September 19 – “Storm chasing?”

Another cooped-up day was on tap as the rain continued.  All Tropical Storm Imelda could muster was a robust five miles per hour on her forward speed, so we were stuck with more and more bands of rain.  During one interval Chris and I went out in the back yard armed with brooms.  I dug a quick trench and between us we did our best to “assist” the water standing near the house in it trek toward the side where everything drains.  Looks like some kind of French drain or out-and-out ditch may be in one garden’s future. 

We did get a call that our truck was ready to be picked up from the mechanic.  We braved the potential floods and made our way there.  All the work we had talked about was done … and more.  A few more things had come up that he had to take care of, like the brake lines were corroded and burst.  It all still fit into our contingency budget, though.  Well, actually we went over by $13.51.  Not too bad.  And there were a few things that were minor that we just put on the list for the next visit.  In the meantime, now we need to save up enough to get it painted before the famous Galveston rust can completely destroy it. 

Last night Jachin was apparently getting a little stir crazy being stuck at home.  So he and his brothers conspired to get invited over here for supper.  Even offered to have his Mom do the cooking for supper and bring it over.  Of course they forgot to tell their Mom about it.  And they forgot that they were using her phone.  Or maybe Christina just finally figured it out.  Either way, she texted and said she had discovered the siblings’ plot.  They did come over, though.  We ate beans and rice and watched the Astros game.  Not a bad stormy evening. 

Today we head into Texas (right behind ol’ Imelda, but no, we are not storm chasing).  A group of Seasiders is trying again to see the outdoor production of The Promise in Glen Rose.  That’s the one where Chris and I got sick and left behind in Waco and the event ended up getting rained out.  Here we go …

Ephesians 4:1 says, “As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received.”

Father, be with us on the road as we head northward into the stormy Texas weather.  Amen.