Next
stop was the old county courthouse. We had
to renew Mom’s handicapped placard. I
guess that should be “placard for the handicapped.” The card didn’t have any physical limitations
that met the requirements on the application.
At least not any that that I could see.
That took a while. Only two
workers to handle about ten of us in line.
Someone got back from lunch though, so the pace picked up. They had no questions for us, though, other
than to tell us that we had done more authentication than they required. Yeah Us.
Then
we drove down to the Strand area to look at antique shops for a cabinet to
display Chris’ Precious Moments collection.
It has been in boxes in a closet ever since we moved back into the house
after Hurricane Ike. She has a very
specific idea of what she wants, though, and I guess she just hasn’t seen the
exact one yet that matches the picture in her head. Problem there was … they were all
closed. I guess Wednesday is their
weekend. Oh, well. We didn’t particularly want to pay to park
anyway.
Next
we stopped by the fire station so Chris could officially meet the
administrative assistant, Trish. They
have been trying to connect since I became chaplain. And … she was at lunch. Maybe next time.
On
to Home Depot. The search this time was
for a specific kind of lily that Chris wants to plant on the side of our
house. I think she wants a canna lily as
opposed to calla lily. Or it may be the
other way around. They didn’t have
whichever one she wanted though. So …
moving right along.
Randalls
was next. Picked up a prescription for
Mom and some more coffee beans. Gotta
have that Starbucks Sumatra. Good
stuff. We filled up the gas tank while
we were there too. Thirty cents a
gallons off because of our coffee purchase.
Nice.
Final
stop? Well, WalMart, of course. We went through it pretty fast though. Had to pick up Cailyn from school. She was pretty surprised to see both of us
standing there. Grabbed each of us by the
hand and almost skipped to the car. It’s
great when she is in a good mood.
I
closed out my day by mowing the grass.
Front and back. And about half of
the lot next door. Couldn’t finish it,
though. A couple of reasons. Time, for one. I had to be at Seaside for prayer time, so I could
say I ran out of time. The mower quit
once and I had to clean the filter. Then the weedeater ran out of line and I had
to change that. Finally the lawn mower
simply ran out of gas. Yeah, that’s
it. It was the lawn mower that ran out
of gas. Or was that me?
Reading
back through this blog, it sounds like I was doing some complaining, but that
was not at all the case. I was just
happy to be hanging out with my wife doing everyday mundane stuff. Makes me appreciate even more the incredible
gift God gave in Jesus. And in Chris.
Matthew
11:28-30 says, “Come to me, all you who
are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for
I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”
Father,
I do thank you for those two particular amazing gifts. Jesus.
Chris. I am humbled by your
grace. Amen.
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