March 13 – “Article of the Mundane”

Boy, did we ever have a retirement-style day yesterday.  One to write home about, that’s for sure.  I mean we could submit this one to a journal for senior adult living and in would for sure get published.  Well, now that I think about it, maybe not.  It would probably be considered “too usual.”

 

My bottom line for the day was, of course, college basketball.  Or, for the purposes of our Article of the Mundane, sitting in front of the TV all day.  Once again, we were treated to an array of great games.  Several were nail biters.  Others ended up looking like blowouts, but they were actually really good games. 

 

Now I couldn’t just sit on the couch and veg all day, could I?  Well, I guess I could have, but I moved a little bit.  Between games I adjourned to the puzzle table to stare at one of the new ones we have to put together.  Yep, we have two that are on the list.  Now.  One is Sam’s.  We gave it to her for her birthday, and she left it here so we could all work on it at home group.  In fact, we are supposed to get it all set up and started this afternoon after going out to lunch.  Should be fun.

 

Now Chris likes college basketball, too.  She likes it more when she knows someone playing or when she has determined that she will be rooting for a particular squad.  Because of that distinction though, she has difficulty with indiscriminately flipping between two or three channels to get the best of several games at once.  Kind of drives her crazy, actually.  So instead of suffering through mid-major finals, she decided to organize a bookshelf.  That’s her stopgap measure until we can get our wall full of shelves.  She actually found some that she kind of likes for sale at Ikea.  Still not sure enough to pull the trigger, though.  So, organize the fiction shelf, it is.  Looks really good now, too.

 

Once the final game was in the books (Duke losing to Virginia Tech), we did our twice-yearly duty.  Changing the clocks.  Spring forward.  Lose an hour’s sleep.  Actually, the hardest part of that whole ordeal is remembering how to reset the digital monsters we have.  I greatly prefer the old-school dials.  We were in bed by ten or ten-thirty.   Or was it nine or nine-thirty?  No idea.  All the clocks matched when I woke up this morning, though.  And it was still dark.  At 7:08.  Wonder who will have forgotten the clock thing this year at church? 

 

2 Samuel 7:22 says, “How great you are, Sovereign Lord!  There is no one like you, and there is no God but you, as we have heard with our own ears.”

 

Father, thank you for our Day of Mundane.  We appreciate that kind just as much as the off-the-charts exciting ones.  Amen.