Yesterday was “set up to attack the
roaches” day. Seems some of the critters
were already making a Spring appearance.
They were seen lolling around the kitchen in the retreat center at
church. Our pest control company
actually called last week to set up an appointment, but we couldn’t connect on
a time because of all the Easter preparations.
We have a time now. This morning
at 8 a.m.
About ten minutes after we completed that
call, the phone rang. I saw on caller ID
that it was the pest control company again.
Hmm. I wondered if they had made
a scheduling error and were calling to reschedule or something. But no.
It was simply time for them to come to our house and spray here,
too. Bring it on. That one is on the books for Wednesday
afternoon. Guess it's just the season.
We went to Jachin’s baseball game at Herman
Park in the middle of Houston. At
5:30. Unfortunately there were three
or four wrecks along the way to exacerbate the already heavy traffic. We hit slowdowns of five, seven, and nine
minutes (according to Google Sir’s estimation).
I’m pretty sure her calculations were a bit on the low side. As it turned out we only missed part of the
first inning. Oh, and the good guys
won.
I forgot to mention that we got back to our
walking yesterday as well. Not that we haven’t
been exercising. All this fence-work and
yard-work has been wearing me out, at least.
Gotta keep tuned up for that upcoming Alaska trip …
Psalms 47:1 says, “Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with cries of joy.”
Father, thank you for baseball games and
neighborhood walks and even chances to meet up with the Bug Guy. I’m really glad the little things count with
you. Amen.
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