The Feeling Sorry for Yourself Stage

<Eventually pics will be added to this blog>

I suppose in every tropical story there comes a moment when human and platypus get a little cranky.  I had to move to my roach room (if you haven’t been a reader for years, then that means nothing to you).  I figured being in this room would get a flow of air going since it was just one room and there were two windows and a screen on the door.  In the main house, I was struggling with enough light in addition to air flow.  (No one took any shutters down.  I was able to free two windows on the house and one and a half window on the side room.  But since the shutters were rigged with scraps of wood and metal, it will take some power tools and a couple of guys to remove them.)

I was cranky about moving locations, but I guess the roach room kind of is Guam home. I hadn’t spent a summer in the house since 2019. (And honestly, the roaches haven’t been bad in a few years.)  After I got moved, I discovered a high pitch whine that has never been here before.  Where can it be coming from!?!? I HAVE NO POWER!  It’s in the bathroom, and praise the Lord I can close the door and mostly not hear it. Mostly.  But I have become super sensitive to sound over the last six months.  (Thankfully not band noise…but motors, low electric bass sounds, and high pitch hums.  I have had to unplug clocks in my house. I can’t sit through most church services at my church because of the bass roar. Sitting at stoplights when certain cars pull up nearly unglue me.) So if you know where a high pitch squeal in a bathroom could be coming from, let me know!

<SIDE NOTE: Since the blogs were written and posted later, I found the source of the sound after nearly two days or torture. I had already packed my bags for the asylum.  The sound was coming from the toilet. Who knew they had the ability to whistle.>

I'm cranky for moving. I'm cranky from the whining sound. Then dad has to tell me Sweets isn’t doing too so great.  (But I have put my best former students on it, so if Sweets can be helped, Cooper and her side-kick Devon is on it.) Cooper told me not to worry, so I’m trying to trust her.  But Cooper also dropped me giving me a piggyback ride when she told me she had me…so, do I really trust her?

<SIDE NOTE: Sweets did go to the vet.  She was given three meds and has to do water therapy twice a day.  So now my poor parents and Devon are way more invested in Sweets than I meant for them to have to be. Dad cooked her liver tonight.  And she's doing better he says. But I'm feeling terribly guilty making everyone do all this work.  All the helpers gets double souvenirs!>

I finally decided it was just time for a water hole. Water helps everything.  Beach would make me happy. Surely today I could make that happen.  On the way I needed a couple of things from one of my favorite dollar type stores for the youth retreat.  Well, it was closed.  No power, I guess. Another add to the cranky.

So I head to water.  Ugh.  The ocean water was rough, rough, rough and the hotel pools are all closed.  (They are full of sand and debris.  My Nikko kiddy pool didn’t even have water! They were working on them, but it will be a few days.)  I did get to enjoy some massive waves which almost never happen out this way. Since the pools were closed today, I had the youth guy call our youth retreat hotel for tomorrow to see if the pool was working because that was our fun plans. Nope. Closed at least three more days. NO!!!! 

When I got home, I decided I would check out flights to Saipan next week. I was supposed to have gone the first week Mon-Fri for VBS.  When the storm happened, we had to postpone a week and reevaluate.  Well, all the flights to Saipan are full Mon-Wed next week.  I decided to use my secret airline spy skills to see if that was true.  Negative 14 seats left for Monday.  Yep. Full. So now I can’t go to Saipan next week either. More cranky.

So then it was time to tackle the fridge/freezes.  That in itself is enough to make anyone cranky.  It’s one thing to clean out your own, but to have to clean another 3 that you don't even get to enjoy….ugh.  The church one was pretty bad so hopefully someone will appreciate a nice clean fridge and freezer.  (All this is on the heals of 72 hours of cleaning/packing a band building.)

Now that I vented every bit of pent up crankiness (well, almost) inside… how does one end their crankiness?  With popcorn and 7D dried mangoes.  That’s a supper of champions!

<SIDE NOTE:  Since I'm posted three days after this was written. I'm much happier now. Still feel guilty about Sweets, but I had a great youth retreat and did something other than clean!>