Ah,
Monday. Or should that be Yawn,
Monday? Oh, I attacked my Monday morning
list with a vengeance, as always. Managed
to wade through a good number of the items, too. But I have to admit I was stricken by the
malady that affected a million or so of the good baseball fans in America …
Game Five-itis. The Wild and Wacky World
Series game didn’t end officially until 12:38 A.M. Of course we were right there to the bitter
end, too. Not just because we had a houseful
of company, either. I would have been up
for this game even if it was just me and Chris and Freddy (Our usual season tickets box seats occupants. And by season tickets I mean couch-comfy,
right in front of the TV screen, replay available, snacks and bathroom nearby
season tickets). But I didn’t wake
up until right at 7 a.m. That’s about an
hour past my usual. And then there was
the inevitable sleep deprivation funk syndrome that half of the Houston area
was experiencing, or at least writing about on FaceBook. It was a good funk, though. I’d welcome another, oh say … tomorrow …
after another victory tonight to win the whole series.
We
had Cailyn duty yesterday, so we picked her up after school. On the way home we ran by the fire station to
say hi to Daddy and slide down the whirly-gig slide they have at station
four. From there we stopped by their
house to get her suitcase for the night.
By the time we got back to our house it was time to start supper. Cailyn’s choice? Breakfast for supper – bacon and eggs and
toast. All because that is something “Mommy
and Daddy never let me do at home.” Come
on, Mommy and Daddy.
Oh,
and speaking of Daddy, he texted while we were eating. Wanted to know if we had made it to softball
practice. Oops. I never got that memo. I asked what time it started. He replied, “…Like … now.” We gobbled down that last piece of bacon,
raced back over to her house to pick up her softball gear, and made our way to
the field. She arrived in plenty of time
to take her swings in batting practice and turn in some pretty spectacular
fielding gems as well. That’s my
girl.
So on
to preparations for tonight. Halloween
Bible give-away to the hundreds of kiddos who come through our neighborhood,
followed by, and probably intruded upon by our Astros watch party. Come on over around 5:30. We’ll order pizza. Bring whatever you want to add to that and a
bag of candy to hand out to the kids.
1
John 5:3 says, “This is love for God: to
obey his commands. And his commands are not burdensome.”
Father,
use the New Testaments we hand out tonight to speak to the hearts of some
families. Amen.
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