Fri 6/24-Sat 6/25
Topic: Day to day stuff
This one’s going to be a lot shorter I think because I am not going to type out every thing I did. My mom has now read my whole Blog and has told me that I need to talk more about my feelings (In not so little words). So… Though I don’t think I’m in touch with my feelings or don’t have many, I will concentrate more on the things that most of you do not know.
Any feelings during work… *thinking* Well I was annoyed about this one bagger who would most of the time come back inside with only one cart. I left him an almost finished row of carts and asked him to take it in since I already had five… but then after that I ended up getting ten anyway… I had fun for the first part bagging again and getting carts. Then I went to Deli and was glad that I was in the kitchen that night rather than serving customers… I don’t know everything and there is a lot more involved with serving customers. I was proud of myself when I finished less than 10 minutes after I was scheduled to and for once didn’t have to ask for a manager’s card to clock out… (If I had cleaned the microwave like I was supposed to, I wouldn’t have) I tried to tell myself that I didn’t really know that I was supposed to clean it but I really did… anyway… Oh why not. I’ll just go like I usually do and add in the feelings because there are some people who read this who were not there last night and did not hear me tell them what I did…
Jon (my younger, much taller brother) ended his shift at the same time I did and when we were leaving in our separate cars, he asked me if I wanted to go to a movie with him… I told him I was going to XA to pray. He replied, oh, so you’ll be home late then. (There was more to the conversation but it was mostly trying to understand each other over the sound of our cars and the distance between us… (I was parked and he had just pulled out and backed up to where I was parked.) I suddenly feel like telling a story… a made up one that has truths in it… later… We raced to the stoplight and then parted when I turned and he went straight home. I was disappointed when I saw that the gates at XA were closed and I had missed it. I wasn’t too surprised and as always (I say this too much ‘cause I don’t always trust God or understand that things are going as He plans them)… This time I just asked God where to go next and without stopping at XA (I just drove by slowly), I went to the girl’s house. I parked and turned my lights and engine off but did not roll down my windows because I did not think I would stay there for long. I saw Ben and Erik come out from the direction of their place as I sat in my car waiting. I did not know it was them at the time but I thought to myself ~ that looks like Ben and oh yeah he said he was going to be in town this weekend. ~ I still didn’t know for sure who they were as they ran out and threw a few poppers on the ground and brought a guitar inside. I waited a bit longer, got out, prayed around the building, not knowing what I would do next. Not thinking I should knock on the door or anything… I thought it would be interesting if I walked around 7 times like Joshua did, so I started counting how many times I did walk around. I wasn’t able to see anyone through the living room window until the last two times and I still wasn’t sure if it was Ben that I saw. I told God if he wanted me to knock, he’d have to make me ‘cause I wasn’t going to do that myself. (I don’t feel comfortable yet with just coming over without being invited and knocking on the door) I have done this a few times to Brad and Jake though… Sure enough, the seventh time around they all file out the door without looking behind them as I join the line without speeding up or anything. I thought this very funny and did not expect their reaction to be what it was. I was expecting a surprised “What are you doing here? That’s weird.” I guess they have thoroughly gotten used to me and just except it. When Betsy turned around to open her car door, she looked at me, looked closer, I waved, she knew it was me then and said “Hi Joel” in the way only she does. Julie said she thought that was me. Kim said she was thinking about I.M.ing me to invite me to come to the movies with them. Betsy asked if I was going to come with them. [Now to me and probably to you too now that you have read the former, it was obvious that I was supposed to go with them. What else was I to do? Instead of replying with the itchy “Duh” in my mind, since I knew they did not know what I knew, I asked Betsy what we were going to see. “Cinderella Man,” came the reply. All three of the girls wanted to ride in my car because “They didn’t want to ride in Ben’s car with a bunch of fireworks” Perhaps it’s just me but I don’t think this was the only reason. I had my backpack and bag of clothes and work clothes in the back seat. I was going to take them out and put them in the trunk after unlocking my “ghetto” doors with my pliers but Betsy just pushed them over to one side and after Ben and Erik’s complaint and my taking a while to open doors (It’s very hard to be a gentleman when 3 girls are trying to get into your locked car for which the electric locks don’t work anymore) Julie decided to go with them after all and I opened the door for Kim from the inside instead of what I would have done normally… ahem… Mom also asks me very strange questions that are very broad and hard to answer, “Are you learning anything Joel?” “I’m learning lots of things but most of it, I’ve already learned from you” “What have you learned from me” at this point I’m stumped… I roll my eyes and groan and try to think of an answer that will satisfy her. This may be my problem. I thought that it would be self explanatory what I’ve learned from my mom but either she just wants to hear me say it or really does not know how much of an influence she’s had in my life positively. Both ways, it’s exasperating. ‘nuff feelin for yah mom? Ahem…
Where was I… *looks back on what he’s typed*… grr it happened again… whenever I put those two stars on the sides of what I type, it goes bold in Word… anyway… Ok so I told the girls what I had just been doing the past half hour or so on the way to the movies thinking all the time about how I was driving because my mom frequently tells me to drive to the passenger’s comfort. I tested the boundaries and didn’t see them grab onto anything or seem uncomfortable as I’ve seen “some people” do when I’m driving far less wildly. I parked in my usual area and checked my doors to make sure they were locked because I’m used to my careless brothers rather than my considerate friends riding in my car. My throat was clogged up a bit but I waited until I got inside to the bathrooms to get it out. Get that mom? We got our tickets and went to our seats in the one theater I haven’t been in… Is theater the right word? “Showing room” is probably better. I noticed several others were praying during some of the previews and smiled. I actually almost laughed out loud. My house is actually very nice looking right now even Jon’s room! We’re going to have to take advantage of that and my lack of work this week. Done with the movie, liked it a lot, Julie’s hair and dress looked nice (It wasn’t a dress it was the way she dressed) I want some Frank Peretti Children’s books! That’s what I’d start with rather than Dr. Seuss for my kids, though I enjoyed those strange books very much and have some of them partially memorized because of the number of times I must have had my parents read them to me. I’m very… “all over the place” tonight… It’s better than taking a long time to remember what happened next. We went to Waffle House in the same fashion (all over the place and same people in the same cars) Some of us were not all there in the conversation at Waffle House at times, but it was fun, we heard Jokes, I showed off on the way back to their place just to show the point I had made of stick shifts being able to accelerate more at the driver’s will than automatics. We saw a guy walking along the road, very unstable and after we had parked, Kim went in and Betsy got me to go with her to help him out. He fell in the road after saying he was fine and only had a short way to walk home. A car was coming and I stepped out in the road and waved with my white shirt on (Betsy and the guy were both in black). We got him home safely. It was not a short way to walk in that condition. He was thankful and would not take no for an answer when giving us a 20. We went back, told the others about it, Betsy went to Bed, Ben and Erik left, I couldn’t get up so I stayed and talked and listened and prayed this time I prayed more between listening and for a lot of the time I just could not pray in tongues but continued to pray what came to my mind. I do not remember it for you. I’m sorry about that. Dawn came around and I finally was able to get off my chair only to the floor and just slept half under the table until 9… 6-9… that’s 3 hours… How do I have the energy to stay up after working another work shift to type this up? At least I’m not fasting at the same time. I prayed for a while and went in and out of prayer and sleep, eventually being able to get up and drive home… On the way home I ended up turning into my bank to put in a check though I knew that I probably didn’t have my check with me and then I realized that my bank is closed on Saturdays. From there I ended up going back into town to my mom’s work thinking I should let her know what’s been going on since I did not call. When I got there, I didn’t see her car and also remembered that it was Sat. and she didn’t work Sat. most of the time… Again I asked God what to do. I got a go home but I also got a “No, Wait” so I waited until I could go and then when I got home I remembered that there was a meeting we were having for the Drama/arts team at Vineyard that my dad is organizing. Dad kept it short about me not calling and went on with talking about skits, which I was thankful for. I did say I was sorry but he didn’t ask where I went or what I did either… Mom will read this and if he doesn’t, he’ll hear it from her, though probably from her perspective… um… Grandpa came over while we were talking about these Skits and God and he put in his two cents. I hope that he got something from what he heard. Pray for him. It would be so awesome if he came to church tomorrow… It’s more likely that if he ever goes to church again, it would be on a Sunday when Dad’s doing one of the skits though. Work was fine, I got some help during the rush, which I was thankful for. Probably should have used two fryers but I didn’t want to clean both of them at the end of the night and it worked out ok. I got finished 10 minutes after the scheduled time, had to get a card from the head manager and earlier I had to pour the old grease out with him watching too. Normally a very stressful situation but what I spilled, fell on the broken down cardboard boxes that I had laid down and all was well. At home I had to talk to mom about some of the above (short version) and that’s when I got all her “hard” questions. Then I typed this up, talked to Erik, set up a plan to talk after church at food court. If plans don’t change I’ll call him with my mom’s cell after church to let him know when we can meet. I have work at 4 though so I may bring my work clothes with me. Heh. Julie had “asked” me last night / this morning if I had a curfew and how if she was at home, she needed to call to let them know where she was etc. At the time I just smiled and didn’t really reply… I look forward to all things hidden being brought to the light… some of you know what I mean and some of you try to think that I’m only referring to the Bible verse… goodnight… or if you are technical as I am… Good morning and sleep well… Ooh within 3 pages… should I do something about that? Nah… remember in the beginning, I said I would not type all that I did. Oops… just over 2 pages now… oh well as long as no one thinks I broke yet another promise.