Our
day certainly filled up quickly. It
started pretty early when I got a call that the little girl who I was going to
visit in the hospital before her surgery at 11:00 was now going into surgery at
9 instead. Not a big problem. I just had to shift into a bit higher
gear. I made it in plenty of time, in
spite of the pea soup fog blanketing the Island. And as it turned out, they didn’t take back
into surgery until … ready for this one? … 11:01. Of course.
Oh, and she came out of the surgery just fine.
My
next task was to knock out some glass. I
know. Sounds … fun. Well, doesn’t it? Actually, our back door had the outer pane of
a two-pane panel broken by an errant flying rock last time I ran the weedeater. Full door-size panel. That’s a lot of glass. And it was all still intact within the door
frame, albeit shattered to a million pieces.
The door guy at the lumber company that installed it said it would be a
good idea to remove the glass as soon as possible, especially if we had
children around. Also …. Don’t slam the
door. Often the two come together, and
since we were hosting the LaMarque Vaughan kids last night, we deemed it an
opportune time to get the glass out. We
taped some of the glass to try to avoid too much scattering. Yeah, that didn’t work. This would be a task requiring surgical
precision. We gathered together Nathan’s
old fire glove and a knife and a screwdriver and a garden spade and a broom and
the wet/dry vac. And finally we dug
in. It took a lot longer than we
anticipated. Oh, the middle glass came
out easy enough, but that panel of glass extended well into the frame of the door
itself. No wonder to replace it, we have
to replace the entire door (We are still
waiting to hear back from the door guy on a price. We may just live with one frame for the next ten
or fifteen years). It took forever
to chop and cut and scrape enough of the edges to keep sharp remnants from being
available to small hands. I think we’re
good, though. We filled up a good sized
garbage bag with diamond-like particles of glass. And the patio has never been as clean as it
is right now.
Ah,
and in the midst of it all, Chris was washing clothes. And what to our wondering eyes should appear …
but a backed up sewer and a plumber with his gear. Yep.
About once a year we have to have our friend Jimmy, the Plumber come
over and, with surgical precision, run his heavy-duty snake through the system
to clear it out. And it has become more
and more apparent that the issue is really on the city’s side of things rather than
ours. But we are clear once again,
hopefully for another year. We like
seeing Jimmy. Just wish it was in Home
Depot or at church …
Remember
the performance of basketball skills Luke gave at Zak’s basketball game when we
were in Waco? Well, last night he and
his group of Tremendous Tots reprised the action … at a Baylor University men’s
basketball game during their halftime. We
watched the game hoping for a glimpse, but of course the network just knew we
would much prefer seeing talking heads than our delightful grandson showing up
all the college players with the skill of, well, of a surgeon (Which he, of course actually did. His Daddy sent us a video). Baylor did win the game, but we know who won the
halftime show, don’t we?
Psalms
139:13-14 says, “For you created my
inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and
wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
Father,
thank you for being with little Haisley and her docs. Help her as she recovers from the surgery. Amen.
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