The Weekend (Days 8, 9, and 10)

Day 8

On Friday Rob and I drove to Columbus and went to a temple session before I came home alone and Rob was whisked off to Toledo by his dad.  It was pretty great to pack up for just him - so easy.  Plus, a temple session without arranging babysitters?  Genius.

Interesting bit:  There was this crazy storm that rolled through Columbus right as we were entering the city.  A wall of black along the storm front.  And up ahead we saw what looked like smoke rising from the ground on the other side of the highway.  We weren't sure what it was, but as we drove closer and closer and saw cars keeping their distance, we realized it was like a baby tornado.

I resisted the idea of a baby tornado.  I grew up in St. Louis and I know what tornados should feel like.  The sky is an amazing color green.  There's a funnel cloud that starts at the cloud level and then comes down.  This one wasn't like that at all.  And still, there it was, whipping around debris and commanding respect.

So that was kinda fun!  I wished the kids were with us because, as I thought, "They're never going to believe us."

Day 9

Being all alone is kinda weird.  I don't mind it so much as I'm just not used to it.  Who do I talk to?  Who's going to make me dinner?

I watched videos on youtube and an hour-long Nova special.  I procrastinated homework.  I called Rob to tell him I miss him.

I cooked dinner for myself.  Zucchini and yellow squash fried up in butter, bread, and cheese.  Yes, if I cooked full-time, those are the kinds of meals I'd tend to prepare.  Hence why Rob has taken over most cooking duties.

I also picked a ton of blackberries at a friend's house and I'll be making something yummy from them today.

Day 10

I can definitely get used to this quiet.  There's something so ... serene about it.

Went to church at Church of Christ this morning.  Weird, right?  The church is called The Vineyard, and it's HUGE.  The worship service is very different from what I'm used to, starting with contemporary music with guitars and such, but it's a comfortable place full of nice people.  For 6 weeks I'll be going to watch the sign language interpreters do their thing.  It's amazing to watch them work, they're so good.  I am nowhere near that skill level, but maybe someday.

One of the interpreters, Nancy, she's a doll.  She thanked me for coming and knows that for me, it's a sacrifice to miss my normal church meetings.  Wasn't that nice of her to acknowledge?  Sweet woman.

And now it's 1:00 in the afternoon and I have absolutely nothing that needs done for the rest of the day.  So strange.