We had a quiet day at home yesterday. Any chance we can take to avoid the summer weekend crowds … we take.
We
started off with one of those big outdoor walks. Chris is absolutely addicted to them
now. I’m still a ways behind her on the
habit front. We did the whole two and a
half miles, though. And the last three-eighths
of a mile really woke up my sore hip again.
Apparently, I need at least a day’s rest in between these jaunts
now. I’ll have to convince that hip
otherwise before our next trip, though.
Speaking
of trips, we spent some time chatting about our upcoming journey to
Hawaii. That’s not happening until April
of next year, but Chris is incredibly efficient. She has already pored over all the data
concerning everything from the excursions to our plane ride over there. She is ready for our big pow-wow next week with
the other two couples who are going. Me? Point me in the right direction and give me a
little shove. What do I want to do or
see there? I want someone to give me a
lei at the airport and kiss me on the cheek.
I want to see Pearl Harbor. I
want to go to a luau. Everything else will
be gravy.
We
heard from Josh. They are home from
their trip to DisneyWorld and beyond.
The kids told us all about their favorite rides. They also enjoyed their stops at Cape
Canaveral, Vicksburg, and West Monroe, Louisiana. Yep, they are fans of good ol’ Uncle Si and the
Duck Dynasty gang. Sounds like they had
a great vacation. Well, except for when
they had to drive through a few tornadoes …
We
ended the day with the Astros game. No
bats … again. 6-0 bad guys. Then we watched a Hallmark movie. Well, I watched it. Chris read a book. Great evening.
Acts
1:8 says, “But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and
you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the
ends of the earth.”
Father,
thank you for watching over Josh and his crew on their drive through those
tornadoes. Amen.
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