August 30 - “Sherlock Holmes-ing”

Back to the old grind of doctor appointments of our own. Chris had one with the sleep specialist to see if the pains and problems she has been having are a result of sleep deprivation. OK. Seems a stretch to me, but I confess to being quite the skeptic regarding the whole sleep study thing. How can you measure someone’s “usual” or “normal” sleep pattern with a contraption strapped to his head or wires hanging out everywhere? 

 

After filling out the rather predictable survey of sleepy questions, the doc asked all sorts of other questions about her sleeping habits - or any lack thereof. Let’s just say that my answers would have been considerably different than hers were. I’m pretty sure they would have just bypassed the sleep test and slapped one of those masks on me. Nope. Well, sure enough, she will have to spend the night at the hospital all wired up. Hope she sleeps better than I did when I did my sleep test years ago.

 

We did make the most of the situation. Since we were in Texas anyway, and since it was lunchtime, and since we did have some gift cards … we took a little detour and headed for Olive Garden. We bypassed the busy one at Baybrook Mall in favor of the one in Texas City. Of course it is next door to Chris’ favorite Mexican food place (Gringo’s), but the only gift card we had was for Italian. Sorry, Chris. The food was good, though. They even gave Chris a bowl of soup to take home. I ate all of my lasagna. No leftovers this time.

 

I forgot to mention that we had a visit from an old Seasider the other night. Anne and her youngster Cedric came by with Grandma in tow as well. They now live in Leander, Texas, near Austin. My favorite part of the visit was the time I had to chat one-on-one with Cedric in my office. He was doing some exploring in my office, so I joined him. He greeted me with, “You used to play baseball and coach basketball. You also used to work with the fire department because there is a picture of you over there, and you have a radio and you have your badges over there. That pillow has a cross on it.  The only thing I can’t figure out is the pirate clock over there.”  Whew. He was absolutely spot on with his Sherlock Holmes-ing. I have been profiled.  Sign him up, FBI.  By the way, the pirate clock was actually a barometer in a frame that looks like the steering wheel if a ship. We sat talking in the office until Mom was ready to leave.

 

Romans 12:21 says, “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”

 

Father, thank you for my little Cedric interchange the other night. Be with him and his parents. Amen.