August 19 - “The infamous “Getting Old” statement”

My turn to do a check-in with the doc. Nothing too bad going on, I guess. Here’s the summary:

He heard a murmur in my heart. He said it was no big deal, though. Then he added, “We all get one when we get older.” Yep. There it was. The infamous “Getting Old” statement. Thanks for that, Doc. 

Next, he told me to take some supplements. One is supposed to help with joint pain. Tumeric. Yep. I’ve tried that one before and it didn’t help. But apparently I was using a cheap brand. He told us the “right” one to look for. 

The other one is supposed to 

help with neuropathy. This one is some kind of acid. Guess it eats away at the nerves that get riled up. 

Oh, and somewhere in there I have to get fasting bloodwork done (aka - before breakfast). 

The final result of this visit involved a bit more involved action on my part. Remember that sore shoulder I mentioned as just feeling some sympathy pains for Chris? Well, the doc didn’t exactly see it that way. Now I have to go get an X-ray of my shoulder. And if that’s not bad enough, I also have to do physical therapy. (Hey, Cary! I’m right behind you). I did tell him I would be happy to do whatever he recommended, as long as it doesn’t interfere with our trip to Alaska. Waiting for that phone call from the PT department now. Maybe I can piggyback on Chris’ PT days …

‭‭Romans‬ ‭6‬:‭5‬ says, For if we have been united with him in the likeness of his death, we will certainly also be in the likeness of his resurrection.

Father, be with Chris at PT today. And open up the doors for me to get this x-ray and blood test done quickly so I can have some breakfast! Amen. 

August 18 - “Never-ending Saga”

Back to the old grind once again. Chris had physical therapy for that shoulder of hers. They are beginning to really put the stretch to it.  I think she is making pretty good progress. 

From there we drove into Texas to the Social Security office. We had to notify them of the account breach at the bank and give them the new account number. Last time we were there we faced a line outside the door. This time there was still a wait, but at least there were seats inside for everyone. 

After about a 30 minute wait, our turn came. The lady helping us was very sweet. She had pictures that her little sons had drawn hanging on her wall. Very cute. She worked her computer magic and got our account all switched out. She said there was no way they could track if someone was using our number until next year when their earnings would start to be recorded. She encouraged us to establish a My Social Security account online so we could better keep track on our end. Okay. File that one. 

Back to the police department. Another wait. This time for another officer to have a chat with us. This time she took an actual report and gave us a case file number and everything. Very helpful. 

On the way home we did a quick swing into the bank. I had them make themselves a copy of the police file number and officer’s name. Now all we can do is wait and watch our credit. Well, I guess there might be one other thing. We can call some of the organizations that we make active use of our email with, and give them the new one. Sigh. It’s the Never-ending Saga. 

‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭4‬:‭1‬-‭3‬ says, Therefore I, the prisoner in the Lord, urge you to walk worthy of the calling you have received, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, making every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.

Father, thanks for walking with us through this crazy saga. Amen. 

August 17 - “Happy Birthday, Chris!!”

Happy birthday to my awesome wife! Love you, Chris. 

Great day at church yesterday. We missed Kel and his family, but we managed to pull off dinner on the grounds with little fanfare. Well, except for me and Chris getting to go to the front of the line because of our August birthdays. Woohoo! Oh, and we got to chat with Susan and Daniel, some former Seasiders back for a visit. Good to see you guys. 

Jachin came by for a while in the afternoon. He had a meeting after church, then had to go to work later in the afternoon. So he hung out with us to kill some time between the two. Always great to see one of our youngsters. 

And so a new week begins. And sprinkled in between the doctor’s appointments and physical therapy, we have to continue the saga of rebuilding our finances. Now it’s a trip into Texas to the social security office to make sure no one has that stolen that information. Then back to the police to file the report with them and get a case number to give to the bank for their records. 

Whew!

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭126‬:‭5‬ says, Those who sow in tears will reap with shouts of joy.

Father, thanks for the chance to see Daniel and Susan again. Bless them. And of course, bless that amazing wife you have given me.  Amen. 

August 16 - “The Bothersome Branch”

I actually slept in until 6:30 yesterday. I was mentally, if not physically exhausted. All that bank stuff is draining, for sure. 

And speaking of bank stuff, three guesses where I spent a good half hour or so in the morning. Was one of your guesses the bank? Yep. Back again. The online banking site wouldn’t let me log in. I figured it was something simple. You know, one of those easy things you have to be a teenager or below to understand. 

Well, I was pleasantly surprised, if surprised is the right word. Come to find out, there was an issue that only the experienced teller (who happened to be in her 20’s - or maybe early 30’s) could fix. Seriously, two of the other tellers told me before I said anything, “If you have a tricky question, you better go to her.”  I did, and “her” worked through the glitch from her end. All was finally well. She even did the first tedious step for me in actually using the online app. 

Back home, I changed clothes - fit for outdoor activities, you know. And what outdoor activity reared its ugly head the loudest? That pesky fallen tree branch needed some attention. Chris joined me to do what she could, and we attacked the Bothersome Branch. I was kind of excited, to be honest. I don’t get to use power tools much anymore. But I broke out the sawzall and hooked ‘er up. Well had that thing sawed up and stacked up in no time. And no, Chris didn’t do anything stupid. That’s my job, wouldn’t you say?

‭‭James‬ ‭5‬:‭8‬  says,You also must be patient. Strengthen your hearts, because the Lord’s coming is near.

Father, again, thank you for the bank people who have been so patient in dealing with our “incursion.” Bless them. Amen. 

August 15 - “If it sounds too good to be true …”

If it sounds too good to be true …

We made our way to the bank first thing to get the fiasco straightened out. We were in the parking lot at 8 a.m.  and found them at they didn’t open until 9. Of course. 

We went back home for a few minutes, and before long, Freddy came home. She seemed excited to see her favorite toy, if not us. 

We finally made it back to the bank first thing and started the process. Between us, we figured out that after extensive research, it was just too good to be true. The hackers did not leave us money after all. In fact, not only did we not gain any money, instead, we “just” lost $3000. Ouch. 

More research, and it was definitely the bank’s fault. They are tracking it to get the money back. They’re also punishing the call center person who didn’t do what I asked. I called at 8:40 a.m. on the 4th. Requested that a complete freeze be put on our  accounts. No activity of any kind until we come in in person. She assured me that had been done. 

Well … it wasn’t. A full day and a half after I made the freeze request, $3000 was transferred to a bank in North Carolina. Fishy.  Very fishy. The bank manager promised to talk to the supervisor of the person who didn’t follow through on our request.  She will also initiate the process to recover the money. Will we ever see it again? Probably not. Sigh. 

Meanwhile, they had to close out our accounts and reopen them as brand new ones, so new account numbers. Now I have to reenter all the new info onto their website so I can then redo the online banking app on my phone. Then it’ll be notifying any direct deposit organizations. 

The bank manager then sent us over to the police station to file a report with them. But they couldn’t file a report until we had already talked to the three credit bureaus and social security to make sure it was “just” bank fraud and not stolen identity. 

I connected with the credit bureaus. Done. I tried social security, but the guy told me that for what I need to do, I would have to go to a social security office in person. Great. Can’t wait. 

Oh. Did I fail to mention that somewhere in there I had to get Chris to physical therapy? We did grab some lunch at Shrimp n Stuff  (my birthday meal) after that, before returning to the tedious work of rebuilding our financial stability. 

Oh, and did I fail to mention one other thing? When we pulled into the driveway very late after our all-day van ride, what should greet us, but a very large branch of our sycamore tree on the ground blocking the sidewalk. No. We haven’t made it to that one yet. It’s on the list for today. Sigh, again. Some birthday, huh? 

‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭16‬:‭13‬ says, Be alert, stand firm in the faith, be courageous, be strong.

Father, thank you for all the help we got at the bank. Bless them. Amen. 

August 14 - “Good morning, Galveston! And a Happy Birthday to me!”

Good morning, Galveston! And a Happy Birthday to me! 

We hit the highways of Birmingham, Alabama, around 9.  We were warned about traffic, but when you gotta go, you gotta go. They were not wrong, by the way. Traffic was pretty rough, but Kel handled it like a pro. 

Through the next few hours we waded through lots of construction. We bypassed the exit to Cuba (Whew!). We snuck into Mississippi (new state unlocked). And stopped for lunch at a Subway near Meridian. Then it was a gas and bathroom stop at the cleanest Valero I have ever seen (in Hattiesburg). 

We crossed into Louisiana at 2:50. Almost missed the welcome sign there, too. But the unmistakable mass of blue sign finally made its appearance. 

And after a stretch on I12 to bypass New Orleans, we found ourselves on I10 for miles and miles and miles. 

Our next stop for gas was combined with dinner. In none other than Iowa, Louisiana. Go figure. And, after almost two weeks of threatening, we actually went to Arby’s, Micah. Well, some of us did, anyway. There was a Burger King next door, and its allure proved too much for some of our bunch. 

So after food, more road.  But by now the traffic had picked up something awesome. Yep. More construction. But at the end … Texas State Line! 8 p.m. Of course Texas is quite large, so we still had a minute or two before we could really consider ourselves home. That didn’t happen until closer to 11. But we made it! 

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭5‬:‭44‬ says, But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.

Father, bless that sweet lady at the Valero. Draw her to you. Amen.

August 13 - “The Rot”

We started the day with breakfast. Well, actually there was something else that came first. See, the plan was to have breakfast with Micah at the school cafeteria (nicknamed “The Rot” because Marriott used to cater). But to get there we had to engage in quite the hike from the parking lot to the building. Had to hike back, too. Uphill. Both ways. Boy, does Micah ever have a story to tell his grandkids. 

After breakfast (cold eggs, cold sausage, cold biscuit) we said our goodbyes and headed back to the house to get loaded up. And then … back on the road to Texas. 

Our route was totally different from the one we took on the way to Lynchburg. This new route took us through Bedford, notably the World’s Best Little City, as attested to on their town sign. We passed the “Jesus Loves People Church aka Love Chapel.” Then there were the Peaks of Otter Winery (not sure how that name came about) and the giant apple with these words on it: “The Little Apple.” Hmm. I’m confused. 

During one stretch I was convinced we were on the set of a Transformers movie. Lots of signs that warned of “Trucks Turning Ahead.” Hmm. Turning into what?

For lunch we followed the GPS locator to Subway, but when we turned into the parking lot it rapidly became evident that Subway was buried deep within the bowels of … Walmart. Nope. Too many distractions, I guess. So instead we rolled through that parking lot, pulled into McDonald’s - but not to eat there. Oh, no. Just to complete the turn. Instead we zipped across the busy street and parked at the local Dublin, Virginia, powerhouse restaurant … The Dawg House. 

They had a mix of cuisines to choose from. In fact, Kel was the only one to order a hot dog. Other requests came: BLT (yes, that was me), kids meal chicken strips (Chris), a salad (Noa), and burgers. Not bad. Not the same as Local Dogs, of course …

We crossed into Tennessee. New state unlocked. Somehow Nana and DadDad pulled some Joyride candy out of nowhere to celebrate. How amazing is that?

Our next stop came some hours later. Cracker Barrel in Athens, Tennessee. It’s been a while since we’ve been in one of those. Seems like the food quality has really declined. Sad. The store is still fun to browse, though. 

After seeking through all the trees and one false alarm, we finally located the Georgia State line. And very shortly thereafter we unlocked Alabama’s state line. That meant the time travel portion of our Back East journey experience had come to an end. We regained the hour we had lost just days ago. Welcome Central time zone. 

We finally got to Birmingham and our hotel for the night. Heading home today on the last leg of this journey. Woohoo!

‭‭1 John‬ ‭1‬:‭7‬ says, If we walk in the light as he himself is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin.

Father, please give Micah another great year at school. Amen.