Dad: You should really consider washing that sink full of dishes. It would be a real act of agape love.
me: Oh really…
Dad: C’mon, you’re Orthodox. You’re supposed to be achieving theosis, that’s the dealio.
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me: You know, it would be a real act of agape love if you at least cleaned up your mess on the counter.
Dad: Hey, you can’t use your agape to get my agape!
In hindsight, I should have taken the whole weekend off from work. At the time I felt bad about not working a single night shift in July, but I’m not sure why I thought working one Friday night would make that much of a difference. So…here I am.
And in order to ease my exhaustion-tinged boredom, I rented The Devil’s Backbone and Reno 911! The Complete First Season. I like to balance out my film and tv genres.
Last night Hannah had a dream that Stephen had died. She said it felt so real that when she woke up this morning and saw him, she thought it must be yesterday morning because he was still here. Once she realized what was going on, she hugged him and started to cry. And on a slightly different note, later in the day she was painting her room and getting a tad, er, loopy from the fumes. It’s just not easy being a young teenager, what with hormones and dying brain cells and all. She just loves her new room color; it’s called Wisteria and she says it makes her feel peaceful.
I called the allergist’s office today to see if my lab results were in. Well, the Rochester office was closed. I called the Portsmouth office and left a message for the nurses, who were out to lunch. One of the nurses called back an hour later, only to tell me that my results were at the Rochester office. Which was closed. So I won’t know the results until they call my cell Monday morning sometime after we’re on the road. In the meantime, I have two Twinject epi-pens (four doses – woot!) and a demonstrator to practice with. Because it’s always good to know how to use your lifesaving device.
I’m still trying to decide what’s more worrisome: actually having a nut allergy, or not being allergic but still not having a clue as to what made my lips swell to twice their size (and took over a week to fully recover from).
Two days and counting…
In preparation for my upcoming field school, tonight I provided oversight while my sixteen year old brother went through the routine: he cleaned both mouse cages, changed the rabbits’ bedding (even put the dirty stuff into the wash), cleaned the rabbits’ and cats’ litterboxes – all six of them, refilled hay bins and water bottles, vacuumed the floor, and fed the cats their dinner.
It’s a lot of work running a domestic zoo. But I feel confident that, with checklist in hand, he’ll manage just fine.
Rex: Just don’t forget my meals, and we’ll be okay.
Scully: Hey, all I need is sunshine and a soft spot…and food…and the occasional belly rub.
Well, our departure was bumped back to Monday, which gives me exactly three-and-a-half days to get my act together.
Hah.
I still need to buy myself some jeans and, according to our professor, a wide-brimmed hat. Can’t imagine why I don’t own one of those babies already.
I need to make and freeze three weeks worth of cat food, and I need to make sure that we’re stocked on litter because God help my family if we run out of it while I’m gone.
I’ve got to dig my sleeping bag out of storage; I haven’t used it since Africa, which really tells you how often it is that I do anything remotely resembling camping. I wonder if it still reeks of bug spray…
And my computer? Still not fixed.
