May 8 – “Grass Day”

Today was the day our pallet of grass was to be delivered.  It was also voting day for Galveston's mayor, city council, and a new football stadium for the high school.  We decided to head over to the polling place early so we would be done in time to focus on the grass when it arrived.  We just had to walk around the corner over to the little church in our neighborhood.  There was already a small line, but with only three things to read, it didn't take long.  I had trouble remembering how to operate the machine.  It was one of those with the little circle thing you turn around and around until your guy is highlighted.  I figured it out, though.  And I didn't even have to resort to reading the directions.   We got the call from the nursery not long after we got back home.  Their supplier couldn't make the delivery, so they had two of their guys load it by hand into a pickup, drive it over, and unload it, one square at a time.  So much for the nice, crisp, cube of grass we expected.  Instead we had more of a mound of sod in our driveway.  So we grabbed our rickety old wheelbarrow and got to work.  The tire on the wheelbarrow was almost flat, so we could only get seven pieces of grass at a time.  And even then it was really hard to push the silly thing.  It served us well after Ike, though, so Chris is wanting to retire it and use it as a planter.  Of course.  We already have one wheelbarrow-planter as well as a toilet-planter.  At least she was talking in terms of replacing the one already back there.  It's rusted bad, but that's where the bluebonnets randomly showed up this year.  Maybe they'll get a new home.   The backyard got a real makeover.  We took out about half of the concrete squares of the patio and replaced them with grass.  I think it made the yard look considerably bigger.  We did a patchwork job out in the front yard.  It already has a lot of good grass growing, both St. Augustine and Bermuda.  But it's green.  We just filled in where we put all that free dirt awhile back.    We had to quit in time to go to a funeral at Sacred Heart Catholic Church this afternoon.  A guy who used to live in the neighborhood died.  His wife was in Mom's card club.  I didn't know him well, but he did have some great fish stories.  The church was freezing cold inside.  I'm sure that was because they expected a lot of bodies, and there was a huge crowd.  But it stayed cold.  For an hour and fifteen minutes.  My hearing aid was making all kinds of random beeping sounds throughout the service, and the acoustics in that building make sound bounce all over the place, so I couldn't hear a lot of what was said.  One thing I did hear, though.  We exited the church to a resounding rendition of "The Eyes of Texas Are Upon You."  The guy was a huge University of Texas fan.   Mother's Day tomorrow.  Crockpot roast.  Lots of rice.  All the Galveston kids and grandkids are coming over.    Proverbs 23:25 says, "May your father and mother be glad; may she who gave you birth rejoice!"   Father, help me find ways to make my Mom glad.  I sure do appreciate what she did for me.  Amen.