Elder Jones is back for another episode of: "¿How fast can you learn a hymn on the piano?" with tonight's special on the ukulele...
That's right folks, some people have got it in their heads that I can play piano "durisimo." oof. Here's the scoop:
Tuesday night I was just chillin at home, eating my nightly bowl of fruity pebbles, and the phone rings. So naturally, I answer it. Come to find one of the zone leaders of a DIFFERENT zone has heard that I can play piano. He then proceeded to ask me to accompany his zone in zone conference. BA-BAM! That's TWO gigs! So I show up to practice, and this guy throws the music to this song in front of me, and two minutes later, I'm playing with the choir. Ahhh!! It's hard... but really fun tbh.
Flash-forward to Thursday night. That day I'd picked up a ukulele I bought from one of the members in my ward, and I was busy jamming out to hymns on my brand new uku! And, you guessed it, I got a call. This time it was my district leader. He goes, "Soooo we have this baptism program for next week, and we wanna have a special musical number. I heard you bought a ukulele, and play like a boss. Will you play ukulele next week for the program?" (By the way, all of this is happening in spanish, which I can speak now ;)) So I responded, "Sure!!!" Which is, in Spanish, "¡¡¡Claaaro!!!" Or something like that... anyway now I've got three 'gigs.' But I'm pumped.
An update on the remix that I told y'all about last week: I got handed a violinist and a guitarist, and told, "go crazy." I about went crazy, because I hadn't written out any music or anything to follow, so I had to explain how to play this song... in spanish... without any music to help me. Lemme tell ya, now that we all know what is going on, it sounds SICK.
One day this week, we had just left our lunch appointment and we were about to go looking for some people to teach. We just had to make a quick pit-stop to get our iron fixed. While we waited outside for the problem with the iron, some guy pulled up in his wheels. I use the word wheels because that was the only thing that obviously categorized the machine as a car. anyway, this guy pulls up and starts asking us if some address was in our area. We said yes, and he basically told us to hop in. We did. (The mission is kinda weird like that.) So we pulled up to some house and met the lady that lives there. She was super sweet! But for the next four hours, being the only one in the building that knew how to use a drill, I was drilling holes. That was really fun... but I left with a no-longer white shirt.
Things are good in Ecuador! I think I'm finally experiencing the heat that everyone's been warning us about... yes. It's worse. But I'm living!
Love you all!!!
Hope to hear from you :)
Elder Jones
