Chris left me home alone yesterday. Frightening thought, isn’t it? I behaved myself for the most part,
though. She had to meet her sister (the
one who lives in England) in Bay City and the two of them drove to Victoria to
sign some final release papers with the funeral home so that their Dad’s body
could be cremated. They also went over some of the details for the memorial
service we are having tomorrow over at Seaside at 2 p.m.
While she was away I had a typical
day. Went to water exercise. There I realized just how much I have come to
rely on working out right behind Chris in the water. I just can’t always hear what the instructor
says. And I am not alone. Yesterday five or six of us were looking
around with questioning eyes after some new exercises she threw into the
mix. I can usually say “what?” just
under my breath and Chris will turn around and interpret. We managed to muddle through, though.
At home I spent most of the day working on
the teaching for Sunday and the service for Saturday. I was going to let Josh and Kel do most of
the service Saturday, but now it looks like Josh won’t be able to come. His family is in various stages of sick-dom –
from one end or the other, if you know what I mean. While I was fervently trying to stay focused
on the computer, the tell-tale ping of a FaceBook message notification went
off. It was a good friend of ours who
now lives in Minnesota. We chatted
online for a few minutes, and he finally asked for my phone number and called
instead. It was really good to do some
catching up with Gary.
The second phone call I received was not
quite so cordial. Well, I can’t say that
exactly. It was the neuro-surgeon, and
he was very nice on the phone. He called
to tell me he had received the results of the test the neurologist had done in
his office several weeks ago (The one where he stuck all those acupuncture
needles in my back). In these or quite
similar words he explained, “I got the EMG results, and you have a mixed bag in
there. There is some element that
indicates the neuropathy in your feet is from irritation in your back. But there are other things there that mean
some of it could be from something else (of
course it is). So, basically, you
have both issues (of course I do). We still need to do the procedure to tell for sure what would be relieved with your
back surgery. Give me a call to set up the test.” Notice that he never used the word “myelogram”
in his comments. It was “the procedure”
and “the test.” I finally asked him
point blank if he was talking about the myelogram, though. Sadly, he confessed that he was. Sadly on my part, that is. It’s not going to bother him at all.
My third contact was some texting from
Nathan. I was originally supposed to
pick up Cailyn from school, but he was offered some vacation time at work, so
he took it. As it turned out Cailyn was
not at all happy that she wasn’t going to be coming over to our house. Sorry about that, Mom and Dad. Wait.
No I’m not. Here’s a big “Ho Ho
Ho” from Grandparent Heaven over here.
Chris made it home from her all day
journey, and we had some supper. She settled
in on the couch and eventually fell asleep.
I had no problem staying awake to watch the extra-inning Little League
baseball United States semi-final.
Pearland, Texas, defeated California in an exciting eight inning
affair. The walk-off home run was hit by
a youngster who had struck out every plate appearance in the World Series up to
that point. Good for him.
1 Thessalonians 5:19-22 says, “Do not put out the Spirit's fire; do not
treat prophecies with contempt. Test everything. Hold on to the good. Avoid
every kind of evil.”
Father, thank you for the relief of a walk
off home run after five straight strike outs.
Grant that kind of relief of relief to Chris and her siblings after the
service tomorrow. Amen.
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