Back to back. The last two nights we have been blessed to host the presence of none other than … grandchildren. Started out on Friday when Kel and Christina went to the rodeo to see a band they had never heard of, Train. No, that's the name of the band, not how they got there. Their three boys got to spend the night with us. Jachin and Micah are hooked on Wii video games, so they would have played them all night if we hadn't set a limit. They did switch over to popcorn and a movie, though. Night at the Museum. Lots of fun, but Jachin decided that would really be a creepy place to spend the night all by yourself, even if the creatures didn't come to life. Josiah's claim to fame for the evening was his discovery anew of the infamous Tigger alarm clock. I have it on the topmost shelf in my office to keep it out of little hand who see it as a wonderful prank opportunity. See, the alarm doesn't just ring or buzz or even clang like a fire engine. It is Tigger's obnoxious voice laughing and asking if you are ready to do some bouncing, followed by a boing sound – his spring-tail bouncing off the ground, no doubt. It is loud and continuous. Definitely a great alarm clock, but not a sound you want to hear at 2 a.m. Josiah saw it and wanted to check it out, so I got it down and fixed it so he could operate it. At first he was scared of it, but after a time or two he realized the loudness was just part of Tigger's obnoxious nature. So he decided to join in. Best I can figure, the sound Josiah was making was something like, "Hoo-hoo-hoo-eeeeee." We did get a video of it on our phone, so his parents could relive the experience with us.
Aerate. That's a high-dollar word that means poke holes in the dirt with a four pronged pitchfork spade. I know they have machines that you can rent to do it for you, but I didn't have one of those machines. And I did have a four-pronged pitchfork spade. Why? Well, the only reason I can figure that we would have one or for one to be anywhere near the city for that matter, is to pick stuff up after a hurricane or a flood. So we had one. And so I aerated the back yard. The plan was to make a conduit for the poison to get down below the surface where the evil grubworms are hiding. They have devastated our grass for years now, so we decided to be proactive and give the lawn a fighting chance. Maybe we'll actually have grass in our back yard this year.
Oh. I switched back to the last anti-inflammatory drug. I decided any new attempt should at least hold the pain at the same level. With this one the pain was getting worse and worse, even before I did the aerating. And afterwards I could barely lift both arms. So back up a step. I'll call them tomorrow morning and see which one will be next.
Hebrews 10:19-23 says, "Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water."
Father, draw those people to church today that you want to be there. Amen.
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