It was plenty cold for Galveston when I woke up yesterday. How about 58 with a wind chill of 46? Nope. I don’t like winter.
And on top of that raw data, we were under a severe weather alert for high winds. No joke there. The door to the Pot-O-Gold (that’s still parked in our front yard) kept swinging open. I shut it a few times, but I eventually gave up. Come and rescue your pot, guys! (Update: The contractor took care of the rescue when he came by later. Still parked, but the door stays shut). Nope. I don’t like winter.
Our faithful carpenters arrived shortly after 8. I had to turn off the doorbell notifications on my phone. Since they were working in the front porch, the notice alarms were going crazy. The contractor came by and directed them in some of the things we still need done from their perspective. Then they all took off to do the same at another job, so they could then smoothly transition between the two. They were back at it by about 2, though.
Meanwhile, on the inside front, Chris had me working hard. We put a mattress cover and sheets on the bunk beds. Then we took the new mattress cover we just bought off, because Chris found another one in our stash closet. That meant another Walmart run to return that new one. Woohoo!
We had a surprise guest for lunch. Actually it was four guests for lunch, one of whom stuck around with us for an hour or so. Christina brought Josiah and Noa down for a voice lesson. Ezra was the one who stayed with us while the other two tra-la-la’ed. He did some homework, but we still had time to watch Ryan Trahan’s adventures on a cruise ship and a collection of clips of the NFL’s weirdest stuff. Amazing the fun things you discover when your youngest grandkids are eight years old.
Philippians 4:8 says, Finally brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable — if there is any moral excellence and if there is any praise — dwell on these things.
Father, be with our contractor, John, as he recovers from his medical stuff. Thank you for his Amen.
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