moving to California: a team effort
I've been so grateful for the support from some of my friends. I e-mailed Diana in California, about when I should switch my license plates and she directed me to this site
http://my.ca.gov/state/which was helpful.
also, my roommate from undergrad gave me a sort of "backpack for my car" from her and her husband, that just sort of straps on without damaging my car in any way. Again, I thought is was very helpful.
Before I leave though, I think I should open an account at Washington Mutual Bank, b/c that is the only bank that I am aware of that exists in both Illinois and California.
an interview
do a little dance--I have an interview for Oct. 5. of course, I probably won't get it. and maybe I wouldn't even want it. still, it's nice that some person actually wants to interivew me.
however, I don't think that I should tell them that I am planning to go to medical school in two years. not that I'm being deceptive, just that I think it could hurt my chances.
I need to look like a million bucks when I show up for my interview though, since it calls for "professional apprearance" Oh no--no more jeans to work....
somehow I'm sick
someone I got sick when I only have
three days left to completely organize my belongings and move to California Oct. 1.
Why???????I had a sore throat since last Tues. and now it has evolved to
worse.
my grandpoppy
I don't really have time to blog right now, but I thought I would write a short entry on my grandpoppy (a.k.a., my grandpa) b/c he is such an excellent one.
tomorrow I am planning to drive to my grandpa's house, he lives in Madison, to drop off some of my books and winter clothes that I do not have room in my car to take to California. My grandpa already went to the AAA to get all of the maps and the route to California, it's like his project, too.
I am very grateful for the support. Actually, my only relative in California is my aunt (his daughter). I guess that he understands about California, and though I thought it would be difficult for him to take that I am moving so far away, I think he actually is excited for me. He is living a bit vicariously through my adventure?
He was the ace city engineer for the city of Madison before he retired, and he has lived in that town all of his life, but I think he would have preferred to live in CA.
last night I had a dream about physics...
last night I had a dream about physics, no joke.
I was trying to solve a problem, and I kept working at it, and working at it, and working...
It was an actual physics problem (from the class I took a couple years back), that I couldn't find the solution to until finally I did and then I
understood how to solve it.
when I write this though, I think I understand what it was about. I think it is about my move to California, which I keep trying to solve, I mean, I keep working at it (in a positive way).
questions for heaven
Dave Fred. stated a series last weekend at the O.P.V.--questions people would ask God. Last week started with "Why is there war?" (the message is downloadable on the website
http://vineyardoakpark.com, but it is not there yet)
Anyway, so I was thinking yesterday, if I had one question--what would I ask God? However, I don't think I would "waste" it on a theological question, b/c I can find out all of the answers to that when I die. Instead I think I should ask something that would help me now. My first thought, "when am I going to get married?" so I could start planning. But what if God said, "when you're 35," I would be discouraged and think "that is
sooooooo long." I wouldn't want to ask God who I am going to marry, I decided, that would spoil the surprise.
But then I thought, I shouldn't waste my one question for God on that, because once it happens (hopefully somewhat soon) then I don't have any further insight for the rest of my life. I think instead I should ask, "When am I going to die?" because then I could also start planning. I mean, I could plan my own funeral, for example, and then none of my relatives would have to worry about it.
But then I also thought maybe I should ask God, "
what am I going to die of?" But that could be a trick question, for example, what if he said "thyroid cancer." Then I would be getting CT's every 6 mo's of my thyroid to try to detect cancer, but then I could end up getting cancer from all of the tests, the excess radiation. See, it could be tricky. Plus, what if He said, "gun shot wound" or something--I would live my life in constant fear.
So, I think it would really be best to ask when I am going to die, then I could plan out all of my days and not waste time.
dude, take my stuff
in the process of getting rid of my stuff. I posted an ad on the hospital website where one can advertise selling things, and I've had some good interest, people calling me and e-mailing, yea.
It's just that, some of these things I'm not going to haul all the way to Cali, because it really wouldn't be worth it (their value vs. the cost of U-Haul), such as my desk and some heavy wooden bookshelves. neither do I want to store them.
No one has called about my living room chairs though, and they are actually nice.
heaven coming down...
I thought I would add, briefly, though I don't really have time to blog, that my experience thus far trying to resolve a conflict (Mary says, "pursuing reconciliation") w/a leader at my former mega-church has felt like heaven coming down, as in, justice occurring.
My impression, talking to Mary, not that I am the most prophetic person on earth, is that she really cares about the church.
I wonder though, why did justice take so long? and
Q: what did I get in the interim?
Fogo de Chao
Last night, a couple of drug reps took the office out for dinner at Fogo de Chao, we'd been planning it for months. (Thank you Enablex, not that the urologists I work for even prescribe that drug, but they probably will prescribe it more now. Sadly, that's the way it works) Not that I even wanted to go last week--why would I? to celebrate my soon to be unemployment?
I was not really in a celebratory mood, but I decided to go anyway. Actually, getting ready was almost half the fun. I told the office on Friday that I was going to wear a white flowery dress, thus violating the "no white after Labor Day rule." They crinkled their noses and were like, "who cares?"
Anyway, I'm so glad that I went. I actually got there 30 minutes late, but it ended up being perfect b/c at that time they were just coming around with the meat (they serve "all you can eat" different types of meat) and I was really hungry, so I filled up on their famous steak instead being already partially full from the salad bar.
Would I recommend it? Probably, but I don't think I would want to go back because I feel like I wasn't able to eat my $43 worth of food, without a doubt no, at least this time I wasn't paying for it. Their desserts were awesome though. Mostly, there were just men there. It might be worth it if one could really eat a lot of meat.
no time to blog
I have no time to blog right now as I am moving to CA in three weeks! I need to find a job!
I'm not going to be able to blog for a while, I'm anticipating a dry spell for the next three weeks.
hurricane Katrina theology
I wanted to write something about hurricane Katrina and God, I was thinking about this last night, seriously. But then this is all tied in with the problem of evil, etc. And I was thinking about Woltersdorff book, "lament for a son" which he wrote after his 25-year-old son died in a mountain climbing accident, that he refused to believe that God shook a mountain to make him better, as in, refine his character to make him a better person.
Also, I was thinking about some people on the news in Downer's Grove who brought a truckoad of supplies to the Northeast corner of Lousiana, and how one woman wrote, "we don't know who sent you us."
I would like to write about this, but the library is now closing.
