We had an unexpected close call with
Christina and her baby yesterday. We
were keeping the boys while she and Kel went to Houston for her regular
appointment. It was not long before
Chris began receiving texts from Kel in a play-by-play format. Heart rate keeps dropping. Going for ultrasound. Worried about amniotic fluid. Things like that. And of course since Chris is a nurse, she was
filling in the blanks for me as to what could be going wrong. Fairly stressful couple of hours. We were figuring out how to go about breaking
into their house to get their bags and what we would do without enough car
seats for the boys. It all turned out to
be a false alarm, though. Once
everything was said and done they released her and said she needed to come back
on Monday. Having babies is so much
fun. Never a dull moment.
Christina was at Jachin’s baseball game
last night, just as perky as ever.
Jachin’s team lost the game 10 to 3, but he was player of the game for
his team. He went 3 for 3 with a home
run and scored two of the three runs.
That’s my grandson. The whole
team is getting better every week. Even
the little bitty seven year olds got the bat on the ball. A few of them even made it to first
base. I got a kick out of one play in
particular. A big guy from the other
team hit a smash to our third baseman.
He fielded it fairly cleanly. So
far so good. He heaved it across the diamond. Well, it was more like he arced a rainbow,
but it did make it all the way to Jachin at first. The runner beat it out, but it was a very
close play. Our coach, the indomitable
Kel, called time and approached the umpire.
“It
was a really close play. We are losing. It would really help me out if you
would just call him out." The perplexed umpire thought for a
moment or two. Then he called over his
colleague. After a brief conference … the
call was reversed. Unbelievable. The other coach went ballistic for a moment
or two, and ran out on the field to argue, but it must have hit him that they were
way ahead. He changed his mind and
returned to the dugout, actually chuckling along with the rest of us. Gotta love baseball.
Speaking of Kel and Christina, it looks
like the sale of their house in Galveston will finally go through. The buyer’s inspector found some plumbing
issues, so a friend of Kel’s went over to take care of them. He found out that the cast iron sewer pipes
were pretty much rusted through and pouring out under the house. I went over to let him in the house and he
showed me some pictures of it. He also
gave me a … thorough … history of plumbers.
I now know why plumbers are the ones called to deal with gas leaks. And I have heard the history of a school explosion
somewhere that happened because they were using unregulated natural gas runoff
from oilfields. And I heard all about
the stuff they put in gas lines to make it smell and how too much of the stuff
can cause the pipes to break down. And …
well, suffice it to say, the guy was really passionate about his profession,
and he really liked to talk. He was a
great guy, though, and he gave Kel a great deal on the work. Now they just have to get through closing,
and they will be done with their antique Galveston adventure.
Psalms 89:2 says, “I will declare that your love stands firm forever, that you
established your faithfulness in heaven itself.”
Father, thank you for protecting our little
baby. Bring her here when she – and you –
are ready. Amen.
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