I went to staff meeting yesterday. Didn’t last very long. We talked for a few minutes and then had our prayer time. And then we moved trash cans. I brought up the two new ones, and we then tossed the old ones, garbage and all, into the back of the truck. The new site is just twenty yards or so from the old one, but the only thing across the street is a vacant lot, so we’re hoping it doesn’t complain too much. But speaking of complaining, for some reason Jim doesn't think he wants to add garbage man to his bucket list.
Chris went to the quilt shop yesterday while I watched the Astros game. She has big plans for making at least three more small ones before December. She was gone a long time, though. The entire game in fact. I was just about to call out the search parties when she texted that she was on her way home. And when she arrived, what should she be carrying inside with her? Extra bags. Not quilt shop bags. Bags from HEB. See, we don’t have an HEB in Galveston, so she decided to stop at one in Texas while she was up there. She loved their produce section. Bought a bag of oranges. She even roamed around the store to see what it was really like. But that wasn’t the most exciting thing about her trip. Oh no. She bought me some Minute Maid frozen lemonade. My all-time favorite ball park treat can now be enjoyed in the comfort of my own home. What a gal. She loves me.
We had a gentleman caller for one of our children last night. Freddy was napping by the front door when all of a sudden we heard her bark. Well, if what she does counts as a bark. More like incessant yapping. And her older brother Fritz started in as well. It was obvious that he was none too happy with what was going on. I leaned forward in my chair to see what was happening. And there, standing on our front porch right by the door, was a scruffy, shaggy little mutt, come to call on Freddy. Big brother Fritz obviously didn’t approve. We were willing to give him a chance, albeit a very small one, so we went outside to introduce ourselves. That’s the proper thing to do, isn’t it? Well, the little scruffer would have none of it. He bolted from the porch and around to the side of the house. That simply irritated Fritz more, and now Heidi had joined in the chorus. The combination of meeting the potential in-laws and dealing with an overprotective big brother proved more that Scruff-head could handle. He left the premises and has not been back. Sorry Freddy. Nice job Fritz. Take notes, all you Vaughan brothers out there.
James 5:13 says, “Is any one of you in trouble? He should pray. Is anyone happy? Let him sing songs of praise.”
Father, thank you for our role-model big brother of a dog, Fritz. And for baby sister Freddy. And even for the old woman, Heidi. They have filled their canine role well. Amen.