take time, I will try to come up with something to say.  Hmmm...our new investigators haven't been to church yet...and they skipped a lesson, so that's not great. -i'm not complaining.

uh...Being district leader isn't bad. I thought it would be hard and dumb and stressing...ok well everything is stressing but it is not hard. It's easy to sit and talk for an hour every week and to ask missionaries to try their best. It's easy to text numbers to the zone leaders and go to meetings and all that good stuff. It's easy being a missionary considering all that could be uneasy. It's fun to be "on my own" even though I would much rather have some time to myself. Is that weird or...rude to say, that I don't want to share my time with my companion? Before I started my mission, I always always always played the piano or longboarded. Both of those activities almost always by myself. That's what I liked. -now remember, I'm still not complaining...

But I do miss it. I've been listening to some Chopin lately. It's hard to not get the music and sit and practice until I get a part down. It's hard to not feel the piano like I used to. oh heck, I could honestly talk about the piano forever. and ever. well, I might as well since I like to laugh at myself when I re-read these things. talking about the piano is something to laugh about, right? I guess in my perspective it is. And my perspective of the piano is matchless. It's silly. In the journal I kept in the MTC, I wrote pages about the piano. um...sitting at the bench is like a past life that I can only remember. I can't experience or taste that anymore. I'm such a crybaby. oh boo hoo get over it you double-chinned sack of potatoes. oh great, now I'm talking to myself. that's all I need. UGH. ok ok...so um I'll stop talking about the piano. Sorry for that...

I don't know what to say now. I'm on a mission...I talk to people about Jesus. that's what I do. I don't work, I don't go to school, I don't date, I don't sleep much, I don't take time to relax, nope. none of that. There is a lot more to missionary work than teaching, testifying, baptizing, etc. There is a ton of planning, re-scheduling, calling, driving, sitting, smiling, reading, praying, shaking hands, fitting in, being polite, counting, more planning, more calling and so on. I'm not complaining. I would rather do these things than anything else right now. honest! I really don't think about the piano that much. It's more like a fond memory I have. Oh yeah, there's not a lot of time to think about fond memories either. Oh, I said I'd stop talking about the piano...oh well! The piano sure is great isn't it? oh yes! I just love it! are you crazy? no! are you? well, sometimes I think so, but not right now! Oh! ok!

Elder Peck