I
remember the days when on January 3rd we already knew what college football
team was national champion (well, at
least who was ranked number one). Basketball
was well under way. And of course we
were one month closer to the Holy Grail of all sporting events … Baseball Spring
Training. Now we have four more days to
wait and another “prime time” national event football game to watch. Much (Although
certainly not all) of college basketball is looking suspiciously like
whatever that game is the professionals play (It is NOT basketball). The
clock IS still ticking toward Spring Training though. There is that …
It
is rainy and cold here. Around 50
degrees. Galveston’s dead of
winter. Miserable.
I
had a surgeon appointment yesterday. It
was an extra one so she could re-check the incision again. Making sure there is no infection. All looked good, but I still have to go back
next week as well. Something about six
weeks post surgery being a magical number …
We
did do something on the way home that I have never done before. Do I need a drumroll here? We stopped at one of the newer places on the Seawall
to get a bit of lunch. Not so unusual in
itself, but what we ordered was. The
name of the place is Texadelphia. Kind of
a weird hybrid Yankee-ism trying to appeal to Texans, it sounded like to
me. But our purpose was one thing only …
to try a Philly cheese steak. I have
never done that in my storied career. Apparently
neither has Chris. She googled it during
my appointment to see what to expect, so she had a head start on stomach
preparations. Hers was some kind of
flatbread chicken thing. I went for the
traditional, store owner’s favorite (Well,
except I canceled the jalepenos).
Whatever was left on there turned out to be pretty good, though. I think I would even go back again … on
purpose. Guess I am now a man of the
world … the Philadelphia Yankee world.
Psalms
121:4 says, “He will not let your foot
slip — he who watches over you will not slumber”
Father,
thank you for new experiences. They can
be really exciting. Bring them on. Amen.
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