crazy small world

for about a month, i have been dealing with a crappy leak in my bathroom sink. i'm a procrastinator with this stuff, just like i am with going to the dentist. i don't know if i think it will magically disappear or what, but anyway. i hate dealing with stuff.

so i was firmly in denial til this morning, when the water started flowing out from underneath the KITCHEN sink. okay. that's over the top. i had to call a plumber. since i have absolutely no referrals or knowledge of a good plumber, i went to the phone book. i kind of prayed, but not really. mostly i just looked for the right ad. not too big, not too small, professional but simple. found one, called the guy and he said he'd be over in a couple of hours.

dax has been here all day. turns out, he lives about a block away, and has for the whole time i have been here too. he is mexican, an immigrant from california 8 years ago. he loves my house (which is spanish) and says it reminds him of home. he says he loves my landscaping, and his family walks by here and admires it often (have never seen them, i don't think). he has a wife and two little ones, a 38 day old baby girl, and a three year old boy (daxcito!) with downs syndrome. he told me about how God changed his heart by giving him his son.

right now, i hear him talking spanish to Siesta, which is just hilarious.

i cannot believe how the Lord is even in the phone book.