A Tale of Two Tales

Alright, the previous post was a little misleading. I do have a sick child, and this week has been much more hectic than I'd expected. But I actually had a post typed this morning and scrapped it because I couldn't find a way to make my point without being too deep and philosophical. And I promised Cline when I started this blog that it would be strictly light-hearted updates on our family happenings. Christa is doing better this afternoon. She just has a cold or something, but it's her first real illness other than a little post-shot fever. She fussed all morning, but took a good nap and seems to be feeling better this afternoon. We're going to take it easy the rest of the day to be sure, though.
Since this morning, a couple of interesting things have happened. The first story requires a little background info, so here it is:
My post this morning, in a nutshell, was basically a little more ranting on these new rotation requirements for Cline. The workload really isn't too bad. It's just that we made some other commitments throughout the month, thinking he'd work 1 or 2 days tops and still have plenty of time to really rest and relax and enjoy some leisure activities like jogging and working out. So, things have been busier than we'd like. But we were talking the other night about it, and Cline made a great point. He said that he's going to do everything they ask of him with a smile and a cheerful attitude. He's not going to dwell on who has had to do what before now or what's fair and unfair or how he would lead things if he had a say. Instead, it appears that God has placed him in a situation to spend many hours with paramedics and fire fighters this month. And who is to say that God doesn't have a reason or purpose in Cline spending his time there?
So, back to today - Tale #1. Cline had to go to a routine conference this morning, and then to a Tactical Training session. I have no idea what a Tactical Training session is - only that it was taking away my husband for 4 hours this afternoon. Cline called about an hour after he got there and said there had been a car accident just as he was pulling up to the location where this session was to take place. A lady was pinned in her car and seriously injured. She had to be life flighted to the hospital, but hopefully will be alright. Because of the new residency requirements that I've been selfishly griping about for the past 2 weeks, Cline and 2 other Emergency Room residents were on the scene immediately. I'm glad he was there to help her instead of at home with Christa and I today.

Tale #2 - (Mom - you probably shouldn't read this one; it might inspire you to read that Jeffery Dahmer book to me again). Christa was finally playing by herself this afternoon, allowing me a few moments to change her crib sheet. As I was doing that, the doorbell rang. This is not an uncommon occurrence in our home. I immediately assumed it was the Fed-Ex lady or a neighbor dropping off some mixed up mail. I quickly looked through the peephole, and saw a young guy there. "Must be the mail," I thought, as I opened the door (alright already - so that wasn't the smartest thing I could have done. I'm gullible and don't like to be rude if I can help it). The guy seemed nice enough, but immediately went into some spiel about how he was doing a college communications project and had to talk to 50 strangers. He looked the part, but red flags went off in my mind. I may be gullible, but I am also paranoid. I didn't know what he really wanted, but I did know that Cline wasn't home, I'm pretty weak and a slow runner, and Christa wasn't going to be much help if this guy did try to pull anything. So, I suggested we talk outside since it's a beautiful day, locked the door as I grabbed Christa, and led him to the front of the building where we could both be easily seen by neighbors. Not 30 seconds later, Veno - the maintenance man - came up to us and asked to speak to the guy. I heard him say that there was no soliciting on the property and he (Veno) was pretty sure the kid had already been spoken to about this, so he could see himself through the gate. Now chances are this guy was harmless - at worst trying to swindle a few bucks from me. I didn't get far enough into the situation to find out. But I'm going down to the clubhouse later to thank Veno just in case.