So the laptop story continues and takes an interesting turn. I found out yesterday that the guy we “bought” it from was a professional scammer, and he ran off with our money. He was also arrested yesterday, and will probably be indicted and charged for a bunch of fraud. But it’s so big, he’s going to be extradited from NY to Florida for this. Aiya. So the likelihood of getting any money back is slim to none, according to one guy in the DA’s office in Monroe County. ARGH.
Anyway, one of the guys in my dad’s fellowship, a computer stud, has offered to do some research for my dad, and see what he can find for him. Why we didn’t do that first, I will never know. Stupid us.
The relatives and the party. Well, the cousins were a blast. I had a GREAT time with them, hanging out, catching up, and just talking. That was very good, since there are a couple older cousins that I hadn’t seen much at all. They’re all down in SoCal, and I was in Texas, so we didn’t cross paths much. Maybe Christmas and even less often, Thanksgiving. Sometimes. That’s too bad. I really like my cousins.We get along very well. We have fun together. We are all pretty similar, in terms of our humor and just how we perceive things. Rather amusing when we get together
On the other hand, some of the older, more distant relatives annoyed the snot out of me that night. So my uncle was giving a short little testimony/Gospel presentation deal (something like that. I’m not sure what it was exactly since I can’t understand spiritual words in Cantonese), and all during it, some of my great uncles or someone related to them was getting up and walking around to different tables, talking to people, making noise, and acting like he was the host or something. They’re not Christians, but I still expected better of them. I just wanted to turn around, smack him one and ask him to sit down and shut up. However, that would not have been wise, and would have embarrassed my granparents. That would be bad. I mean, lots of people looked over, tried to give him the evil eye, but he did NOT get the hint. And the people he was talking to were just as bad. Instead of keeping it down, they talked. LOUDLY. Argh. I don’t care about culture at this point. You tell them to shut up and be courteous. They don’t have to agree. They just have to have common (or not so common, in this case) courtesy, and just be quiet while someone is up there. Out of respect for my grandparents, if nothing else.
So I’ve started packing stuff into my REI pack. Oh yeah. So Kristen calls REI the evil empire. They are so not the evil empire. They’re a little pricy maybe, but they’re not EVEN close to an evil empire. North Face, with its overpriced packs, is more evil empire. Wal-Mart is more evil empire. Microsoft defines evil empire-ness for us nowadays. But not REI. They’re cool. Anyway, packing looks promising. Which I need to continue doing.
Anyway, Sam asked if otde2 would continue on my mission trip, and I told him I’d have to wait and see how things shake out over there. I may start otde3, or not. If you’re interested, I’ll probably let a select few now, and then the info would slowly disseminate. If you’re interested, you could email me yourself. I would love to get emails from home
Nathan, one of the guys on my team also called me last night, and that was pretty cool to talk to him in person, instead of emails. It was good to hear from him. I look forward to this year.
So I was reading Out of the Saltshaker and reading some of those stories made me think long and hard about Rice, and what I did, and did not, do there. I know God uses people differently, but I can’t help but think about how I could have used my time differently there. I don’t know. It’s one of those perpetual struggles, filled with regret, and wondering if I was wise with my time. Granted, the medical school thing required a certain prioritization of things. But I still had time that I could have used better. Perhaps it’s simply preparation for the coming year, so that I’m more cognizant of what I’m doing, or not doing, as the case may be. At the very least, it’s that. Hopefully, it will serve as a reminder for the rest of my life. Especially in medical school. I’m sure some of the same situations, and tensions, will come up there. Wisdom from God will be (is) required for that. I don’t know how to do it on my own.