September 17 – “What a Sunday”

We had a good service at church yesterday.  And a great crowd stayed for dinner on the grounds.  Best in a long time.  Well, best in terms of number of people.  There’s always great people there. 

We got back to the house in time for me to change into shorts and a t-shirt and take in a few minutes of the Texans football game.  They were doing quite well and eventually won easily.  Somewhere in the middle of the fourth quarter my wedding counseling appointment arrived.  She was all decked out in her Texans jersey.  I don’t think she was all that happy with the timing of the appointment.  Her fiancé set it up, though, so he’ll have to pay for that one later. 

The Astros won again.  They took three out of four games from the Phillies.  Heard they effectively knocked the Phillies out of any chance of winning the pennant.  Guess they still have a shot at one of the wild card spots.  All these playoffs are hard to keep up with.  Back in the day they had to win the pennant to get to the World Series.  Period.  Seems like it meant more back then.  Of course the more games they play, the more money they make. 

Jennifer and Bryan came by last night.  It was her first big outing since she had surgery to reconstruct her ankle.  Made us feel special to be first at something.  She brought some kind of special stethoscopes for April to use.  They are geared for little children, somehow.  Supposed to make it easier to hear their heartbeat since it goes so fast.  She looked really good, though.  She seemed determined to follow doctor’s orders.  She goes in today to get a new cast.  The one she has is too big now that the swelling has gone down.  One of the Seasiders is taking her to the doctor’s office since Bryan has to work.  Way to go, Laura.

Cailyn spent  the night last night.  Always a fine time for Nani and DadDad to practice saying “yes.”  Gotta get that little bit of spoiling done while we can.  This time it meant an evening of being a horse and a ballet dancer and a rocket ship.  Oh, and I guess Cailyn played, too. 

Psalms 30:11-12 says, “You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.  O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever.”

Father, thank you for Sundays, in all their forms.  Amen.