Once upon a hoopty...

I live for days like today. Today was a great day. I have had several pretty good days of late, but today was just a great day. In the morning, i took it a bit easy, watched a movie on my comp (see title link), chatting with several people whom I love and was able to sit around the house and get some work done on my computer with no shirt on and having not taken a shower. Mid-dayish, I did shower, ran out and took care of about 7 different errands (a practical impossibility in latin america) and was a good 30 minutes early to a dinner/meeting with my missionary team (a practical impossibilty for yours truly). The meeting went well, and I had a good idea that was well accepted by everyone including my supervisor, which doesn't happen much, so was a huge ego boost. We are going to be very busy soon, so we're in that wonderful stage of making sure we've done beforehand everything we need to do so that the four teams that come over as many weeks starting tomorrow (...er...today, as it's after midnight). This is my favorite stage. I live for planning and for making sure no detail went unnoticed.

The victory song in the Wiz is so amazing. It's a song a freedom. When I watch the workers dance and celebrate and then disrobe from the weight of their oppressor, it reminds me of the freedom I have. Victory is won! I am no longer bound by what used to hold me captive! It is a brand new day!! Can't you feel a brand new day? And I love that it is not only our heroes who dance and celebrate freedom, but also all the people who have held them down and attacked them throughout their journey. All they wanted was freedom, too. I wish my enemies could dance in freedom with me. That is really my wish.

To all my peeps in Panhandle Florida (wha?wha?), ya'll keep yaselves safe through Dennis.

The main reason I'm writing this post is to share a new gecko story. I got into the shower and was pulling the curtain, when I noticed small tan-colored object stuck in between the curtain and the rod. I was pulling too hard to stop at this point, and the little thing came flying toward me. May I remind you that I'm in the shower, attempting to bathe, and mention that the angle of the object's fall would not have been a convenient one for me, had the object, say, sharp teeth or claws that it intended on using to stop it's fall. I twisted around in a way that would have been pretty funny for anyone who saw it (which was only the gecko, who I think had other things on his mind) and the gecko ran into my hip and fell to the ground, barely phased and in a hurry to keep moving. I don't often laugh out loud in the shower.

Incidentally, I just got back from Guatemala, where I spent a week in meetings (and not getting over this sinus infection I have). It was good to spend time with friends there. It was also sad to realize that all of the people around my age in the region are going home in november. All but one girl who teaches at a school in Guate city. And it turns out that I really feel like november is a good time for me to go home...and start focusing on moving forward. I won't be back to Nicaragua, aside from possible trips and vacations in the future, at least as far as I can tell. It's scary and exciting.

More later.