I am busy at work trying to put together “how to” documents for my successors to use to do my job in my absence. It’s quite a daunting task and I need a break, so I’m going to take a quick break and update the blog. Aren’t you all so very excited?
I can’t believe that two weeks from this very moment now I will be boarding a plane to Iceland for my connection to Copenhagen. So weird. I’m a little afraid of my connection in Iceland especially since I have absolutely no hope of pronouncing the name of the city I’m flying into. There are way too many consonants for me to even give it a shot phonetically. I should probably make some hostel reservations and figure out where I’m going to stay once I get into Denmark. Hmm, I should really take care of that.
I’ve been a bit of a bum these last few weeks and I foresee that status continuing as these next two weeks approach. I am pretty easily manipulated by my own self justifications, especially when it comes to things I want in the moment. For example, if showering is going to be optional in the morning, I should do it the night before or be prepared to apply baby powder to my hair or rock a greasy pony tail. Being happy about getting up in the morning is not a skill I have ever acquired – the snooze button is a trusted friend.
In the last few weeks I have consumed a half a batch of cookie dough, more than the necessary amount of cheese-its, more Diet Pepsi than I have probably had in the last three months prior, and a number of other guilt laden foods that I had learned to avoid over the last year and a half. I have justified all of these consumed foods by embracing the idea that I will be on my feet for the next four months almost non-stop – so it’s ok if I splurge a bit now. Right? The worst habit has developed from eating lunch in Gwinn (the cafeteria at SPU) every day. The desserts there are delicious and after I leave SPU I will probably never return to said cafeteria, so I should enjoy all the wonderful tasty treats now. Yes. I like that plan.
It’s also been a great week for Shera to be in town – especially with Eddie gone. Not
Phone Call …
I received a phone call yesterday afternoon from Eddie. I was so excited to hear his voice on the other end of the phone but was worried that something was wrong – I wasn’t supposed to hear from him until next Monday evening! I asked how he was doing and his response concerned me, “not very well.” I immediately demanded to know what was wrong and if he was hurt. No, nothing like that, he and Tessa were just rained off the trail and were hitchhiking down the mountain. They had made it halfway through the trail but because of the downpour couldn’t go on (soggy socks, shoes, pants, and more). They were either going to hitchhike to his car (a good 2 hour drive from where they’d come out of the park) or …
Without hesitation I told him I’d come get them. I left Seattle around 5:20 and we got back a little after 11. I’d say it was a pretty quick trip considering I had to get to Elbe (a little town about 20 miles from one of the Mt. Rainier park entrances), find them, drive to the other side, and then come home. When I pulled into the gas station in Elbe where I was supposed to meet them I was so excited. I didn’t want their hike to be canceled but I was happy that I would get to spend a little more time with Eddie before I left for Europe. I got a big hug and it made me smile.
The only down side to his early return is that I won’t get to spend a lot of the time with him since I already have plans! Tonight I’m having dinner with some friends in West Seattle and just hanging out. Friday I am headed to my parent’s house with four of my close friends for a “girl’s weekend.” So, it’ll be Sunday night before I can really spend much time with him. I think that’s a good thing though. We will have some more time apart to “practice” for Europe, but we’ll still be able to see each other more than we thought we were going to be able to.
I’m still really excited to spend time with Shera today and tomorrow. It’s so great having her here!
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