Well, after that hard work the day before,
yesterday’s major, all-day rain event was actually a welcome sight for me. Of course it was frustrating to watch the
concrete patio block sink a little as they settled into place, but the dip
isn’t quite as obvious as it was before.
And more importantly, the ground doesn’t look like an earthquake just
happened. Still looks like a sinkhole
lurking just beneath the surface, though.
Eight or ten more bags of dirt ought to solve that. Some day.
With the rain falling and Chris still not
feeling good at all, we decided to stick around the house and pretend like it
was a real day off. That meant watching
TV for the most part. After all, the
NCAA tournament is going on, and there have already been a lot of underdogs
making some great showings. We even
managed to slip in a few episodes of Fringe, our newest Netflix discovery. Actually we have been watching it for a while
now. We are already on season four out
of five. Very strange show about
inexplicable events and the team that investigates them.
Our other task for the day was to begin
talking about our proposed vacation this summer. Looks like we may put off the Alaska cruise
until we can save some more money.
Option number two, though, looks very promising. We may just take off in the car again. This time, though, we may even get out if
Texas. We have something that Chris
wants to take to a half-sister in Louisiana.
The itinerary from there, however, is wide open. Are the Florida Keys worth the drive, or are
they just more Gulf Islands? After all,
we live on one of those. And we have
never been to Vermont, so I have a sneaking suspicion that may be our
goal. Of course we’ve never been to
Minnesota, either. Maybe on the way
home. How far out of the way could it
be? First we need to get one of those
antique things we used to use all the time.
I think they still exist. We used
to call them maps. See, the problem with
the app on the phone is, we can’t see the big picture all at once. Ah, well.
As you can see, it’s gonna us a while to get this thing sorted out. Those of you who live in that general strike
zone, though … watch out. We may just
show up.
Psalms 10:17 says, “You hear, O Lord, the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and
you listen to their cry”
Father, wherever we end up this summer,
whether on the road or just watching some Astros baseball on TV, would you come
with us? Amen.
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