Michael received two internships in California for the summer. Both of the companies are in and around our hometowns so we'll be close to family, in a familiar place and loving a California summer! Hoorah! Unfortunately, Michael had to report by May 12th and the school I work at doesn't get out until May 30th. Needless to say, I'm pretty much a train wreck. Lonely and sad. The first morning after he left, my first thought-looking back on the previous day-was "Whoa, I'm glad that day's over. Then I realized it's been just one day; 20 more to go.
Just to get an idea of what it's been like, let me tell you about the first day with him gone. First, all the hot water disappears. I determined that the pilot light in the water heater had gone out. I called our Home Teacher-no answer, then three of our friends-no answer, finally the bishop-his wife answers and says all the men are on a camp-out and wont be home for another 4 hours. So I tried it myself. Bad idea. After trying 4 times to contact Michael, he picks up just in time for my phone to start glitching and freeze, twice. It'd figure. He remembers that he has uncles and cousins in the area who can help, but they were all busy too. I had given up and had resigned my self to sitting in my own human dirtiness until noon when he got a hold of one of our friends that I had called earlier. Thankfully, he was able to set it right and I only had to sit in my human filthiness for 40 minutes. That's the morning after my first night of sleeping alone. (Which happened to be the night that our Mexican neighbors next door got into some fight and started yelling at 1:00 am and scaring the day-lights out of me.)
Just to get an idea of what it's been like, let me tell you about the first day with him gone. First, all the hot water disappears. I determined that the pilot light in the water heater had gone out. I called our Home Teacher-no answer, then three of our friends-no answer, finally the bishop-his wife answers and says all the men are on a camp-out and wont be home for another 4 hours. So I tried it myself. Bad idea. After trying 4 times to contact Michael, he picks up just in time for my phone to start glitching and freeze, twice. It'd figure. He remembers that he has uncles and cousins in the area who can help, but they were all busy too. I had given up and had resigned my self to sitting in my own human dirtiness until noon when he got a hold of one of our friends that I had called earlier. Thankfully, he was able to set it right and I only had to sit in my human filthiness for 40 minutes. That's the morning after my first night of sleeping alone. (Which happened to be the night that our Mexican neighbors next door got into some fight and started yelling at 1:00 am and scaring the day-lights out of me.)
