We
had some visitors yesterday. Christina
had a doctor’s appointment in Houston, and Kel went with her, so we had the
youngsters for a few hours. Well, a more
accurate assessment of the situation would be to say Chris had them for a lot
longer than I did. I had ukulele class
for two of those hours. I guess things are
getting better on that front. I do fine
with the strumming part and learning cords, but trying to pick out individual
notes and play melodies is killing me.
Most of those people learned all that music stuff in elementary
school. I was blessed not to. Or maybe cursed. Oh, I get the concept, I’m just too lazy to
learn the names of all those lines and spaces.
I’ll keep trying. We have an
actual recital in four weeks. Now that’ll
be interesting.
So
with the kids here, I was assigned to Noa for one period of time. Not that I regret pulling Noa duty. It is always fun and eye-opening. This time she found some play money, so she
was intent upon going shopping. Not to
buy clothes or shoes or even toys. This
girl was headed to the grocery store.
She had me write down her shopping list: juice, watermelon, more juice,
barbecue, salad, broccoli, celery, and pie.
Oh, and chicken strips. Almost
forgot chicken strips. Nice, healthy
balance, wouldn’t you say? After our
shopping preparation (It’s all about the
preparation, you know. We didn’t have to
go to the actual store. After all, we
had our list. Perfect logic. The food will automatically appear in the kitchen. Just like when Mommy makes her list), she
returned to searching “her” office. Oh,
yes, she informed me that my office was now hers. I had to get her a chair so she could sit in
front of the other computer and go through drawers. This time she discovered some temporary
tattoos. Of course she had to have
one. Immediately. And why not?
I asked her where she wanted it, and she instantly pulled up her shirt,
pointed, and said, “Right here.” So Now
went home with a butterfly tattoo on her belly.
Great surprise for Mom at bath time.
When
Kel and Christina got back we all went out to the beach to check out the
Regatta. Every year there is a big
sailboat race from Galveston to Port Aransas.
Takes them two days to get there, so they have to sleep on their
boats. Sorry. Not something this old man has any desire to
add to his bucket list. All of the sails
on the water did look pretty impressive, though. Not impressive enough to hold the kids’
attention for very long. They were busy
racing and building sand castles. Josiah
asked his Mom if he could get in the water.
Great interchange there:
Josiah:
“Mom, can we get in the water?”
Christina:
“If you get in the water we don’t have a change of clothes for you, so you’d
have to go home wearing wet clothes.”
OK. Now Josiah is only six years old. And he’s a guy. So he has not yet developed a sense for what
women mean when they say things like that.
To Christina, and to most women, and certainly just about every Mom, the
logical leap from what she just said would be, “No. Don’t get in the water.” But this is Josiah. His logical leap went in an entirely
different direction …
Josiah
(excitedly): “OK. So that means we can
get in the water, right?”
And
off he went. That’s my boy.
2
Corinthians 12:9 says, “But he said to
me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’
Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's
power may rest on me.”
Father,
thank you for the beauty of the sails against the horizon. Watch over those folks as they attempt to
reach their destination today. Amen.
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