Feeling Bubbly. . .

Slept-in until 9:30 this morning (having worked 3 morning shifts at the coffee shop this week, it was a great relief to enjoy the sound of purring cats rather than the hiss of the espresso machine).

Got some phone calls taken care of - including one that turns out to be an opportunity to lead a worskshop on creative liturgies for teens (thanks Deb!).

Enjoyed coffee and conversation with good friend Dan and am back home with several hours left in the day to just relax, bake bread, and do some laundry.

Having sold the house last week and found a condo to rent over the weekend, I can truly appreciate how much weight those two BIG events held in my head. Glad to be free of the burden. . . . ah the boxes and boxes though!


Lessons in Humility, Patience and Trust

Andrea and I have now spent a total of 4 weekends, 3 weeknights - and in my case, 1 additional weekday - looking for a new place to call home. This experience has been exhausting, trying, frustrating, and, thus far, without success. I didn't know we were that picky. Wait, I'm still not sure we are. Is it too much to ask for a place to live in that has at least 2 bedrooms, at least 1 bathroom, is clean, and doesn't overlook a freeway, an industrial park, or a designated prairie covered with litter?

We've spent a lot of time in prayer - one part pleading with God to show us the place we want to see and one part pleading with God to show us the place that we are meant to see (ooh, did we miss it?!) Two days ago we saw a beautiful condominium for rent in Palos Heights. The price the owner was asking was more than we could afford, but I called anyhow and said, we really are interested, but I'm going to be a priest in Palos Park and the rent is just too steep. Then, the miracle happened and he said, "o.k., would you like to see it on Sunday?" So, we saw it and, as I mentioned, it is gorgeous - more than we have been praying for, but not more than we will happily accept if the owner decides to rent it to us.

So, tonight I wait for his call. He said Tuesday. Did he mean Tuesday morning? No phone call. Maybe he meant Tuesday afternoon? No phone call. Perhaps early evening? It is now 7:30pm and still, no phone call. I think at 8pm it is fair game for me to call to just see where he is with his decision-making.

Our house goes on the market tomorrow and our garage is filled with packed boxes. I would guess that about 1/3 of our "stuff" is in boxes. The house looks great! Maybe whoever buys it will let us rent out the garage and the backyard for a tent. . .


5 Years

I have lost track of time. Since finishing at Seabury, I've been looking for a place to rent, packing boxes, working at the coffee shop, and preparing for my new job. . . it's been crazy! Exciting, but crazy! So, I was particularly surprised, when I came home from work this morning to find multiple birthday/anniversary cards in my mailbox! That's right - 5 years of sobriety, one day at a time. . .

For those of you who think you might have a problem with alcohol, visit this website for more information and for help (OR, if you live in the Chicagoland area, this website is also a good source of information).