I am sitting in the OHSU café on my last day of work, 2 days away from an incredible Labor Day invite I know we’ll have, 4 days away from moving to a tiny Caribbean island for three months. Wow. There are butterflies, excitement, nervousness, anxiety, hopefulness, and simply blanket trust in God that it will all work out for good.
So, life. The past week has been a bit of a jumble and I can’t tell if I can classify it as productive or not.
1. The sisters donated blood. Somewhat successfully.
I don’t really know how we got this in our system, but us girls have decided it is a personal mission to donate blood as much as we can. Not crazily but we always have fun making an effort when it works out. So the day after we got home from vacation, Tiera, Kendra, and I headed over to the Red Cross bloodmobile outside Fred Meyer to try out luck… it is always a guessing game if our iron will be high enough. The joys of being female. Anyway, Kendra and I had taken 4 vitamins a piece in the past 24 hours and we had all stocked up on meat hoping we would meet the iron requirement.
Tiera was first up, and... sad day, she couldn’t donate.
Kendra was next and her’s was fine so she started donating, I followed and (SHOCK OF SHOCKS) mine was high enough as well. The Red Cross nurses were all so enamored with the fact that we were all sisters and it was so sweet that we all came together and on and on… and then one of them, after they had all seen that our last name was Wiegand, looked at me and asked if Wiegand was my married name. REALLY? Do I really not look like my family that I would have to marry- in to be sisters?! (Related story for those who don’t know.. when I was in Eureka I was asked if I was adopted because I didn’t look like my family).
But anyway, we had a good laugh and since I am a really slow donate-er, I was last while K & T were eating their snacks. I usually have problems donating and I get really light-headed (or pass out, yes it has happened), so I tried to sit up slow and take a while before leaving. But apparently not long enough, because after 2 minutes at the food table I didn’t feel well and knew that is what happens before I pass out—so I quickly went back to a bed to lay down. The hilarious thing is that just as I finish laying down, I turned around to glance at Kendra and her head rolls back and SHE passes out! I’ll admit I am a bad sister and started laughing because she looked hilarious. All the nurses then came running over (they thought they had it when I needed to lay down, but here was an all-out fainter!) and saying her name and putting wet cloths on her face and laying her down. Tiera and I knew she would be fine so it was still funny and so typical of us. ;)
2. Mighty Wiegand women moved some large furniture.
When I got an apartment in Corvallis for the rest of the school year, and needed furniture, my mom decided it was the perfect time to get new couches. Which—for a poor college student—it was, meaning that this girl gets our old green couch and loveseat. Of course that means Mom, Tiera, Kyla, and I had to move it down to Corvallis, an escapade that included lots of bungees on a borrowed truck, slow driving, staggering, and apparently looking so pitiful that a passing college student asked if we needed help…we told him YES. But they’re in!
3. I packed. Sort of.
Yep that’s about it. I know I need to keep plugging at it but oh my word. There is a tiny trail from my bedroom door to my bed and the rest is covered with clothes, scuba gear, biodegradable laundry detergent, ridiculous quantities of shampoo, swimsuits…
4. My last hurrah at OHSU.
I learned a lot about what a sustainability career could look like and made some helpful contacts. And broadened my horizons: I tried kale, kohlrabi, buckwheat crepes, arippas (Columbian cuisine), and specialty tiramisu (ooh that was a hard one).
5. My last hurrah with my awesome friends.
Last night a group of us girls went out to Italian and stayed so long the regular dinner crowd turned into the later-ish date night wine-drinking crowd. Then we took the party back to my house and kept chatting for another couple hours. We had a blast and I am in love with life; why was I blessed to be given this? Such great friendships and experiences and I don’t deserve any of it. Help me to always remember Who is the wonderful One making it all happen!!
I'm a twenty-something from the Pacific NW making home in new places as I follow where God leads.
My intent is to show Christ's love to the world and use business to solve some of the social problems we face: hunger, illiteracy, healthcare, economic hardship. For now, I'm in a stage of learning. A little adventuring, a few books, some good friends, and a whole lot of prayer and life runs on.