Busy Week

Apparently, my Nebraska drivers license, social security card, and marriage license are not enough to prove that I am in fact, an American citizen, therefore preventing me from getting an Oregon drivers license. The government no longer issues permanent resident cards, and my passport had expired. So, while I can still register my car on my current license, I have to get a new passport before I can get update my Oregon one. Goody.
A week ago, Adam and I met with Renjy, the pastor in charge of the emerging cultures service at Village Baptist. It was great getting to hear his vision and goals for the new ministry. It was also fun watching Renjy and Adam bounce theological tenets off each other and discover that they agree on a lot of points. I say they have a bro-mance blossoming. Adam doesn't like the term. We're having Renjy and his wife Katie (and 7 month old son, Ari) over for dinner on Friday.
It's great timing that the dinner worked out when it did, because on Monday I go into rehearsals for a play! It's a composite of "Trojan Women" and "Hecuba," produced by Lunacy Stageworks. I'll be one of the women in the Greek Chorus, which is actually a pretty significant player in this version of the script. We'll rehearse Sunday through Thursday nights for September, and then perform Thursday through Sunday the first three weekends of October. Each of us involved in the production will receive 2% of the profits, so it is a paid part, but how much will depend on how many people come to the show (I think that's smart, we're all invested in getting as many people in the audience, because our paychecks depend on it!). It probably won't pay much, but I like the company and hopefully it'll lead to more work in the future.
Otherwise, I'm still trying to find another part-time job, not in reception. I've applied for a number of nanny/tutor/teacher's aide positions. Keeping on keeping on....
Poor Adam has been hounded at work again. One of the baristas was let go for being ridiculously late or not calling with enough notice if she couldn't make a shift. Another of the supervisors recently had carpal tunnel surgery and then fell on the wrist, so her recovery has been a lot more painful and debilitating than originally planned. So this last week he's worked probably close to 50 hours, which was normal at the Tea Smith, but on the up side, now he's getting paid for that overtime.
We're hoping to get out to the beach next week to camp for a night. Nestle's never seen the ocean or been in a body of water other than Cummins Lake. We think she'll be totally freaked, but it'll be funny.
I think this week, we're both kind of tired out by the minutiae of carving out a new home.