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Monday, February 23, 2009

48 hours in the life of...

Saturday night of the Valentine's Day persuasion: while driving across the 92 bridge from Oakland to San Mateo, I roll down my window to give the toll booth man his well-deserved $4, say to my friend Erika, "man, something sounds weird...", and half a mile later blow out a tire on the freeway. FYI: there is not much of a shoulder, but for the width of Raul the Jetta himself. FYI: regular tow trucks are not allowed on bridges, but the Cal Trans man is! You learn something new everday. FYI: Roadside Assistance pulled through this time, and did not lose their chains while trying to rescue my poor self.

Sunday of St. Valentine's Day realization: all of my posts seem to revolve around my car. I really should either get a life or call the guys on Car Talk.

Further on that day: the prospects of leaving for a 3 day backpacking trip are tarnished by the fact that I need a new tire, that Cindy (friend who just flew in) and I haven't been grocery shopping, and also haven't figured out the best place to go.

Monday morning, President's Day: "Cindy, where should we hardcore ladies go backpacking?" "Anywhere with sunshine!" Agreed! I mean, how hard can it be to find sunshine in the great sunshine-y state of California?


Having narrowed down our choices to Santa Lucia (SLO), Pinnacles, and then Big Sur, we also had the ever-sunny faraway Death Valley and Joshua Tree as back-ups. Here's then what we found out whilst already driving to our destination unknown:

Santa Lucia: flash flood warnings
Pinnacles: the ranger just laughed. Wind. Rain. Horrible. And they don't allow backpacking anyway.
Big Sur: 90% rain.
Death Valley: 100% rain.
Joshua Tree: same.

What then seemed like our best bet? Our optimistic 10% chance of no-rain in Big Sur, so there we went!

Of course the trails were all closed and/or washed out...
And though I DID remember to bring the tent packed away in the big ole backpack, I forgot the tarp. And not to be pessimistic, but having woken up to a tent sitting in 3 inches of water before, it's not necessarily the funnest* thing in America.

*sometimes I think the non-word "funnest" describes a situation perfectly.

So what then did we end up doing?


We still didn't have electricity.
We still slept in our sleeping bags.
Mr. Darcy still got scared "spitless" and was left shaking. Poor buddy.
We did pretty much lay in our sleeping bags all day and read; books read: The Brothers K (excellent!), and The Promise of Paradox by Quaker author Parker Palmer (also, so interesting...).
And I still am a pretty good camp cook - I must get it from my parents who trained me in their gourmet ways with omelettes while on camping trips.


We were ready to go after 24 hours, but we did get good sleeping, resting, reading, praying, thinking and being time.

Deep breath.

That is all.

mr. cummings lives on

We used to have this substitute teacher in our elementary school music class, Mr. Cummings; though we slightly made fun of the old man, we did love his accordian playing for us each and every day. Well, given my new role as substitute teacher every once in a while [although my credential is being held until I pay $1000 to take an Advanced Computer Based Technology class so that I can be legal and have a clear credential - anyone want to gift me with 1K? ...but that's another story!], i did learn how to play the accordian the other night.

I am the new Mrs. Cummings. Koo koo ka choo.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

the 2 second update on miss cara

A few days in the life of....

Saturday: moved into a new place with Jeannie and Liliana...I also in-between gave a seminar to YL student staff about time management - and laughed at myself in the midst of it. I think the biggest thing I realized was that I may be good about planning out those planned events schedule-wise, but I must learn to plan for the unexpected. Does that make sense?

Sunday and Monday: finished coursework for the recent Fuller intensive course, Systematic Theology III (ie: about the Spirit, the Church and the End Times :: super fascinating!)

Monday: Young Life that night...truly, I am loving ministry right now. I am encouraged by ministry right now, with kids, with adults with the area as a whole. There is still a list the size of Mt. Rushmore that we can and must be praying for, but I am sitting in a sea of contentment.

Tuesday: that's today. I have started training for a little thing that involves 26.2 miles...I hesitate to actually say it outloud because then it becomes real. Then I truly have to commit.

Wednesday: that's in about 1 hour and 37 minutes. I drive up to OR for a quick up and back to pick up my beloved Mr. Darcy! how I miss the little bugger!

Friday-Sunday: I speak at Mission Springs' Mother-Daughter Retreat...this is a new one. I've never had an audience of all women before...I am still piecing together all that will eventually spew out of my mouth.

Here then are a couple of pictures from camp last weekend....

We took a group of 20 from's some of our group before club. EXCITEMENT!

This is my new dear friend and leader, Annie - she's GREAT.

Joey did my hair! I think it's rather Suess-like.

Lia is a senior at Aragon; it's really cool to see the "in" that's happened with the Tongan population specifically at AHS. she's a big part of that (though she hates having her picture taken, as evidenced here).