These
kinds of episodes haven’t happened during the day yet. That’s when she obsesses over who everyone is
in her picture book and how they fit together, or when her dentist appointment
will be, or what day today is, or who was someone who could trim her fingernails
and put some of that polish on them.
Sometimes she does say some really random things. Chris took her to the doctor to check out a
particular pain she was having consistently in her hip. Gotta be careful about those elderly hips. Turns out it was tendonitis, and she got a
shot to relieve it. But while she was
being examined by the nurse practitioner, she asked Chris, “Is she the one who
is going to work on my fingernails?” The
nurse took it in stride and chuckled at the unexpected comment.
Here’s
a quick look at our Spring Break hosting experience for yesterday. It was Beach Day. Mike, the Dad, was really wanting to try out
wade fishing. That’s probably my fault. It is my fishing style of choice, and they
have heard me talk about it. Christina
brought down her kids to join them, so the Moms and kids disappeared to a part
of the beach where there actually was some sand, leaving Mike and me to brave
the rocks and enter the swirling waves.
Yep. It was pretty rough, and the
tide was pretty high as well. That meant
our first obstacle was slippery rocks. And
the slippery rocks won round one. At
least with me. I slipped on the final
one and baptized myself into the water.
Into the icy cold, less than sixty degree water. It was freezing. We were determined to give it a try, though,
so I got up and headed on in. Mike made
it without too much trouble. He’s much
younger than me. We couldn’t even make
it out to the first sand bar, though, and it was so choppy we never even got a
bite. It didn’t take long and I started
shivering from the cold. Oh, the air was
really nice and warm, but about the time the sun had done its warming work,
another evilly cold wave would crash and destroy all the warmth, replacing it
with teeth-chattering cold. I think I lasted
maybe 30 minutes before I had to pull out.
Mike immediately joined me. I’m sure he was just being nice to the old
man so I wouldn’t feel bad. I’m sure he
could have stayed for hours. After all
he is from Lubbock. It’s cold up there
all the time. He decided to move down to
where the kids were playing and join them for even more ice-water fun. Being the generous guy that I am, I volunteered
to take the poles back to the house and get them rinsed off. Of course the perks of that position included
first shot at the hot shower. But as I finished
up my shower I noticed something was wrong ...
But that’s a story for another day.
2
Peter 1:12-15 says, “So I will always
remind you of these things, even though you know them and are firmly
established in the truth you now have. I
think it is right to refresh your memory as long as I live in the tent of this
body, because I know that I will soon put it aside, as our Lord Jesus Christ
has made clear to me. And I will make
every effort to see that after my departure you will always be able to remember
these things.”
Father,
thank you for those strange things called memories. They give us a connection to our past that
can sometimes be precious. Inscribe some
good ones on Mike and Serena and Wyatt this week. And inspire some good ones in Mom. Maybe a balanced worksheet or the location of
the printout? Amen.
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