Kel won some tickets to the Sugarland
Skeeters minor league baseball game Friday night. We won the rights to babysitting while they
went. Interesting tradeoff. The Skeeters lost. But their fireworks show after the game
fizzled out, so everybody got free vouchers for tickets to another game … and
another round of babysitting, I suppose.
Another project jumped up at us
yesterday. I think Chris was somehow
inspired by seeing photos of Christi’s kitchen cabinet renovation (which looks
really good, by the way). Our day
started when we took some books to Tiki to Jay and Fran (and did some swapping, too. He
gave us the top decorative piece that was all that was left of Mom and Dad’s
upright desk. He thought we might be
able to come up with some way to use it.
Yet another future project. Keep
em coming), and then we dropped off Jachin’s epi-pens which they left here
when they were staying with us (Those
life-saving shots that can save a life when someone is highly allergic to
something. Not something you want to be
without for very long).
On the way home we were pondering the new
project when Chris’ mind reverted to an old one – the hall bathroom. Not wanting to deal with the 61st
street traffic, which was horrible, by the way, we had already decided to skirt
that interchange and take some back roads.
But then Chris recalled a nautical antique store that April had
mentioned down in the Strand area that sold fish nets. Chris has been wanting an old fish net to use
as a curtain/window covering of sorts in that bathroom. It was obviously time to go get it. In Galveston.
In the summer. On a
Saturday. What are we, crazy? Well, of course.
The store was a lot of fun. Sort of Colonel Bubbie’s meets Popeye. No air conditioning, but they did have lots
of fans going. And the antiques and
salvaged items were quite fascinating. And
the wheels were turning inside Chris’ head.
We found the netting easily enough, but she remembered that one of the towel
racks was hung rather tenuously using just sheetrock anchors. It has fallen several times already, so she
won’t even hang a towel on it now. And
when we have company over, there is really no place for them to hang towels
after a shower. So what good is a towel
rack with no function? From that start ended
up making another purchase. Not one that
I would have ever before considered. We
left there with four and a half feet of … ship’s handrail. And guess what? It looks greats. And now we have a functional place to hang
towels. We even added a few more old pictures. Not sure what Chip and Joanna Gaines would
say about Chris’ design sense, but I am certainly impressed. Now we just have to paint the wall. Oh, and get a plumber over to fix the shower
diverter. Then that room should be completely
finished. And Chris has already declared,
“You know, now that we finished this room, we need to do the whole house.” I thought that’s what we had been doing for the
last seven years.
Colossians 3:1 says, “Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on
things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God.”
Father, thank you yet again for evidences
of your creative heart. Chris has
certainly connected with it, and shows it often, even in little things like a
bathroom renovation. Amen.
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