Oh
my. Two nights ago I was awakened around
3 a.m. by the attempted emergence of a stomach bug. Bravely, and as quietly as possible, I fought
the little monster back and managed to get back in bed around 4 or 4:30. The little dickens returned with a vengeance
at 6:30, however. Woke me from a pretty
sound sleep and introduced me to my fate for the next 6 or so hours. I stayed in the bathroom for until well after
7, at which time Chris was awake. I
treated the day like any other … except for the times (Yep, that’s plural. I stopped
counting how many) I was inspired to revisit those friendly confines of
Indoor Plumbing-ville. Not a pretty
picture.
During
one of my periods of relative health-dom, Chris and I went downtown to the
Strand area. There was a craft show of
some kind going on, so we walked the block checking out the homemade
items. It was fun seeing a few of the
crafters from Seaside’s show last year.
Chris also introduced me to one of the ladies who has been coming to the
ladies Bible study on Tuesday nights. We
bought some pickles from her. Nice lady.
Right
across the street from the show was that nautical salvage place we have been
trying to go to. Chris is still looking
for something to use that looks nautical that will hold a box of Kleenex. It’s a big place, and it is chock full of
stuff they have salvaged from old ships.
Unfortunately, none of it fit the bill for what she has in mind. And I have said it before. If it is in her mind, nothing else will be
good enough. Ah, well. I’m sure she’ll keep on looking.
Since
we were in the area I texted Kel to see if he was delivering mail anywhere
nearby. We tracked him down and said hi. He asked us to do him an interesting favor. Wanted us to go by a certain shop and pick
him up some coffee beans. Being the
incredibly wonderful parents that we are, of course we headed right over. Interesting place. Galveston Coffee Company, or something
equally creative. The guy running it
apparently moved here from Hawaii. The beans
Kel wanted were the Hawaiian bold version.
I’ll have to taste some next time I’m at his house. The guy running the shop also gave me a piece
of gum. He warned me, though. Said it was the strongest mint flavor he has
ever tasted, also from Hawaii. He
assured me that it would clear out my sinuses.
Grinning, I popped it in my mouth.
Let me just say … he was right.
It was powerful stuff. I may have
to go back by there just for the gum.
I was
pretty worn out when we got back home. Chris
let me crash out while she worked on another quilt. She’s trying to finish another one that she is
doing by hand. The part she’s doing now
is a pretty intricate star-looking thing.
It will look pretty amazing when she gets done with it … as usual.
When I
woke up we went over to WalMart (of
course). We had a very specific
list. Five items. They only had one of the five available,
though. Not a problem for me. I was enjoying every minute of it. Lots and lots of tourists mean lots and lots
of people-watching opportunities. I was
sinking pretty fast though. Chris kind
of hustled me out of there before any problems arose that couldn’t be handled
quickly and quietly.
I’m
doing pretty well this morning. I had a
grilled cheese sandwich when we got home last night, and some toast and a
banana this morning, so I think I’m good to go for this fine Sunday
morning. Bring it on.
James
1:16-17 says, “Do not be deceived, my
beloved brethren. Every good thing given
and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights,
with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow.”
Father,
thank you for quick recuperations. Amen.
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