Today is a day that will go down in the annals of our family history as pretty much horrible. Crazy. Full of insane opposition. And yet, I'm sure that it will also be one of those days that we will look back on and laugh like crazy. At least, I hope it will, provided everything really does work out.
So, Joel's going to Spain on Friday. We've had it all planned out that we would drive up to Orem today (Tuesday), and get some family time in, send Joel off to Europe and then I would have fun with the kids and grandparents while he was conducting Schoenberg in Barcelona.
Then yesterday evening he got a call from the University he had a phone interview with last week (totally weird that they called on Memorial Day after 5:00 pm). They want him to come to the school and give a lecture, conduct the orchestra, have an in person interview, yada yada yada. GREAT! We are so excited. Except they want to see him while he is supposed to be in Spain. The guy really wants him to come so he is willing to have him visit on Thursday, which is the first day the Orchestra will be there to play. Again, great. He said he'd call in the morning with travel information.
And he did. The problem was that the only flight the travel department at the University could find got in 20 minutes before his flight to Spain left. Not gonna work. We even called the airline and they said there was no possible way. Finally, we were able to negotiate a different flight time, and are now just waiting for word that it was approved by the travel department. The thing is, the flight leaves tomorrow afternoon, and we won't receive word until tomorrow morning. And if they don't approve it? Well, then I guess he doesn't get to go interview, which seems a shame, because this would be a great job for him.
Then we just figured out that Joel left his most important bag sitting in our living room floor in Cedar City....3 hours away. It has all of his music scores for Spain. It has his mp3 player with all of his music recordings for Spain. It has his PASSPORT. Seriously, if he left any other bag, he would live. But this one? He can't even get to Spain without it.
Joel was about to get in the car and drive back home to get it, but I thought we should call a family member to see if they could break into our house. My sister-in-law happily went over there and got in through the girls' window. She is going to overnight it to us tomorrow morning and that will be cheaper than the gas money and time spent driving to get it.
I'm fairly sure that this post isn't translating into the great amount of angst that Joel and I have both been feeling today. But, believe me, it's there. I would just die if he couldn't get to Spain, and I would also die if he somehow had to turn down this job interview. Currently, it looks as though things will all work out okay (although, not without quite a bit of effort), but since I don't have his passport in my hands and since I don't know if the flight plans for the interview will pan out, I am having a little freak out session inside my head. Things have been difficult enough for us the past few months, and to be honest, I have barely been holding myself together. I've been on the verge of a nervous breakdown for several weeks, and these situations aren't helping me.
But then I think about another little thing that happened to us today.
Just as we arrived in Orem, we had to stop at Barnes and Noble and buy another recording of Pierrot for Joel. When I opened my purse to pay for it, my wallet wasn't there, and I almost had a heart attack. I thought I had left it in Cedar City somehow. Luckily, my checkbook was there, and the clerk was very kind about letting me use it without photo ID, and even told me about the credit union co-op should I have to get money out of the bank. Anyway, both Joel and I were dying because the debit card (we only have one, it's what works best for us) was in my wallet and he would definitely need it in Spain.
But, we got into the car, and were relieved to see my wallet on the floorboards. It just fell out while we were driving. We laughed and laughed about it and said, "Can you imagine if we had left something so important at home?" Well, now we have. And I think that little experience with my wallet is just the Lord's way of letting us know that all will work out. It's just a little opposition.
And a little opposition never hurt anybody.