Well,
that was an eye-opener. Literally.
The
Astros game had ended, they lost, but gave fight.
My
wife and I, long since abed, for the long summer’s night.
The
lights were down, the shades were drawn, ah, blissful sleep it seems.
Our muscles
eased, the covers drawn, our minds engaged in dreams.
When
out of the peace there arose such a clatter,
We jerked
from pour slumber to see what was the matter.
I grabbed
for my cell phone, the source of the blast
And focused
intently on that message last.
And there
in the back light ‘midst clamour exposed
Was one
simple message, “There’s rain here, in droves.”
Well,
thank you, dear Siri for that bit of news.
But
next time I ask you to please let us snooze.
Yep. Simple notification of lots of rain and
flooding. In Houston. All’s well on the Island so far. That’s more than could be said for us
yesterday, however. By this time our
fire fighters were already hard at work battling a fire at a coffee shop on Broadway. And before I could send in my blog, a second
fire sprang up on the other end of the Island at a residence in Sea Isle. Once our guys got that one under control,
before lunch could even be served, yet a third fire was reported, this one in a
room at Shriner’s Burn Hospital. Now that’s
a tough way to start the day. Our fire
fighters were amazing, as usual, though.
They handled all three situations professionally and admirably. Nice job, GFD.
On a
milder note, Chris and I went to the big shoe sale at Academy. Buy one pair and get the second for half
price. I picked my Nikes out right away,
but it took a while to find something that Chris felt comfortable in. She finally settled on some Reeboks, and we
headed to check out. The Nikes were of
course more expensive, so we had figured the Reeboks at half price would still
give us a good deal. But imagine our
surprise when the checker rang up the Reeboks first, and then gave us the Nikes
for half price. Not sure if that was by
design or not, but the computer seemed to agree with her decision, so it was
fine with us. Oh, and to top it off, she
asked me what size T-shirt I wore. After
a brief wait, she handed me a free Reeboks/Academy T-shirt. Not a bad deal at all.
And next
door? There are finally some steps leading
all the way up those treacherous five feet into the front door. I wondered whether that one nosy neighbor
would take advantage of the new opportunity to engage in snoopdom. My query lasted all of one return trip into
the house to make sure the Astros game hadn’t started yet. Er, I mean, I guess that’s what his
hesitation was all about. He finally
headed for the stairs, though. And
quickly proceeded to bump his head on one of the beams sticking out. That had to hurt. Once inside, he must have roamed the floor plan
and been amazed at the outrageous use of space.
There was a tiny front living area open to the kitchen which had a tiny
little laundry area in it. Down the hall
to the left were two teeny little bedrooms with a bathroom in between. To the right was a master suite, with a
bathroom and a really big walk-in closet.
I don’t know any of the dimensions, but my word for the floor plan? Skinny.
Long and skinny. Stay tuned.
1
Peter 2:13-1 says, “Submit yourselves for
the Lord's sake to every authority instituted among men: whether to the king,
as the supreme authority, or to governors, who are sent by him to punish those
who do wrong and to commend those who do right. For it is God's will that by doing good you
should silence the ignorant talk of foolish men.”
Father,
thank you again for caring for our fire fighters during an especially busy day
yesterday. Amen.
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