The kids in my building are spending more time blowing noses, sniffing mucus and looking dejected these days. Allergy season? Maybe. I don't want to think about the other possibilities--mostly because I want to believe that my exhaustion is due to over-working.
I don't care if it's denial.
I love denial.
And denial may carry me through this week.
In my defense, it's been a trying week. First, there was my fight with the UPS people. I ordered a couple of books from amazon (Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy and A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Bad Beginning--yes, I realize these books don't have anything in common) and I was anxiously awaiting their arrival. When they didn't make it to my house on Monday, I logged into amazon to view the tracking information.
The tracking information indicated that my address did not exist.
I looked around, trying to figure out if I was the only one who could see my invisible dwelling.
Turns out, no. The dogs can see it, too. And so can my in-laws, because they knocked on my not-so-imaginary door.
In an attempt to rectify this situation, I called UPS.
UPS: So the address DOES exist?
Me: Um, yeah. You've been delivering here for the last seven years.
UPS: Ooooooh. I see.
Me: Did you get a new driver?
UPS: *Apologetically* Yeah. He may not know his way around. Could you give me landmark directions?
Me: Sure. There is a big pond out in front of the trailer and we are building a house beside our trailer.
UPS: *Writing* They are building a house...there is a pond...
Me: I also had a second package. Can I expect both of those tomorrow?
UPS: A second package? Hang on. Let me check that. *Pause* Huh. You're completely right. We'll deliver both of them tomorrow.
Me: Thank you.
On Tuesday, both of my packages arrived. Written on the top of the package from amazon: "a pond in front...their building a house."
*Sigh* I guess I can send my struggling English students to apply for a job at UPS?
If you pray for dogs, would you pray for mine? His name is Alex, and when I got home today, he seemed very sick--won't even take a biscuit (his favorite). I'm pretty worried.