Turned out it was their last one until September, so we were glad to have gone. Lauren and the pastor both asked about my move and exhorted me to come back and visit.
Thunderstorm was imminent, and they left the front door open so at one point the candle flames were flickering, which I loved. And oh the thunder. (Yes, I love thunderstorms.)
The Scripture was 1 John 3:1-7 and the Reflection was "Beloved" from The Only Necessary Thing by Henri Nouwen. I totally dozed, which I felt bad about -- but I haven't gotten enough sleep all week, so so it goes.
After tonight's rousing round of cleaning out my closet floor, I think I really just need a few hours to put all my remaining books, clothes, and assorted schtuff into boxes/bags and I'd be good to go. However, I'm going out tomorrow night and won't be back until after midnight, which means come Saturday I might have moved from tired to exhausted. Plus, who wants that timecrunch stress? Oh, and I have to pick up some furniture, which cuts into the time even further. And I remember when we moved me into college first year and I was snappish with my mother in large part because I had been up half the night packing; and I don't really wanna repeat that, 'cause being short-tempered and cranky and pissy is no good. And... here's the most important part: It's supposed to rain all day on Saturday. This is really The Factor causing my decision. (It being New England, however, I of course have anxiety that it will not rain on Saturday and will instead rain on Sunday, and I will thus feel way lame. Even though I know the extra day is a good idea anyhow.) I had psychologically committed to moving on Saturday, so I hate the idea of changing it to Sunday, but I keep telling myself it's a good idea. Ooh, and this means I can go to SuperCuts on Saturday. (My hair has been driving me up a wall this week.) Another point in favor of Sunday. (I do apologize for having to cancel on you, Maria.)
OriginalRoomie called ~3:30 this afternoon. The landlord wanted my share of the rent. No one had told either of us that the girl whose room I'm taking had not in fact bought out the remainder of her lease so I was expected to pay June rent. Which is fine since I will be living there for June after all, but it would have been nice to know in advance. This does not make me feel great about the landlord -- communication and all. But we shall see. I am in my zen place. I would drop it off after work tomorrow except that I have dinner-and-a-movie plans. OriginalRoomie said I could drop it off at the apartment on Saturday, but upon reflection it seems silly to do that if I'm gonna be moving in on Sunday -- like why not just bring it on Sunday. So I'll call tomorrow. I have to ask about whether I'm allowed to bolt my bookcase to the wall anyhow. Apparently a guy's coming to fix up the bathroom in mid-June and he'll fix my windows then, too. Good thing I'd resigned myself to moving in with the windows still cracked.
I used the word "equidistant" in my conversation with OriginalRoomie and she was pleased and impressed. The previous day, Eric had gotten on my case for using the word "endorse" in a sentence, so I was v. glad to have support of my fifty-cent vocabulary :)
My brother said Somerville had 4 libraries. MLN has three branches. My dad was right that the West Branch is the closest one to me. "Directions: MBTA: Red Line to Davis Square. Walk 2 blocks up College Ave. Library on left."
(1) I packed my checkbook, so I'll have to dig it out. Sigh.
(2) Rain is now predicted for Sunday as well as Saturday. I really do think giving myself this extra day is a good idea, though.
(3) Spirit of the Beehive @8:15pm + 97min = making the 10:35 home rather than the 11:50. Nice.