Things Keep Falling Apart

I've worked four evening this week, and gotten little homework done. Crazy situations. Like spending an hour on the phone today trying to get ahold of maintenance (the beeper wasn't . . . well, beeping) while the Wilmore Fire Department kept calling me (they needed to get into Palmer, where a fire had started). Then I had to clean rooms. Then I just had situation after situation . . . fridges for diabetics, a reservation that I had to divide into 5 different payments, a clogged sink, burned out lightbulbs, and an elevator that fell apart. Yes, our elevator fell apart. Brian fixed it in a jiffy . . . I've had rooms that weren't checked in so I couldn't check them out so I couldn't check in the reservation after those rooms . . . I've talked to Betty at least a half dozen times this weekend, and Dan three or four.

All I wanted to get done was a devotional internalized, some Tarzan read, and wedding pictures chosen.

Rick, my handsome, wonderful, beautiful, caring, sweet, husband, that sweet husband of mine, brought me dinner. He went to Nicholasville and bought it for me (I requested a mandarin orange chicken salad from Wendy's). He walked in looking like someone died. So I asked "who died?" He replied, "Marley." He just finished reading Marley & Me. He said he cried his eyes out.

We ran into Jen Underwood at church today, and Rick said something else that surprised me. He opened up to her and said how difficult my candidacy transition has been so far, and that he's really upset with his conference. He took my side. I'm always surprised when this happens. But when he takes my side, I feel like I have this knight championing for me. I asked him at lunch if he really meant what he said (or if it was just of those venting moments because of the UMC's lack of organization), and he said, "Yea, I hate it when people don't treat you right."

Awwww!

I had a stroke of brilliance at church. The sermon was about supporting the new Andover Campus (a branch of 1st UMC over in Hamburg), and a sort of testimony about how they have seen God working in it already. I asked Todd after church if there will be SMIN opportunities, and he said absolutely. So I mentioned that I'm definitely interested and will contact him when Rick and I get back from DE. The only hitch would be the cross-cultural requirement. But I'm willing to . . . lie. As long as Claire doesn't find out, I don't think anyone else will even notice.