We
were met with quite the unusual sight on our way to physical therapy the other
day. The traveling barricade. We were casually driving down the seawall,
minding our own business (and the speed limit
laws, of course), when all of a sudden, from out of nowhere on our left (not the beach side), came flying across
two lanes of traffic ... one of those traffic barricades used by construction
workers. Not off the ground, mind
you. It was gliding across the street
like it had a tiny little unseen driver and retractable wheels. Fortunately Chris spotted the approaching
menace, slowed down, and changed lanes to avoid the impending crash. And as we drove past we saw the harried
construction worker, obviously in charge of the barricade, running as fast as
he could trying his best to catch up with the errant barrier. He did finally make contact, but it took
every bit of his energy to get the travelling barricade back to its designated
spot in the road. Unusual things happen
on our Island when the wind blows from any direction other than off of the
Gulf.
Last
night Chris finished wrapping Christmas presents. I was a big helper, though. I handed her name tags all filled out in
festive fonts of my own creation. Once the
gifts were all deposited under the tree she sighed and declared, “It finally
feels like it’s Christmas around here.” I
thought the 83 or so Hallmark Christmas movies we have watched since I have
been home from the hospital would have contributed to that feeling …
I
had an unusual text-based counseling session yesterday. A guy was about to perform his first ever
wedding ceremony as an officiant. He
signed up online to get credentials from somewhere, and they sent him two
different marriage licenses. He wanted
to know if he had to use both of them.
Kind of surprised him I think, to learn that neither of them means
anything as far as the state is concerned.
He could fill those out if he wanted to, but he just needed to be sure
and fill out the actual marriage license and get it sent back in.
We
had a late-night treat last night provided by our neighbors across the
street. Christmas Cupcakes. They were hijacked from their original
destination, an end-of-the-year class Christmas party at the elementary
school. And why were we enjoying
them? A water main broke near the
school, so they had to cancel all classes for the day. It was the last day of school before
Christmas break, and all they had scheduled were the parties, so lots of
festive treats found their way to the happy tummies of forgotten grandparents
and neighbors. No complaints from this
guy …
Psalms
119:114 says, “You are my refuge and my
shield; I have put my hope in your word.”
Father,
thank you for protecting us from that wandering barricade. And thanks as well for the treats last
night. Be with Robert and his wedding
ceremony. Amen.
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