Verified dullest letter in the history of mankind

Hi handsome,

It sure was fun talking to yo tonight INDIA! Wow, Jake.

It’s a little weird writing you after speaking with you, but I do enjoy it. I find it soothes me, so you’ll just have to suffer through another dad letter.

As I told you, aunt Patti is going into surgery tomorrow. She considers getting a spot for the surgery this quickly a miracle. And I think she’s right. Here original appointment for evaluation wasn’t till June, then who knows how long she’d have to wait for surgery. This is her second miracle. 

The first may not seem like it, but she had a leaky roof that was really stressing her out. I’m that way with plumbing, it’s borderline irrational. That and the process of her divorce were taking a toll on her. She called several roofing companies and they didn’t even want to consider anything but a full roof replacement for $20-30 thousand. Sometimes I hate how our system works. Anyway, she finally called an honest person who determined that the whole problem was a leaky cap over her chimney. Modern houses don’t have actual chimneys like Santa supposedly crawls down. A house with a chimney like structure built within the last 30 years will just have metal flues from the furnace or gas fireplaces running up them. To seal the top around the flues is a custom made piece of sheet metal formed and sealed to keep the rain out. Occasionally those are damaged by storms or wind, or they just age and the sealing material deteriorates. So her problem was fixed for hundreds rather than thousands of dollars. 

She hopes that her surgery will eliminate the pain in a few days, I sure hope so, she’s been off her feet for a month.. I may be there at the hospital when you text tomorrow, but don’t let that stop you.

I think that’s how my prayers will be answered too. One day, hopefully sooner than later, I’ll make the right contact and things will move fast. I’m really looking forward to that day.

Speaking of other mundane items of maintenance. This week I started hearing grinding from the back of my Jeep when I’d step on the brakes. I ordered pads off amazon, they had the best price, and changed them yesterday. Unfortunately, the pads were so worn that they began to score the rotor, so I had to replace those too. The Jeep needs quiet a bit of maintenance that I want to keep on top of. I intend to keep it, so I want it to last. Barring anything else, I need to replace the oil in the front and rear differentials and the transmission oil. Fun will be had by all.

Today brother Snarr said Bishop wanted to meet with your mom and I this week. I had the initial thought that he was going to be released and would release me from my calling. I felt profoundly sad, I love this calling. Which feels really weird for me to even type out. In the history of my life all I’ve ever wanted out of a calling is a release. While it may in fact come to that, my rational mind kicked in and I figured a release would come from the Stake, so who knows what the appointment is for, I’ll tell you in my Wednesday letter.

I was grateful for your uncle Tim today. The toilet got clogged, then may have been used multiple times after that,  thankfully, he took care of it for me.

Well, this letter has gone from dull to gross. Just know how much I love you, Benjamin. My family, among so many other things, are proof of Gods love for me.

Love,

Pops