Levedy

My weekend

My weekend was not the hotbed of activity that normally is the tenor of my fast-paced life.

Kat came over Friday to help me stuff wedding invitations (I can STILL taste the gum from the envelopes in my mouth) and to have a look at the books I want to donate and took several handfuls to take with her.

Saturday morning I drove an hour to damn-near the Arizona border to teach an SAT class. Unfortunately, the office never thought to give the kids a schedule of subjects, so they had no idea that Saturday was a math day, and consequently had done none of their homework. When I told the office that was not kosher behavior, the director played dumb rather than admit she made a mistake. That’s a pisser.

After class, I hauled butt from the border back into town to lead an SAT training for new teachers. One of the trainees went to high school with me. He was Mr. Popular, Mr. Student Council, and Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes. He turned out to be a very nice man. It was fun training with him and with his two fellow trainees. Everyone got certified, which is cool.

I came home to a quiet house since Dimitri had gone skiing in Brianhead with friends. He invited me to go, but I make it a rule not to participate in sports a) with fast-moving projectiles or b) without brakes. (I realize that limits me to Badminton and Shuffleboard, and I’m just fine with that.) I spent the evening bored without Dim, but lacking the energy to take myself out to a movie.

Sunday morning I went to church, and Sophie managed to come with me. I have become a little tired of her regular check-ups to see if we are in church. She calls at 10:45 on Sundays, and if we answer, she demands to know why we’re not in church. On those Sundays when we aren’t in church, I make it a point to be the one to answer the phone to ask her “Why aren’t you in church either, Sophie?” Admittedly, that’s not very diplomatic of me; so my new tactic is to IM her on Saturdays and invite her to church with me. She almost never takes me up on it, but it does stop the Sunday morning calls.

Sophie showed up about 45 minutes into the service and managed to make it up into my pew half of an hour later. It was nice to have company, though.

The funniest part of the service (who thought an Orthodox Christian service could be funny?) came right before Communion, when Father John broke the liturgy to give his typical “quit being late to church, you lazy Greeks” schpiel, but this time he said something to the effect of:

Preparation for Communion is more than just fasting on Sunday mornings. The major part of preparation for Communion is praying the liturgy with us, being here to witness the transformation with your fellow congregants. This is not a show-up-in-a-rush, grab-it-and-go situation. Leave that for McDonald’s. The body and blood of Christ is not fast food, people, and I’m not the drive thru.

It was funny.

After church, I went to fellowship hour to buy baked goods from the Sunday school kids. The money was going to Tsunami relief, so I didn’t feel bad scarfing homemade Greek pastries and not-so-Greek brownies. Hey, it was for a good cause, right?

Then I hauled butt to Green Valley to tutor an LSAT student.

Monday was reserved for assembling/moving the new home office furniture Dimitri got for the loft. I did, though, during a run to Wal-Mart for furniture moving pads see a gaggle of amish girls. (No, really! They were even speaking that dutch-german stuff I hear on the history channel specials about them. I slowed down walking by them to hear them talk, but had to speed up, because they stank. I kept thinking to myself: Amish in Vegas? How the hell'd they get here? I checked for buggies in the tire shop and the parking lot: no luck.)

The old furniture had to be moved to another room, too. The rooms look like a tornado came through them, but the furniture is cool. It will take a few days to get everything back in order.

Posted by Jen at January 18, 2005 8:58 AM