June 23 – “Did … Fido?”

Started our day yesterday with a little family ministry.  Kel had to take his car into the shop and needed a ride to work afterwards.  He had an oil leak, and the people he took it to to get it changed refused to do the work.  So brought it down to Galveston to our mechanic Dennis.  As it turned out there was a serious problem with the drain plug.  It was completely stripped out.  It took some doing, but Dennis got the leak stopped with a bigger sized plug.  We picked up the finished vehicle and took it over to Kel when he got off work.  

Had an interesting spell-check experience that I still don’t understand at all.  I typed in the word “did.”  Sounds simple enough, right?  The all-knowing and all-powerful spell-check program changed it.  I’m sure the intent was just to be of assistance.  Any guesses what that simple word “did” became?  “Fido.”  What?

Galveston had another round of those hard-driving thunderstorms like those that came through on Sunday.  Really hard, wind-driven rain that fell in buckets.  At one point I looked out the front door and was greeted with a round, frightening collection of very sharp-looking teeth.  Disturbing.  I opened the door carefully to see what kind of creature the storm had driven upon our porch.  Cautiously I approached.  Then, with the quickness and skill of a ninja, I grabbed the beast with both hands.  Struggling to control it, I managed to get it inside the front door where it settled down rather quickly.  And what was this unexpected interloper?  Someone’s errant beach ball with a picture of a shark’s open mouth on it.  The wind had picked it up from somewhere and decided that our house was as good a new home as any.  Maybe I can post a picture of it on FaceBook, but Freddy kind of likes it, so I’m not sure she’ll let it go …

Proverbs 18:10 says, “The name of the Lord is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.”

Father, thank you for fun surprises that arrive with scary storms.  Amen.

Started our day yesterday with a little family ministry.  Kel had to take his car into the shop and needed a ride to work afterwards.  He had an oil leak, and the people he took it to to get it changed refused to do the work.  So brought it down to Galveston to our mechanic Dennis.  As it turned out there was a serious problem with the drain plug.  It was completely stripped out.  It took some doing, but Dennis got the leak stopped with a bigger sized plug.  We picked up the finished vehicle and took it over to Kel when he got off work. 

Had an interesting spell-check experience that I still don’t understand at all.  I typed in the word “did.”  Sounds simple enough, right?  The all-knowing and all-powerful spell-check program changed it.  I’m sure the intent was just to be of assistance.  Any guesses what that simple word “did” became?  “Fido.”  What?

Galveston had another round of those hard-driving thunderstorms like those that came through on Sunday.  Really hard, wind-driven rain that fell in buckets.  At one point I looked out the front door and was greeted with a round, frightening collection of very sharp-looking teeth.  Disturbing.  I opened the door carefully to see what kind of creature the storm had driven upon our porch.  Cautiously I approached.  Then, with the quickness and skill of a ninja, I grabbed the beast with both hands.  Struggling to control it, I managed to get it inside the front door where it settled down rather quickly.  And what was this unexpected interloper?  Someone’s errant beach ball with a picture of a shark’s open mouth on it.  The wind had picked it up from somewhere and decided that our house was as good a new home as any.  Maybe I can post a picture of it on FaceBook, but Freddy kind of likes it, so I’m not sure she’ll let it go …

Proverbs 18:10 says, “The name of the Lord is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.”

Father, thank you for fun surprises that arrive with scary storms.  Amen.