Nothing like a crappy night of sleep on soar muscles. It is no secret I am a horrible sleeper. I have not slept really well since 2005 but
this past two weeks has been some of the worse.
I have also changed my usual work out routine from a nice long run
outside and some muscle toning after to Insanity because let’s face it – 100 degree
weather is not fun to run in and I get a full body work out in the air conditioning…with
my sister. So company working out really
does make it more fun!
But, soar and tired is how I awoke. That isn’t so bad, not really, at least until
I stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for said work out. Beneath my feet I was rudely shaken awake by
the very cold sensation of water…all over the floor. Now, let me give you a back story.
The property I live on is old. I mean really old. And we are on well water (only drink our
purified water if you ever come to visit).
I am the daughter of a fix-it dad.
I have helped him paint the house, build things, even install
electricity to our back yard once. As
such I have learned to take care of myself mostly for the past ten years. I once had my toilet literally explode on me
and fixed it myself without calling the landlord. So, I immediately went into fix it mode. First, clean up the floor so I can maneuver
without breaking any bones. Second,
locate the problem. I check the
sink. Nope. Everything appears to be running well. I brush my teeth. I check the toilet. All water levels are good and all basic
plumbing is secure and operating without a problem. I check the shower (which hasn’t been run in
24 hours because I haven’t taken my morning shower). There is dirt everywhere. Gross.
Not how I left it. So, I know I
have reached the limit of my knowledge and it is time to call the landlords –
my parents.
Now, if you know anything about my parents you know they are
steadfast hard workers – which is the nice way of saying they are work-aholics. But, I also was raised to utilize every available
tool before calling them. So, at 6:30 in
the morning what do I do? I text Dad and
head off to my work out, after all my sister is waiting for me and she has
kids. Plus, I know I will be back by 8
or 8:30. No response. Either he isn’t up or he is really mad. If
you know me, you know that stresses me out.
I don’t like being the bearer of bad news, but I really don’t like doing
it to my dad.
I go get in a really good work out (praise the Lord for good
work outs, they really clear your mind).
Muscles aching and tired, but a productive work out none the less. I scoot out of my sister’s house down the
road and head home to my lovely apartment.
Dad’s car is not in the drive (yep, we live on the same property). This means one of two things. Dad doesn’t always get texts. So, either he has not gotten them and head to
head out of town on work or he has is at the hardware store figuring something
out. I walk into my apartment and immediately know he got the text. I have dresser drawers moved away from the wall
and all the lights are on. Yep. The wheels are set in motion. They are trying
to dry everything out.
Still in need of a shower but unsure what is safe to use, I
start to work on my computer (after I call Dad to see how I can help…no answer…he
is either really mad or can’t talk…hoping for the later). About an hour in to my work (how cool to work
from home) my mom comes in. Uh-oh, this
could be good or bad. She says she doesn’t
know what the problem is either. I
confirm what I did with her and she said I did it right! Yay!
And she confirms Dad isn’t mad at me! Double YAY!! But, we still have to figure out what the
problem is, so boo. Oh well, I will
shower in one of the adjoining apartments for now and see what happens.
In the mean time, while all this is going on Ryan (remember
him, good guy who asked me on a date?) texts me. He has a big test today, so I shoot a prayer
up for him. I know he is going to ace
it. When he tells me he got an A I was stoked! Go Ryan!
Then he tells me he needs to do better.
Double YAY!! That means he is
driven. How can a girl not like
that? He also found some ways to make me
smile in the midst of the crazy morning, so I think a date could actually work
out. Thank you Donna (name changed) for
your advice yesterday. Nice to know
another single woman. I am so glad we
got reconnected the other day at the party.
Can’t wait for a coffee date or something…you say when and where.
And, well, now that I am officially stir crazy in the
orchards, I have decided I need to do some community service (as well as
continue on this job hunt). This girl
needs to meet some people!! Ideas are officially
welcome. Which brings me to dear, sweet
Angie (name changed). I used to be her
small group leader and she headed off to college. In the past year life hit her pretty hard and
well she is searching for peace, solace, and hope. She called me yesterday to discuss life and
all that entails and I thought about how blessed I am to be chosen for such
discussions. Surely, I have made a grand
impact on the lives of those I have been called to lead. Not many of my peers can say they have done
the same and for that I am both blessed and proud. Thank you Lord for reminding me of my impact
and that my life is not about me but about you and being a light to those who
need it.
This also brought Nick back into light. How do you help keep
a friend on the high ground when it is so easy to do the opposite? I have no idea. So, I did for him what I would do for anyone,
encouraged him. I send inspiring quotes
and scriptures to friends when I think they would benefit from hearing
them. Usually, it goes over really
well. In this case, I am still
unsure. I don’t know where we stand in
our friendship or how to help him. So,
pray for him please. He needs some hope
unlike any other (you know when your past finally catches up to you and you realize
the consequences). He needs that kind of
prayer.
So, here we go.
Leaks. Workouts. Sweet Ryan.
Thank you Donna and Angie for being lights to me. And Dear Nick…praying for you always.
Now for another day of random adventure!
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