Lots of talk going on in the paper and
around town about the anniversary of the 1900 Storm. Pretty horrendous event in the history of
Galveston. Worst natural disaster in the
history of the United States, in fact.
It developed a healthy respect for hurricanes and a certain pride of
resiliency among the citizens of the city that has continued to this day. I for one have certainly bought into the respect
for the storms, and the house I live in is a monument to that resiliency. Galveston is just a great place to live. There is nothing quite like getting the sand
between your toes, because once it’s there, it never quite goes away. There is always the call of the Gulf
somewhere in the back of your mind, and the sweet aroma of sea water embedded
in your nostrils. Makes you proud to be a
Galvestonian.
OK.
So much for my Chamber of Commerce rant.
But yesterday was, after all, the last holiday weekend of the summer
season. And the beaches were filled to
the gills with tourists. And we … stayed
home. Yep, that’s the usual local
response to the massive influx of visitors to the Island. Well, at least those of us who are not
directly involved in the tourist industry.
Since my water therapy ended on Friday, and Monday would have been my
next session, Chris twisted my arm to go on a walk with her. I actually made it a mile. I know she could have gone much further, but
my back was tightening up, so she stopped with me. Little did I know that meant we were going
inside to continue the workout doing the core exercises the physical therapist
sent home with me. I know. My wife loves me. Not so much my back, though. Especially after I followed up the exercise
session by mowing the grass. Made it
through the back yard without too much trouble.
The grass was really high, though, after all the rain we have had. That led to trouble in the front yard. This mower just stops when it gets
overheated. No warning or anything. It just stops. And it won’t start again until it feels like it
can continue. I know that must have been
the case at least fifteen times. I did
get the front and a lot of the side finished before the rain started. Yep.
More rain. I only got a small bit
of the weed eating done because of the downpour. No edging at all in the front yard. Chris did get some plants repotted, though,
so she was happy.
Once inside and showered I did some more
work for the church, and then retired to the couch for my Labor Day holiday to
truly begin. We watched the bulk of the
Astros game, of course. 10-9 loss after
falling behind 8-2. We also kept
switching back over to watch the Labor Day marathon showing of the entire
season one of The Librarians. It was a
show we discovered last year, so we had seen many of the episodes. The Librarians are a group tasked with protecting
the world from the incursions of dangerous magic and weirdness. Starts back up again in November. It’s a fun show.
We also watched some of the Ohio State-West
Virginia football game. We saw the play
where the West Virginia quarterback was run over by an unobstructed 300 plus
pound freight train of a defensive tackle.
Injured his collarbone when the massive vehicle landed on top of
him. Ouch.
Galveston pride. Happy wife.
Well-exercised body. Astros
baseball. College football. That’s a great
holiday.
1 Timothy 6:6 says, “But godliness with contentment is great gain.”
Father, thank you for the spirit of resiliency
that makes Galveston special. Amen.
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