batting a thousand

i feel like i need to dust off the ol' blog around here. this, as well as my other journal has been sorely neglected and i'm going thru blog withdrawls from all of you as well. :sniff: there are so many snippets i've caught here and there as i've jumped online when i can...entries i want to comment on but time hasn't warranted. sophie gave me the most wonderful christmas present over on her page (you're so awesome!) and i feel very much like that old lady with the cats that doesn't get her christmas letters sent off til MARCH.

i promise to get with it one of these days. TRUST me when i tell you we've got things to talk about. but somehow, in effort to avoid the crippling depression i went thru last year at this time, i've managed to kick into overdrive on some real-time issues. all of which, might i add, have been completely unexpected and particularly uncomfortable.

last night, for instance, i got to be video-taped in a sworn statement as the witness to a crime. and then i got to take part in my very first line-up. let me clarify ~ i wasn't in the line-up. i got to pick people out of a line-up. yah. it was all very hard-core with just that hint of cagney & lacey type feel. never a dull moment here, kids.

this morning, i'm struggling abit with a little something i like to call motivation. for the past week, when i wasn't at work, i was still working. i've talked briefly in the past about our struggle with money. mainly the lack of it. when my schedule was changed, my hours were cut. then when jason's company hit the economical crunch, his hours were cut as well. thankfully, his position has held tight thru a lay-off and then firing spree, as recent as yesterday. but all combined, it works out to 8 days of lost pay per month, between us. which hurts, my friends.

we'd barely settled in from the holidays this new year when we got a really big wake-up call, which called for a change. when your rent and utilities demands 3/4 of your monthly income, its time to talk turkey. we don't live beyond our means. but when you begin to live to work rather than work to live, it puts your *means* in perspective. pretty darned fast.

so the path this is taking us on, has become an adventure of sorts. wildly spontaneous, often unpleasant and groping about completely blind. i feel very much like a naked vole on space mountain, to be honest. how's that for a visual.

yet, surprisingly, as scary as it could be, as dirty and exhausting as it has been, in just the last week, its also been a very joyful experience.

we have until the first of february to be out of our current rental. my tree street dream with the enormous space and the pristine location, aside from crack-head neighbors. we're moving in to a trailer. right next door to jasons parents. for free, minus lot rent. but free, for a myriad of reasons, my friends. a myriad of reasons.

there's a great story behind all this. there really is. despite the truck-loads of trash and the pulling up carpets and flooring. despite the no heat, despite the sore, aching muscles. the even greater story is that somehow, despite how awful this could seem, God's been so awesome and gracious. and as each obstacle has been faced, head-on, Gods' provided a solution. just right for us. i can't begin to tell you how discouraged and yet optimistic i've felt, over the past week. its been such an undertaking. and i've been so blessed by the multitude of little miracles that have popped up when i've least expected it and certainly didn't have the strength on my own, to deal with it.

there's so much to do. and very little time, money and know-how, to get it accomplished. but we will. God never opens a door without walking you through it.

someday soon, i'll be able to drop by more often. but for now, good thoughts and prayers, yah?