How’s that for a start to the day? Saw it at one of the antique stores we
browsed through yesterday. Cute, and
well, true. We tried to make the most of
our day yesterday by walking around in Old Town Spring. It reminded us a lot of that city called
Groene (pronounced Green) that we saw on our vacation. Lots of small shops. Basically a big tourist trap much like the
Strand. We did find one shop, though,
that repairs clocks. They have been
around for 40 years or so. Why such a
find? We have a cuckoo clock that made
its way through Hurricane Ike, but has not worked since. A little problem with rust. They said the whole inside mechanism probably
needs to be replaced. Gonna cost around
$200. Someday. They could also work on the antique mantle clock
Chris got from her Mom. Some day.
From there we returned to the antique store
we never finished walking through. Amazing
place. Over 85,000 square feet. And the best part about it was that I found
several places that had baseball cards from my era. Apparently the line that designates “really
old” has somehow shifted to include the early 1960’s, which is when most of my
cards are from. Once again I am so glad
Mom and Dad never tossed my cards when I went to college. I wonder how much my complete set of Topps
1963 is worth now? There are some in
there that I want to replace with better condition cards, though. I might evem have done some of that
yesterday, but the cubbyholes that had them never had a human being anywhere
around to let me into the locked cabinets to look through them. Apparently you had to walk all the way back
up to the front of the store to get someone to bring a key. Guess I wasn’t all that keen on replacement
cards. Or maybe it had something to do
with that required hike. After all, I was
supposed to be relaxing, right?
The night before at the rehearsal I had
received some clarification on the bride as to how she wanted to do the sand
ceremony portion of the wedding. Not a
problem to change it. I brought the
computer with me, and just had to switch a few words here and there. The problem came when I called the front desk
to see if they could print it for me. The
lady was most accommodating, and assured me that all I had to do was email it
to her and she would have it done in mere minutes. When I walked down to pick it up, however,
she couldn’t get the computer to talk to her printer. She tried every different thing both of us
could think of, and nothing seemed to be working. In the meantime I learned all about her
family and about how she had become a Christian about 6 years ago. Very sweet and engaging lady. I even met a guy who sells breathing
equipment to fire departments and the military.
He came up to have something faxed.
My new friend Dru finally asked when exactly I needed the document. She was going to call tech support, and that
usually took around 30 minutes. I gave
her my cell phone number in case we were out of the room and resigned myself to
having to hand-write the entire portion of the ceremony. Sigh. How
addicted to technology we have become. Thankfully,
we hadn’t left the room yet when she called back and said the document was in
hand. She simply switched computers and
called up her email again, and the printer read it just fine. Whew. Changes
in hand, I cut out what I needed to the right size to fit into my little
wedding handbook. I did still need some
tape, though, so we had one extra stop to make at an HEB before I could finally
breathe a sigh of completion. Bring on
the wedding. And what a wedding it
was. More about it next time.
Galatians 5:22-23 says, “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy,
peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.
Against such things there is no law.”
Father, I’m grateful for emails and faxes
and all this technology, but thank you even more for the times when it brings
people together. Take care of Dru as she
ministers to people through her contact at the front desk. Amen.
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