So … Back in College Station … We did
indeed wake up to a bedbug crawling around big as day on the bed. On Chris’ side of the bed. Needless to say, she had a fit. Chris, not the bug. She also squished him mercilessly.
And then began the aftermath. We registered our complaint with the front
desk. Young Elijah was horrified, and
immediately called his general manager, all the while assuring us that the GM
would be just as horrified and would no doubt comp us the room. He walked into the back room to make the
call, and when he returned he assured us that the GM would call us at least by
10:30. It was around 8 at the time, so
that sounded reasonable. We bagged up
everything per suggestions Chris found on the internet. Good ol’ Eliljah was very
helpful when Chris requested a few large garbage bags for the purpose. Finally we finished our breakfast, checked
out, and headed for the George Bush Presidential Library.
Aaaannnnd … 8:30 rolled around. No call.
The library was pretty interesting.
It was our first ever presidential library. Couldn’t find any books, though. What’s a library without books? Oh, wait, there were a lot of children’s
books in one room showing how Mrs. Bush was into childhood literacy. I guess that counts. The history stuff was really
interesting. Replicas of random things
related to his presidency were everywhere.
Probably the most impressive were all the gifts he received from foreign
dignitaries. Many were made from gold
and precious jewels. One odd thing kept
popping up all over the library, though.
There were these boxes, I think designed to get you to donate to the
library. And sitting on top of every box
was a dog. Same dog, or at least it looked
like the same one. Stuffed, to be sure,
but it was everywhere. Well, at the end
of the tour I had had enough. I couldn’t
save everyone, but I did manage to redeem the life of a tiny little version of
that same dog. It came with a name
tag. George. But Chris told me it was a girl dog. Something about the dog the Bush’s had while
in office. A girl named George. Huh.
Oh, well. It worked for me. The gardens out back were nice as well. Not as impressive as the ones at the Rose Emporium,
but nice.
But I digress. 9:30 – no call.
10:30 – no call. Apparently the GM wasn’t as horrified as was
poor Elijah.
11:30 – still no call. We finished our presidential library tour and
stopped back by the hotel. Elijah tried to call the GM again. This time he couldn’t raise him. He assured me the GM “takes care of people.” Not sure what people or what the definition
of “takes care of” is.
12:30 - nope
1:30 – nope
We stopped at Bucees for lunch as
usual. Back in our traveling routine. On the way there I got a phone call from the
groom of the evening beach wedding I was on my way back to Galveston to
officiate. Could I make it a few hours earlier than planned? Fortunately we were already well on the way
so that wasn’t a problem. They were trying to beat the forecasted
weather.
2:30 – nope
3:30 – nope
We were home by the next “nope,” and I got
ready for the wedding while Chris prepared to go to Cailyn’s softball
game.
So the wedding was held on East Beach. Far East Beach. Like, we could have touched the cruise ship
as it sailed away from the Island East Beach.
After trying the first entrance and running into nothing but a wave of
people, I finally located the wedding party.
Amidst some high beach winds (and no rain) we managed to get the ceremony performed
and the couple officially hitched. I
even got back in time to see some of Cailyn’s game.
And still … nope on the phone call.
It is now Monday morning. Still a nope on the GM call. This is where I call the number on my Gold
status card and take the complaint to the next level. We’ll see how that goes …
James 4:7 says, “Submit yourselves, then to God.
Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
Father, be with the couple just starting
out on their marriage journey. Amen.
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