May 12 – “And in the news …”

I had some struggles yesterday with something I have avoided for a long time: a sore throat.  My hope is that it is just a seasonal allergy thing, and the front that just blew in a bunch of rain will blow away whatever it is that is causing this issue.  That’s all I need to start off our vacation with.

Last night we saw some really good friends from way back in our days at South Oaks Baptist Church in Arlington.  They are staying in Seaside’s retreat center for a week as part of their son’s high school graduation.  Mona and David are among those we have kept up with over the years we have been gone from Arlington.  In fact they were also among the group from South Oaks that was instrumental in getting us back into our house.  Always great to see old friends. 

I realized yesterday that my appointment at 8:30 this morning with an engineer to check out the roof at the church (hail damage) conflicts with our standing Tuesday and Thursday water exercise class.  The class is actually from 7:45 to 8:30, but it does take a few minutes to get out to Seaside.  Ah, well.  There is still Thursday for our swan song (or dive) before vacation.  And we do plan to seek out hotels with pools to continue self-inflicting water-inspired torture upon ourselves.  Can’t have us enjoying this hiatus overmuch, can we?

We managed to catch about 30 minutes of Cailyn’s gymnastics class.  It is becoming frightening how good she is getting.  Way too much of her Dad’s dare-devil gene in her  (Although I understand her Mom was quite the ”overzealous one” as well). She was flipping around one of the bars like she belonged there.  She even walked the balance beam like a pro.  Of course her feet are so narrow that she could put the side by side and both of them were still on the beam.  That may have given her an edge.  She did the vault jump with no problem, and the trampoline run with the flip at the end was impressive.  She’ll be joining the advanced class before she knows it.  And all for one end in her mind: so she can be a cheerleader.  And I’m sure that’s just what her Daddy wants: a drop dead gorgeous daughter performing amazing gymnastic/cheerleading feats of skill and agility.  A veritable vision of loveliness.  Who wouldn’t want to date her, right, Dad?  Of course according to Daddy’s plan, she’s going to be 30 before he approves any such plans.  And even then, every fire fighter in the city, and probably more than a few police officers, will be placed on alert to watch out for her.  I’m feeling sorry for that young man already. 

    

John 3:18 says, “Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.”

Father, thank you for old friends and engineers and future prom dates.  And could you help me kick this throat thing?  Thanks for that, too.  Amen.