Our Sneakiness Nears Its End

Fr. P leased a house a few days before he left to rejoin his family (wife, five children) in Greece. He was explaining as we picked him up for the airport that he hadn't had enough time to set things up, but he wanted the house to be ready for his wife. So I finagled a key from him.

Since he's been gone, we've had quite a few weekends of attacking his house. Copious spiders, a dearth of instructions on an Ikea bunk bed, and incredibly gunky cabinet-tops have not stopped us. (Us including Peterbird and at least six other individuals on various occasions.)

He's returning this week, so hopefully there will be time to acquire lightbulbs, shower curtain devices, and enough food to put in the fridge for at least one meal for everyone. This has been a lot of fun, and reminds me of an article in Boundless: "Those neighbors were constantly looking for opportunities to serve this young woman — and their efforts paid off. When they shared the gospel, she listened." Having this opportunity to actively work at doing good for someone else was nourishing somehow.

Speaking of nourishing, everyone keeps telling me how thin I am now (that I've lost almost 20 pounds). I don't think I'm accepting their compliments very generously, instead taking this as an opportunity to complain about how hungry and tired I am all the time.

I am hesitant to say that work is getting easier, because I have three jobs to report on (online) on the tenth, and I'm supposed to have five, but if the governmental people don't set up those other two jobs, there's really nothing I can do about that... But I'm slowly chipping away at collecting the pieces of paper I need, and assembling the numbers into nice little cells and formulae. And then I come home and try to play as much Sims 2 before and after gym. I'm not ignoring my husband if he's busy doing Greek homework, right? And I found out how to download the priest clothing and career track Zohreh mentioned (modthesims2.com).

In other news, I am wretchedly icky after a full two-hour workout (even I am impressed), and will now go to rectify that. Then for the sleep, o the lovely sleep. I think God did a really good job with that whole concept. I will carry this digressive conversation with myself away from the keyboard now.

Telephony

I hate the telephone. I don't like talking on the telephone, because it seems like I never know what to say. So I'm horrible about calling people back, especially for personal things, like keeping in touch with my sister. (Work is another matter; I have purposes to call for.)

My sister, however, likes to talk on the phone. And she has decided that when I'm at work, I'm fair game if I'm not too busy. And she puts little nephew B and little niece M on the phone. They fight over who gets to talk to Aunty Maig. M is in her shrieking phase, especially if B might possibly want to take the phone away from her. B, on the other hand, wants the blue chair that M was sitting on. Fortunately there are two phones.

Earlier this week I got to talk to B. He made me an "M" on wheels. I am so blessed. I think I might like talking on the phone now.