I guess I started something with my blog
about poopage yesterday. Apparently a
seagull read it. We were innocently
watching our neighbor Brennan play a baseball game last night. Suddenly I felt what I thought was a tiny
trace of a raindrop flick on my arm. I
glanced down in time to see … Chris aghast in horror, groping into her purse
for assistance. Yep. An offensive seagull had targeted her pink
jacket and accomplished a direct hit on her shoulder. She desperately wiped it away as best she
could, and we resumed watching the game.
But the seagull …
Nope, the seagull was not finished. Happy to have found that the usually
ever-moving location of the Seagull Latrine was finally stationary, the seagull
swooped in for another run. Pow! You guessed it. Although he missed the jacket this time he
did find her shirt – a much harder target.
More points, I imagine, in this grand seagull game of skill and
accuracy.
Now I have to say here that I have lived in
Galveston a good portion of my life, and I have never seen anyone nailed twice
in a row like that. I was ready to tip
my cap to that bird. Well, almost
ready. Well, actually I wasn’t about to
take my hat off until we were safely inside the car. Unbelievable.
But the seagull …
No way.
It couldn’t possibly be.
Yep. The seagull returned for a
third and final pass. And it was once
again a successful one. Well, successful
for him. Not so much for Chris. By then I had moved just a little further
away from her. This was absolutely
unheard of. Three shots in about an hour’s
time. Guess our laundry will see a bit
of an volume increase today …
Galatians 2:20 says, “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ
lives in me. The life I now live in the
body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”
Father, thank you for the fun of the baseball
game, and especially for Chris’ great attitude.
Amen.
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