January 28 – “Goin’ to the radio”

From the looks of things on Weatherbug and out the window, I don’t know if we’re going get any of that harsh winter weather that has been so hyped the past day or two.  Oh, it’s cold enough, all right.  At least for me.  36 degrees.  But it looks like most of the wet stuff is slipping by to our north.  Once again, the advantages of living on a tropical island paradise, I guess.  However, the Galveston school district already closed for the day.  They announced yesterday.  So has the city of Galveston, so no garbage service.  I assume I will still have water therapy this morning, though.  UTMB ignored all the hype and everything connected to them will be open. 

All that being said, Cailyn is here for the day.  The fire department never gets a snow day, thank goodness.  And with UTMB open, April has to go in as well.  So Cailyn arrived last night to spend the night, and was she ever excited.  She was all set to go to the radio.  That sounds kind of confusing, I know.  How do you go to the radio?  You can listen to the radio.  You can go over to the radio and turn it on.  You can even go to the radio station.  But go to the radio?  She was quite insistent.  Now to be fair, we had the advantage of seeing her.  And the visual clues instantly solved the riddle.  She was all decked out in her pink boots and jeans and a cowboy hat.  She even brought a horse.  A huge toy horse.  About the size of a german shepherd.  She brought a boatload of other stuff as well – Barbies and clothes for the Barbies and one of those dolls that looks eerily like their owner (although hers doesn’t look much like her.  It’s a blonde, for one thing.  But it is still rather disconcerting when they dress alike).  Dolls are just creepy things.  The other day when our friends from the Austin area came by to say hi, one of their boys let me know that he was more than a little freaked out by the doll we have in a glass display case.  I assured him it was trapped inside and couldn’t get out.  Of course those other ones in our bedroom were free to roam around at will.  He wasn’t interested in seeing them.  But I digress.  Cailyn was dressed and ready for a trip to the radio.  Very cute stuff.  Of course I have never understood the female fascination for horses.  I guess it has something to do with the hair on both ends that they can brush and put bows in.  Tough luck if you’re a guy horse, I guess.  She assured me that hers was a girl horse, though.  “Because she has long hair, DadDad.”  Of course.  That’s the telltale sign.  I forget that.  I’m a child of the sixties and seventies.  Guys had long hair back then, too. 

She explained that some of the stuff came from her other grandma and some came from her birthday money and she can’t wait to take her Target gift cards and her other birthday money and get some other stuff and … and …

And she didn’t stop talking until we gave her some of that new Blue Bell ice cream flavor – I Love Chocolate.  Milk chocolate ice cream, chocolate chunks coated in chocolate candy, chocolate cake coated with chocolate icing, and a chocolate syrup swirl.  Decadent.  Surprisingly, she fell asleep less than five minutes into Despicable Me.  Her tired defeated the raging sugar in her system.  Took mine a bit longer, but let me just say, ours was a peaceful evening.

1 Peter 5:14 says, “Greet one another with a kiss of love.”  Peace to all of you who are in Christ.”

Father, we could use a few more of those peaceful nights.  Amen.