So much has happened lately that I absolutely have to write about it. I guess I will just put them in little stories.
I helped Matt choose a paint color to go with the circus red carpet he chose for the home theater he was building where the climbing room used to be. When I first saw the carpet, I seriously doubted that anything would go well with it. We grabbed paint samples that looked like the color of the couch and the carpet he chose, and held them up to all sorts of colors. His mom wanted a yellowish beige like everything else in the house, but with red carpet, I knew that would be a mistake. I told Matt he absolutely couldn’t do that. She didn’t want a dark color because she said that they could use the theater for a guest room and that would be too gloomy. They already have a guest room and a giant house anyway. So I told Matt that I really liked the black orchid, a rich, dark purple. It really went well with the colors. So he bought it. Later he called and told me his mom was very unhappy about it and made him go paint shopping with her. OH NO! Fortunately, Matt was able to calm her down, and she chose the ceiling color, which turned out to be a nice, light sagey green that went well with the black orchid. When I went to help Matt paint, he had already done several of the walls, and the color was beautiful, but there was huge problem.
At Bear Trap Lodge, I wanted to sleep outside, because Jeff kept throwing my stuff off of the bed (he didn’t want to share it), and because I love that feeling of being warm and snug in a sleeping bag under blankets and feeling the fresh cool air on your face (and thus, probably also feeling the bites of Brighton bugs). Anyway, I borrowed my cousin Emily’s sleeping bag and spread out a bunch of blankets. Matt was far from me and we had no bad intentions, but my parents came out and said that we couldn’t sleep like that and made me come inside to sleep on the floor in their room. Oh boy. Thus began a night of little sleep because Dad and Sica snored and snored and snored and snored. Every now and then Mom would snore, but then she would wake up and we would both be awake, listening to the awful sounds that kept us from sleeping. Finally at about five in the morning, Mom got up and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. I would have if I had known that would stop her, but I finally fell back asleep. The next night I found out that the room next to my parents’ was now empty because my Aunt and her kids left, so I went to sleep in there and my mom told me that if she sent anyone else in there, it would be Jeff since he doesn’t snore. However, Sica showed up! Great. I woke her up several times to stop her sawing of logs (I found that in the thesaurus for snore, along with “rhonchus”, and “stertor”).
On the fourth while we were up at Brighton, I was sitting in a chair watching the parade, throwing candy back at people with my dad and enjoying the warmth of the day, when one of the “floats” (really a truck with some extendable pole on it got up to us with a huge flag on it. I didn’t know what was happening when Dad yelled, “It’s coming down!” I looked up and saw a cord come slashing down, and it whipped my arm! They had run into the power lines! Luckily, the one that had come down and hit me was not a power line, but the phone cable, so I wasn’t electrocuted! Yikes!
My uncles brought up their motorcycles and scooters and I loved riding that scooter! It picked up smoothly even though it didn’t get past probably 35 or so. Riding it made me want one. Apparently, riding my uncle Scott’s Chinese motorcycle (not the more expensive but less cool Japanese one -- I say less cool because it seemed to be more exciting to look at and talk about and ride on for everyone) made my dad want to get one. So now he wants to sell the Honda 70 which doesn’t work anymore and has a shredded seat for parts on ebay.
Later my dad called from down in the valley (he had to drop Jeff off for baseball) and said that my digital camera had arrived! Yay! The guy from whom I had bought it had almost re-sold it on ebay because the money order I had sent had gotten stuck somewhere at the post office in Hawai’i. When he discovered that, he sent the camera priority mail, apologized, and said he would give positive ratings.
Matt came back up after helping with his dad’s garage sale, and I played Settlers with Lena, Donny, Uncle Scott, Eliza, and Tyler. Matt was the banker for a while, but he got tired and took a nap. Uncle Scott won the turn before I would have wiped out all of his cards anyway. Then Matt and I went down to his aunt and uncle’s 4th of July barbecue. They had also invited their neighbors, who had the most darling girls. The mom was from Norway, and the dad from Brazil, so the girls had auburn, red, and brown hair! The one named Ariel kept running around giving everyone hugs. They had puzzles there that I found fascinating, especially the one shaped like two keys, because there were little grooves all over it, and if you figured it out just right, you could slide one key over a groove, then twist it around and slide it through another and another until it finally came right off. I wasn’t patient enough or skilled enough or something to get the one with a large sized metal ball and a tiny ball into the slots on a slanted surface. Well, Matt’s dad started talking about the trip to Germany, and Matt said, “she’s not going”. Yikes. It got very quiet and tense. Matt’s dad said, “WHAT! Why not? What do you mean?” Oh boy. I told him the details and it was very tense after that. Matt and I left after a few minutes and his uncle talked up a storm to me, but no one else really would.
We went to Jeff’s baseball game and got the camera out of the van. It was packed nicely with the original package and everything. The game ended and we decided to stay for the fireworks. Matt knew his dad wanted to talk about Germany, but I was too wussy to go with him. I had him take me back up to the lodge and I was so sad because it seemed like this time the relationship as a couple was over for good. There are such complicated feelings. I love Matt so much. He is so amazing, I just want to be with him forever. He cares so much for me too. I can’t imagine anyone else spoiling me as much. Take this for an example: the day I broke up with him I was sick as a dog and after I told him that we should break it off, he stayed the whole rest of the day and took care of me, checking my temperature and holding the cup so I could sip out of the straw and getting the ice pack and adjusting my blankets and keeping me warm and giving me medicine.
I told my grandpa that I wanted to contact his cousins, the Bieris, in Switzerland, to see if I can go stay with them during my ten days after the program is over. We tried and tried to call, so I finally faxed them at the Family History Library, and I’ve been worried sick about it. I keep dreaming about it, and I can’t sleep very well.
Matt told me that his dad said I was still invited to go with them. That, in a way, makes me even more determined not to go with them because it has now become his dad’s trip, just like I knew it would. The sad thing is, I gave him that chance. Monday we hung out but I got mad and felt so numb and sick of the whole thing that I just sat there until Matt left. Then I decided I could really let it be over and I was glad that I kept missing his calls because then I wouldn’t have to purposely not answer. However, he finally caught me at work, right as I walked in, there was a call for me. He said he just wanted to talk, but it’s harder to get over him if I talk to him all of the time. He told me that he and his mom ordered pizza on Monday and that he thinks the delivery guy stole their wreath off of the front door!
Strangely enough, I noticed on the Caller I.D. that someone from the Moyes residence had called. I didn’t know if that meant Allie or Dave or Becky, but it was weird.
I told Golden Swirl that I wouldn’t be coming back, so Wednesday was my last night after three and a half years! I am sad about that, but I can’t keep working two hours a week just because of the yogurt forever. That night Allie Moyes called when I was debating if I should call to find out who had called. She said that Dave was too wussy to call and that he had made her. Eventually I talked to Dave and said that I would call him to hang out Thursday. I had to work every night until nine this week, so I had to call him later on Thursday. The most interesting thing is that all of a sudden I was popular that night – Hollie called and Tanya called and Matt called. So, I took Tanya with me to Dave’s. We went and washed my car, and it was weird to see him. I forgot how cute he was, but I’m not interested at this point. When we were leaving to go see the finished theater at Matt’s house, Becky said that she had accidentally watered my car. (Of course, this is the first time I washed it that counts, and it got watered after I pulled back out to park away from the sprinkler. Haha!)
We got to Matt’s house, and he seemed sad. We walked down to see the theater, and I called around the corner, “Is the door shut?” Finally I walked out, and reached to turn on the light in the hallway, when he grabbed my hand and scared me. Then I turned off all of the lights, and Tanya and I stood in the hall while he pushed the lights so that they slowly brightened, revealing an amazing finale! He had put up some red squares on the wall, as well as movie posters. Everything looked so cool. His mom had bought some pillows from Bed Bath and Beyond that were the right colors and they were so soft, they made Tanya and I want to keep petting them. We watched part of Spiderman before we had to go, and for a second my finger was in Matt’s hand until I pulled it away. When we left, he asked what I was doing Friday, and I said, “I’m supposed to call Dave”. Obviously that upset him. Poor Matt. I spent so much time thinking about him that I wrote him this huge letter. The first page was all sorries, the second page all thank yous, and the third page all “I love you because . . .”s. I left it on his bed before we left.
Wil, the boss of the Family History Library Attendants, decided that everyone should have a one-on-one meeting with him every other week. It turned out to be a great thing. Both of us had agendas about which to talk, and he was really nice. He said the decision was made to have those meetings because people felt like they didn’t really know him. He asked if I was intimidated and I said yes. I joked around a bit, but finally I said, “Megan said that you are sick of giving people scheduling favors, but it would really help me and probably leave us less short-handed on Saturdays if I could work every Saturday.” He said that it wasn’t fair to the individual (I said I’d worked every Saturday since I was fifteen), and that he didn’t know he was sick of scheduling favors, and asked why it would help (to even out my schedule), and said that he wouldn’t stop me from doing it. YAY! He told me about this 94 year-old missionary who would wake up every morning at 4 and run on a trampoline. So at the end of the meeting, he asked what he had suggested for me again, and I added on that I should run on a trampoline every morning at 4.
Yay! Now my schedule can be even and East Millcreek’s schedule can be more normal!
I know this has been very, very long, but there is more . . .