Perhaps I Am Too Busy, the Posting in Which Michael is Very Patient With Me

My life has been crazy, as Michael and I just put an offer in on a new condo last night (among the myriad of other activities in 2005...more later)...the realtor was running late, and a bunch of people were traipsing in and out of the house buying things that we had posted on craigslist. When we finished signing the paperwork for the offer, I realized I lost the cashier's check for $5,000 (!!!!!) that was supposed to be the deposit (and which I just brought home scant hours earlier), and we spent a glorious evening tearing apart my house, which was already in a total state of disarray. We talked through all the suddenly-sketchy faces we had seen that evening...why did the woman buying my bed give me a hug before she left? Was it to give me a pat down and swipe the check?!

We also had dinner plans with Dennis, a friend and former colleague from Jacob's Pillow, for which we were ridiculously late, and had to call to keep postponing. It was probably not the most enjoyable dinner for Dennis, who had by this time been driving for eight hours from Massachusetts. Every five minutes the conversation steered back to how I was such an idiot and now we are completely broke because I lost this check. Thankfully, he was very gracious and sipped away at his martini while we blathered on.

Due to certain distractions (e.g. NOW WE ARE BROKE, THANKS A LOT, JAMIE), Michael was not very impressed with the restaurant, which we were trying for the first time. I said his judgement just might be a bit compromised because he was distracted and woeing our existence, and wondering if he had made a big mistake by agreeing to marry me, the numbskull who loses or has stolen huge sums of money in my own house. However, alter on in the evening, after some digestion, I wonder if he wasn't right...'nuff said.

We went home with trepidation, preparing ourselves for a night of painstakingly slow and methodical searching through random piles and boxes for the missing check. I said a quick prayer, asking that God would let us find the check easily, and thanking Him for bringing this opportunity into our lives to put an offer on this house. I asked Him to let me know if moving in together, and starting our lives together was really a good idea. I asked Him if this was a reminder that things will not always go smoothly, there will be terrible things that happen to us, but was this a reminder that we will get through things together with each other and with Him? I really hoped so...

The first place I wanted to check when we got home was the recycling. I wanted to get the kitchen out of the way, and there really weren't many papers in the bag. Lo and behold, there was the check! Ensconsed in the bank envelope, perfectly fine, and sitting at the bottom of the bag. I had recycled our check! The Lord works in mysterious ways. This morning Michael is dropping it off (we made a rule that I could no longer come in contact with the check), and we are both thankful that I don't have a shredder.