Happy birthday to you, my Young Padawan, bearer of my name unto the next era, father of five of my esteemed grandchildren, and the one who made my retirement a more-quickly attained reality. And to borrow from an ancient blessing from the far North … “May your day be merry and bright.”
Speaking
of the Northern nether-reaches … this frigid, 40 degree weather is miserable down
here on the tropical coast. Makes us
want to just stay inside and work on jigsaw puzzles all day. Wait. I’m
retired now. Technically I can do just
that. And I kind of did. Of course that puzzle is the one created by
an evil person. So many edge pieces. I have two or three of the letters figured
out, but even that part is maniacally laughing at me as I scratch my head in
bumfuzzledility.
But
no, I didn’t work on the puzzle all day.
It just seemed like it. There are
some things I just can’t seem to get out of my system. For instance, I spent at least an hour and a half
addressing and writing good wishes on birthday cards. Maybe I don’t need to be doing that anymore,
but as that old-school part of me always says, “Hey. Who doesn’t like to receive mail that isn’t a
bill?” Besides, what else am I to do while
Chris is faithfully executing her cardiac rehab duties?
Well,
if my calculations are correct (and if the time stamp on today’s newspaper
is not a misprint), today is Saturday.
And not only that, it is Saturday of weekend number two of Mardi Gras
festivities. That can only mean one
thing. Stay in the house. College basketball on TV, or maybe a movie or
two, calling out to me. Evil puzzle on
the table, glaring at me. Perhaps even a
nap somewhere in there with my name on it?
Proverbs
29:25 says, “Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the
Lord is kept safe.”
Father,
thank you for our first-born son. Bless
him and his family as they work together serving you and each other. Amen.
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