Sigh. Another big computer work day yesterday. I’m doing my best to get at least a little
ahead for when we are at the Baptist convention starting Sunday. Then Cousins’ Camp right after that. Then a possible mystery tour after we return
some cousins back to Waco. Hey … at
least we will get a chance to try out our new car on a road trip.
Chris
asked me to go shopping with her. Not
leave-the-Island shopping, though. So I
went. I think she felt sorry for me
since I haven’t been able to walk with her in the mornings because of my
knee. She’s up to four miles on her
own. I’m impressed. And a little jealous. I see the orthopedist tomorrow. Maybe some answers beyond “getting old” lie
in my future. Besides, how could I resist
the appeal of a fair maiden for protection?
We
went first to Academy. She has been
looking for some sandals for some time now.
The ones she had literally fell apart.
Duct tape only goes so far, even in designer colors. Unbelievably, that trip was a rousing
success. She was trying to decide
whether to settle for a pair that just didn’t quite fit. Meanwhile, I was engaged in every little boy’s
dream when trapped in a shoe department.
Legos with shoeboxes. What marvelous
things one can build when given enough time to oneself. Not that I was doing anything so
juvenile. Not me. I was merely digging back behind a huge pile
of shoeboxes, diligently searching for the right size to meet me wife’s
need. And wouldn’t you know it? There it was.
Her size. Even came in a
Teva. I donned my shining armor, hopped
on my white steed and galloped over to where she was trying on the too-small
shoes. Ta-da. Victory.
The ones I provided fit perfectly.
And if they are true to their predecessors, they will last for years to
come.
The
rest of the journey was kind of anticlimactic.
We went to WalMart, of course. Searching
for a particular size picture frame there.
Nope. I did, however, almost get
light sabered with a pool noodle in the parking lot. It would have been one thing had it been a
child. I could have gone all Han Solo on
him. I was, after all, already clad in
my white knight’s armor. But it was
clearly a Mom. I did offer her my bared
neck should she want another swipe at me, but she refused, apologizing
profusely. Her husband, meanwhile,
snickered in the background. No such
excitement at Randall’s, although we did get some dog food and fruit there. Oh, well.
Give me a run-in with a Jedi over a boring yet successful fruit and dog
food run any day.
Psalms
86:12-13 says, “I will praise you, O Lord
my God, with all my heart; I will glorify your name forever. For great is your love toward me.”
Father,
thank you for Tevas and pool noodles and shoeboxbox-sized Legos. Oh, and shining armor. That’s pretty special, too. Amen.
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