I've just had the craziest weekend of my life. Friday I attended Anna's choir (she did ASL) concert and then went over to my grandparent's to meet with my soon-to-be-roommate Olivia and our mutual friend Amanda. My grandparents were in Las Vegas for a conference and said they didn't mind us using their house to meet since it's a middle point for all of us. They were lost trying to find it so I stood at the end of the driveway and gave them directions. Once they finally arrived, we couldn't find the key. We called Grandpa, and got only a slow, deliberate whisper: "Can't talk, sorry." We texted them and finally Grandpa called back and told us where to look. We finally got inside at almost 10PM.
We talked until 1AM and then Olivia left. Amanda and I decided to spend the night since it was so late and there were two guest beds upstairs we could sleep on. Later I decided to give her a tour, which of course includes the basement in my book, and so I marched down there and marched glibly into 4 inches of water! It covered the entire basement! We called my grandparents and they called the neighbors to come over. In the meantime, we took a few things to the car (it was 11AM by now) and let the door close behind us. And it locked - for no reason! So when the neighbor arrived to deal with the sopping basement, he couldn't even get in the house! Amanda and I got a ladder from the shed and I climbed on the roof, but the windows up there were locked too. We'd already checked the rest of the windows the night before. The neighbor fortunately knew how to drill out locks, so he did. But once the doorhandle was gone, he still couldn't get the door open! There was no way I could have locked the deadbolt from the outside. Ten minutes of banging and fiddling later, the door finally burst open.
Amanda and I spent over an hour with our feet in ice cold water, carrying up soaking boxes and sweeping it over the threshold into the sump pump. At 2PM, Amanda had to leave. I spent a little more time on it, then changed into my jeans (thank goodness I'd brought sweatpants!) to attend Jenni West's recital in Monticello at 3PM. As I got into my car, a girl I sort of mentor called and said she was in the suicide ward in Minneapolis. We talk, and she says she just really wants a hug, and I promise to come Sunday. I'm talking as I drive to Subway, and I hang up as I go inside, very sad.
Amanda and I had only eaten some toast and jam we'd found in the freezer since the night before, so I'm desperate for a sandwich and I inhale it on the way to Monticello. The recital makes me cry, and I love seeing my guest dancers and Jenni again. At 4:30 I return to my grandparents' and change the laundry and do about 30 minutes more of carrying. I cover the counters and sink with soaking papers. Then I drive home, debating whether to still go to the Shane and Shane concert at 7PM. I'm exhausted when I reach home, but I just want to go so badly, so I jump back in the car (still wearing the shirt I slept in, I'm afraid) and drive to Princeton. After the concert, throughout which I can't sing along because my throat's been growing increasingly painful all day, the children's pastor and his wife, whom I met on Easter, invited a group of people over for a game night. This is too awesome to pass up. They make me play Donkey Kong for the first time and I have a good talk with Candace about moving out. I leave at 11:45 with a seriously sore throat.
The next morning I wake up in pain. I think I have strep, but I get a reprieve at 11AM and eat 3 cups of Mrs. Grass soup and lay outside on the swing. I call Cori about 2:30 and tell her I can't come today, which she is disappointed about, making it a hard phone call. My throat grows worse again, and I decide to go in at 4PM. When I arrive, the Coborns Clinic has just closed, so I have to go over to Emergency. I spend over 2 hours resting in the hospital, which is heavenly, and watching Sherlock. I am discharged at 6:40 with an antibiotic. I go to Walmart and buy pancake mix because I'm craving that for some reason and leave my credit card in the car. *sigh* So I have to walk all the way back out to get it. I get home, watch Sherlock for 2 more hours, and fall asleep before I've taken my contacts out.
In 24 hours I got locked out of a house, re-locked myself out of the same house, slept over unexpectedly and without extra clothes or contact solution at my grandparents' with Amanda, stepped into 4 inches of cold water in a dark basement, climbed onto the roof, swept ice water over the threshold of a basement door with a broom, stood in a bathtub in a few inches of lukewarm water with Amanda and gasped at how it made our feet sting, spoke to my sweet friend in a suicide ward, went to a recital and a concert, played Donkey Kong for the first time, met some new, fun people, and contracted strep throat.
I will be staying in my room today.
We talked until 1AM and then Olivia left. Amanda and I decided to spend the night since it was so late and there were two guest beds upstairs we could sleep on. Later I decided to give her a tour, which of course includes the basement in my book, and so I marched down there and marched glibly into 4 inches of water! It covered the entire basement! We called my grandparents and they called the neighbors to come over. In the meantime, we took a few things to the car (it was 11AM by now) and let the door close behind us. And it locked - for no reason! So when the neighbor arrived to deal with the sopping basement, he couldn't even get in the house! Amanda and I got a ladder from the shed and I climbed on the roof, but the windows up there were locked too. We'd already checked the rest of the windows the night before. The neighbor fortunately knew how to drill out locks, so he did. But once the doorhandle was gone, he still couldn't get the door open! There was no way I could have locked the deadbolt from the outside. Ten minutes of banging and fiddling later, the door finally burst open.
Amanda and I spent over an hour with our feet in ice cold water, carrying up soaking boxes and sweeping it over the threshold into the sump pump. At 2PM, Amanda had to leave. I spent a little more time on it, then changed into my jeans (thank goodness I'd brought sweatpants!) to attend Jenni West's recital in Monticello at 3PM. As I got into my car, a girl I sort of mentor called and said she was in the suicide ward in Minneapolis. We talk, and she says she just really wants a hug, and I promise to come Sunday. I'm talking as I drive to Subway, and I hang up as I go inside, very sad.
Amanda and I had only eaten some toast and jam we'd found in the freezer since the night before, so I'm desperate for a sandwich and I inhale it on the way to Monticello. The recital makes me cry, and I love seeing my guest dancers and Jenni again. At 4:30 I return to my grandparents' and change the laundry and do about 30 minutes more of carrying. I cover the counters and sink with soaking papers. Then I drive home, debating whether to still go to the Shane and Shane concert at 7PM. I'm exhausted when I reach home, but I just want to go so badly, so I jump back in the car (still wearing the shirt I slept in, I'm afraid) and drive to Princeton. After the concert, throughout which I can't sing along because my throat's been growing increasingly painful all day, the children's pastor and his wife, whom I met on Easter, invited a group of people over for a game night. This is too awesome to pass up. They make me play Donkey Kong for the first time and I have a good talk with Candace about moving out. I leave at 11:45 with a seriously sore throat.
The next morning I wake up in pain. I think I have strep, but I get a reprieve at 11AM and eat 3 cups of Mrs. Grass soup and lay outside on the swing. I call Cori about 2:30 and tell her I can't come today, which she is disappointed about, making it a hard phone call. My throat grows worse again, and I decide to go in at 4PM. When I arrive, the Coborns Clinic has just closed, so I have to go over to Emergency. I spend over 2 hours resting in the hospital, which is heavenly, and watching Sherlock. I am discharged at 6:40 with an antibiotic. I go to Walmart and buy pancake mix because I'm craving that for some reason and leave my credit card in the car. *sigh* So I have to walk all the way back out to get it. I get home, watch Sherlock for 2 more hours, and fall asleep before I've taken my contacts out.
In 24 hours I got locked out of a house, re-locked myself out of the same house, slept over unexpectedly and without extra clothes or contact solution at my grandparents' with Amanda, stepped into 4 inches of cold water in a dark basement, climbed onto the roof, swept ice water over the threshold of a basement door with a broom, stood in a bathtub in a few inches of lukewarm water with Amanda and gasped at how it made our feet sting, spoke to my sweet friend in a suicide ward, went to a recital and a concert, played Donkey Kong for the first time, met some new, fun people, and contracted strep throat.
I will be staying in my room today.