Well,
we got the “official” official word on Cailyn’s wrist injury. It is NOT broken after all. Good news there. She’ll still be sore for a while. And I hope she’ll be a little more mindful of
her Tony Hawk’ing. Not more careful,
necessarily. That would defeat the
purpose of bravely attempting new things.
One
of those memory things popped up on my FaceBook feed yesterday. Apparently five years ago our good friends
from Arlington were here for a visit. We
went to Jimmy’s on the Pier for some seafood.
I reposted it and mentioned with a sigh that we should do it again
sometime. Cary and Kay Lynn almost
immediately responded to the photo. They
said they were ready. Some other
Mansfield friends jumped in to say they wanted a piece of the Galveston action
as well. Then the Winkle’s son Corbin
added a picture of his new baby girl in an “Island” dress. We gotta get some sand between that
youngster’s toes while she’s young so she’ll always want to come back to
Galveston. I just saw yet another Mansfield
friend mention that they have been checking in on our virtual worship
service. I finally answered with a
blanket invitation, asking when everyone’s arrival time was. No response to that one yet. Guess we’ll have to settle for a slice of
leftover pizza we have frozen in the fridge.
I
am pretty excited that we have a baptism tomorrow. Beaches still open …
Our
other task yesterday was yard work.
Mowing and edging, of course. But
this time we also tackled some tree trimming.
Sycamore branches were obstructing my path when I mowed. That’s a death penalty offense. For the branch, not the tree. And I also trimmed out the middle of our huge
oleander bush in the front yard. It is
obstructing our view when we try to back out of the driveway. I got grudging approval to trim it under
those specific conditions from the oleander queen herself, Betty Head. Mrs. Betty, by the way, turned 92 years old
yesterday. Happy birthday, you Spring
Chicken.
Ephesians
4:32 says, “Be kind and compassionate to
one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.”
Father,
please watch over Mrs. Betty. She’s a
very sweet lady who meant a lot to my Mom.
Amen.
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