Post 100

I didn't even realize this was my 100th post... and to think I have nothing profound to say... Oh well. :) Happy 100th post to me!

I thought I should post in case anything happens to me tomorrow... Not that anything will, but... well... ok, if you know me at all, you know I'm kind of sort of scared of heights. Sigh... ok, I'm terrified of heights. Not all heights - I'm not afraid of airplanes, or looking out the window of a very tall building. But I'm afraid to climb ladders, or stand on a ledge, or drive up a scary mountain road with no guard rail and a semi barreling down towards you with a 1000 foot drop off to your left... Actually the only thing more frightening to me than that would be to go up a mountain on a cable car... guess what I'm doing tomorrow. Yes. A cable car of the mountain overlooking Zagreb. It takes 23 minutes from bottom to however high we're going. T-W-E-N-T-Y T-H-R-E-E M-I-N-U-T-E-S. That's a lifetime in gadfly years. I want to vomit.

I've only been on one cable car before this. It was in 1993 in Latvia. I sat on the floor the whole time, inhaling deeply. I have pictures I took from the floor, holding my camera above my head and snapping pictures here and there. People wonder how I can be "afraid" of things like this if I really believe in God's Sovereignty. I'm not afraid... I'm scared. I think there is a difference. Scared is kind of "in the moment." Afraid is more dwelling on and being paralyzed into not doing things because of fear. Now, while I have been dwelling on this since Wednesday, I'm not so afraid that I'm not going to go (although calling in sick did cross my mind). I am scared though. It's a freaking wire... air air... inhale... breathe... Who ever thought of putting a large metal box on a wire to get people up a mountain was insane.

But anyways... I'm sure it will all be fine... Funny how I decided to update my will this week though... and that was before I knew about the trip. Maybe I will call in sick tomorrow...

I was thinking today that since January 15, the only Americans I have seen were the two Mormons that were at the police station the same day I was working on My visa stuff. I guess I've seen myself in the mirror as well, but it's just not the same. So it's been 40 days without seeing an American or interacting with one in person. Wow, I can't believe I've been here 40 days. That's kind of cool.

Skoobi is doing well. She's being a bit nicer to dogs every day. She played with a cute German shepherd puppy today, so that was encouraging. I need to take her out for the night in a few minutes. The night walk is always tricky... we're much more likely to run into dogs in the apartment building, and she still doesn't like that all that much.

I had coffee today with one of my students and that was really fun. She thought I was visiting her after another appointment, and was just so happy to know I just came to spend some time with her. So it was fun to sit and let her practice her English while we talked about Croatia.

Well... I really do need to write an interesting blog. I'm going to lose readership if I don't get more exciting. I really will try to post some pictures next week. But for now, I'm going to walk the dog, watch one TV show, and go to bed... hopefully not being jostled awake by yet another free-falling sensation dream... hmmm... I've had about 10 since Wednesday night... the same night I found out about the cable car... I sense a connection :)