Truly unbelievable...

I'm sick of trying to make my days out to be as stunning and maddening as they have a tendency of being. I'm not saying I lie...not at all. I just like to try and create pictures with my words.



About a week ago I had made plans for some delightful Christian girls I met while staying in the dorm to come over for dinner last night. I've been having some issues with getting the medicine I take refilled. My Dad ended up getting it filled in the States but we had a miscommunication and he didn't realize how soon Mary was leaving, so the way he sent it, it won't get there fast enough for her to bring it with her. SO...I made an appointment to see a doctor here - my insurance won't pay for the medicine but it will pay for the doctor's appointment. Plus there's something funky going on with one of my ears. My appointment was at 6:30 PM (still strikes me as weird, but whatever). I moved dinner plans back to 7:30 - that should have been more than enough time. Of course it wasn't - I ended up waiting an hour to NOT see the doctor. The ATM machine ate my card...and the thing is, I can admit if I've screwed up financially. I haven't been a financial genius in my life at any point, but I know I haven't screwed up enough to get my card eaten! So...I thought I was going to have to cancel dinner plans. I tried to call them, only to find that my phone was out of minutes, my wallet was out of cash, and my card was NOT coming out of the ATM machine. The girls picked up some dinner and brought it over, so we got to eat together and have a delightful time. Nonetheless, frustrating.



This morning, took out Daive and WeBe. I realize that I can only take out two at a time if there's any hope of me having a good morning and not hating them all. Had the keys in my hand, dropped them in the stampede of trying to get the two dogs and me OUT the door with Pablo staying behind the door. Why would I need them? Not a big deal...the outside door doesn't lock, and I'm just walking around the block. (I know you know already that this cannot be good.) So whatever...we have a nice walk. We get back upstairs to find.... (you ready?) that the door is now locked. Funny....when I left, just a couple minutes ago, the door was definitely, definitely, not locked. Yet now it is. Pablo, being the neurotic canine genius that he is, grabbed onto the bolt (different from any lock I've seen in the States) like he grabs onto door handles, and evidently turned it. Nice...



So I sat down on the stairs, in a state of disbelief. I thought many thoughts, few of which were healthy, many of which were not positive. Long story short, I made friends with Mary's neighbors (who have two dogs - a great dane and a really cute mixed breed smaller dog) who tried to pick the lock. I involved them initially to see if they had an adjoining balcony or something to Mary's apartment, but they didn't. I contemplated calling a locksmith, but then realized that would require payment of some kind. (ATM card still not in my possession.) He ended up breaking the lock - the door isn't solid (solid wood, I'm guessing) so he sorta dug around it, and dislodged the lock enough so he could force the door open. So now I can lock myself in...but not out. After that, I went back to sleep. There's some days (much like today) when you just gotta know when to say, "Theoretically this day can only get better. Practically speaking though, the only chances of it not getting worse are if I go to bed immediately." So that's what I did.



I have some big news to share...but am going to hold out for another day or two. There's somebody important that I've yet to discuss it with, and that needs to happen before it becomes set in stone or general knowledge. Please pray for me, if you can. I'm in desperate need of wisdom and discernment right now.