Cailyn
transmitted some very important information to me the other day. Information I am sure will be of significant
influence on my life in the years I have remaining on this earth. She noticed I was wearing my new fire
department chaplain’s cap. It has my
name and title embroidered on the back in rather bold letters. I asked her if she thought it would be best
if I turned the hat around and wore it backwards (as her Daddy often does, I might add). That way people could see my name and know
who was coming toward them. She
snickered and gave me one of her “looks.”
You know, the kind she is perfecting to use on her future husband,
whoever he may be, when he does some silly, guy thing. When her eyes returned to their normal state
(after strangely rolling upward), she
declared, “No, DadDad. You can’t wear
your hat that way. You’re too old.” Well … ouch.
The pain of aging must have registered on my face, because she hastily
added, “Besides, it looks better the other way.” Ah.
Never thought fashion advice could bring forth such a range of
emotion.
Jim
and I met the TWIA guy at the church yesterday to check out our possible
damage. Oh, TWIA … stands for windstorm
insurance. He walked around inside the
buildings and took a lot of pictures.
Then he climbed up on both roofs.
Seems the roofs are just fine.
More than fine, actually. He was
quite impressed with the quality of our roofs.
The damage was all from windblown rain, and he was going to turn
everything in, but he honestly didn’t expect it to be enough to even meet our
deductible. OK. Now to find a date for the next church repair
day.
On the
positive side, our new AC units for the retreat center have been
installed. Nice job, Lynn. That completes our goal to replace all four
of them up there. Now we only have to
keep our eye on the remaining two in the worship center. Next big projects to come in the future? Replacing the flooring in the worship center
and re-structuring the audio-visual tech to make it simple.
Update
on the odd structure being constructed next door to our house … I just got word
that a certain Nosy Neighbor has once again snuck onto the construction site to
poke around. Some of what he saw can be
seen from the street. They have poured
concrete for the driveway. It goes all
the way down one side of the house and circles into the detached shed-garage
building, covering what used to be a back yard.
Why? Low maintenance, I suppose. By the way, they seem to have reconfigured
that shed enough that one could actually fit a car into it. A tiny car.
And old N.N. reports that the sheetrock is all up inside. Taping and bedding done and even some very
light texturing. Didn’t really help the
rooms look any bigger. Except maybe the
master bedroom walk-in closet. That
still looks big. We’ll have to stay in
touch with our N.N. correspondent for future updates.
Finally
… I still haven’t heard anything from the neck doctor. They are supposed to answer MyChart emails
within two business days. Today marks a
week. Guess I’ll have to make the dreaded
phone call and talk to a human being.
That just makes it too real.
2
Peter 3:10-12 says, “But the day of the
Lord will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the
elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything in it will be
laid bare. Since everything will be
destroyed in this way, what kind of people ought you to be? You ought to live
holy and godly lives as you look forward to the day of God and speed its
coming.”
Father,
this flooding and hurricane and earthquakes and fires sure could be wake-up
calls for a lot of people. Our
response? We could use some help on that
“living holy and godly lives” front.
Amen.
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