For perhaps half of my week, I didn't blog, because I didn't have much to talk about, then the other half of my week. When I finally finished with the week, I realized that I hadn't blogged all week, so I started trying to remember what had happened. As I was attempting to recall how the week felt, this image popped into my head.....of a rollercoaster.
All rollercoasters have some starting point. Monday was that point for me, fairly tame day, the highlight was talking with a local Japanese business owner. (I have a post half-done on that) Tuesday was that little hill/curve/tunnel that is usually right after the start of the ride, just enough to make the build-up to the best part bearable. I went to SOC, and it was great. (That will be included in my other post) Wedensday was the least interesting day, the filler of the ride, that you can never remember. Thursday was the hill, climbing up, feeling at peace, enjoying the leisurely pace. Thursday night was the top of the hill, where you realize that you are about plummet down this giant slope, feeling exhiliration and terror at the same time. Friday morning through Sunday afternoon was the hill. Each day will be covered in some detail, but they all felt like one big blur, which left me tired and sore when I finally arrived at Monday.
Thursday was the most enjoyable day, because the rollercoaster moment late at night. I was lying in bed, thinking about the 3 days ahead of me. The feeling was like that on rollercoaster when you are at the top of the hill, about fly down. You can see the angle of the hill, feel the momentum pulling you over the top, feel the gravity pushing you into your seat, hear the wind whooshing past. There I was, and I could see the weeked rushing to meet me. Magical, terrifying, encouraging, exhilerating.
Friday morning was fairly drowsy, the bus was quiet, the sky was gray, the MBA was slow. One of the highlights was talking with a little Down Syndrome boy, about 7 or 8 years old. (Alex, my big brother has Down Syndrome) The funniest moment was at one of the touch pools.
Grandma and Grandpa, aged 55-65, Mother and Father aged 30-35, children aged 7 (male), 5 (male), 3 (female). The adult males seemed distantly interested, not bored, but not wanting to actively participate. All 3 of the females were plunging their hands in, trying to pick up animals, getting corrected, squeezing animals, getting corrected. The two boys were fairly unnerved by the animals, they kept looking at the animals like that decorator crab was getting ready to go for their cortid any second, or that rock was going to, by its own power, bash them in the temple. Grandma and Mother decided that their meek offspring just needed a little help. I was already providing a little help! I was slowly persuading the kids that everything was harmless. The ladies decided that what was really needed was a good grabbing of the arm and shoving aforementioned arm into the water, regardless of any resistance. The poor boys are looking at me, pleading for help, the men are looking at me with total resignment to their fate in life, and I'm sitting there, barely keeping my mouth shut. I felt so bad for all the males in that family, they troubled me the rest of the day.
The weather was bothersome. Monterey is prone to fogs, drizzles, and other dreary moisture. I love rain, but I was riding my bike, so the ride was similar to riding through a cold shower in jeans, with other people. Not the greatest thing, but not the worst.
Immediately after MBA was a progressive dinner with my youth group, so I just rode the bus all the way up to San Jose, with a stop in Morgan Hill. (Thanks Dad!) The dinner was really fun......and delicious. Quick rundown of the menu. Appitizers-taquitos, lil' sausages, vegetables-Salad-I had Ethiopian green beans, wow! So good. I was waxing poetic in the car trying to describe it.-Dinner-Teriakyi chicken, rice, salad-Dessert-Rice Crispies, fondue with apples, bananas, strawberries, and marshmellows, peanut butter cookies with Kisses on top, and Jell-o (I didn't get any Jell-o).
Saturday morning/afternoon was helping a friend of Mom's from high school move to a new house. Hard work. If I do something for someone else, I do it as hard as possible, there was quite a bit of stuff to move, but not the hardest move.....Not even close.
Saturday evening was the monthly Luke 14 party. There were a few really cool things to see. Andy, one of the guys who is part of the group, had a loooong conversation with "Skipper", one of the guests. Dan, one of the guys who lives at the house where the party takes place, had an equally long conversation with another one of the guests in Spainish. Pretty cool.
Sunday morning was made up of going to church (Sunday school was about the discipline of studying), and making an announcment that the Liberia ICE team needed financial help. Afternoon was a Liberia meeting, small group (about the Holy Spirit), a meeting for Mom, in which I paid no attention. The rest of the day was fairly tame, though I was pretty tired.
Monday was very normal. I was tired and sore from helping Ernie move. Tuesday was pretty much the same.
Today (Wenseday) was a bit more exciting, and broke me out of the tired rut. My online class was great, I had a ball.
Tommorow my whole family will invade my youth pastor'ss house for dinner, and I will get a haircut. (Not in that order)
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