Saturday was spent doing my second interview at Caribou Coffee, which I thought went well — I mean… getting a second interview means that you’re something. They told me I’d hear from them today if I was hired. I’m giving them until tomorrow, being the eternal optimist that I am and the time here nearing 2200h. Later, we ran to the store… during which time my father-in-law arrived from Louisville where he was attending a conference. We ordered pizza and talked late into the night. The cats were NOT amused to have company and Cullen used some words that I didn’t even know existed. He turned from an attention-starved kitty into a demon — he even bared his fangs as he hissed and growled. Finian let me take him into the living room and let Ray (my father-in-law)pet him while I was holding him. However, when left alone with Ray, he hissed and fled.

Sunday, I got to sleep in a little bit because Ray had a rental car and could take me for Sunday School and worship. My cats were more than happy to let me sleep in as they were missing some affection from being left alone the night before (when they *COULD* have been more social). Sunday School went better — my attendant showed up and she loved up the littlest of my charges. Worship went well — we were baptizing the newest grandchild of Jon’s supervisor and we were invited to the christening party afterwards. Then Ray and I went for a drive so that he could see what was wrong with Sable (our ’84 Volvo 240 GL). We went to dinner at Olive Garden and I gorged myself on Minestrone Soup, some salad, and calamari. (Mmmmmm…. squid.) We stayed up and talked after that. That night, the cats went out to sniff Ray up and Finian apparently decided to walk all over him. They woke us up at 5 this morning, wanting attention and a boost onto the windows above our bed. CATS!!!!!

Today… we all got up at 9. Jon and Ray had oatmeal for breakfast and I had leftover cold calamari. Ray left about 11 to head to lunch with Dr. Ramseth and then to the airpoty and Jon left for church at 1. I paid bills… and discovered that the cable bill was 3 months late because of a mix up with the church paying it. (The church pays the base rate and we pay the difference — well… our treasurer didn’t know that and had sat on the checks I’d given her.) Tomorrow, I get to go down and pay off all of my part after our treasurer gives me the church’s share. Good thing I caught this because our cable was going to be disconnected on Friday morning and our boys are kind of fond watching the native dances of Malaysia on the Travel Channel. Jon picked me up at 4 and we deposited his paycheck and transferred some funds into our checking account so that we could cover any emergency groceries or whatever. (With Jon’s paycheck and the funds in the checking account before the transfer, we had literally enough to cover bills. The definition of “daily bread” as “all one needs for the day” isn’t lying!!! Tip for young married people: put your wedding money in a savings account so that when your checking account is short for the month on bills, you can have money to make up the difference.) We went to church and I printed off some more resumés and got some other computer stuff done.

It’s already 22:15 on Monday night, which means that Caribou likely found other people. Second Pres might call me but I’m really not holding my breath because I could get a letter in the mail saying “we’ve chosen someone else” tomorrow. So… I’m still looking for work and ask prayers that I can find a job. I’m thankful that much of my current monthly payments for my February stuff will be done come August or September and I’m praying that I can find work so that we’re not so strapped until then.