anxiety attack this morning but I know it’s nothing more than being unsettled. The contractors have the trailer completely torn apart, it’s impossible to be “at home”. Looking good and can’t wait to get back to parties and such but this does suck.
2 called just now from Italy crying. Doesn’t like her host family at all. Hopefully, that will straighten itself out soon. Did say she liked being in Italy and was enjoying her classes, which is a good thing. It’s just hard for her to deal with change at first.
SU and I watched the strangest movie last night. So strange it was funny, in an adult, sophisticated type of humor. Titled “Stranger Than Fiction“, it’s about a novelist writing a story and it somehow connects to a real life person named Harold. Very interesting. Not a “laugher” but funny just the same. And ends on a positive not, always a plus.
We were supposed to have our weekly recap meeting this morning but CH phoned about 7 and said he had been called into work. We’re going to try to get together tomorrow. We’re actually going to be together this evening at CH’s home. He and his wife are going to re-commit their wedding vows in front of their children and a few people. Interesting. I’m just glad that they are back together and will continue to pray for them.
The pool. Oh, the pool. It has kicked me around all summer and I finally find out that the filter elements are busted and had to be replaced. It’s cleaning the water like crazy now.
No lesson to prepare for tomorrow, we’re going to combine classes in celebration of our 2nd anniversary at the new site. No idea what we’re going to be doing, Pop just likes to do this and I don’t really care, so I go along.
Speaking of Pop, he called me earlier in the week with a strange question. Wanted to know if I could take off the next morning to go to court. Seems a lady showed up in his office with her kids, told him that her husband had been arrested the day before and needed someone to go with her to court the next day. Yeah, I could probably do that.
But then, he tells me that I would be telling the judge that the guy wasn’t a flight risk and that he should be released from jail. Think about that. I don’t know the woman, don’t know the guy in jail, have no idea why he’s in jail nor do I know if he’s a flight risk. So I ask Pop how I could possibly go to court and say this? He tells me, well, I know it’s hard to get off work. I’ll call someone else. And hung up.
Left me scratching my head, it did.