We didn’t make it to church in Arlington
yesterday as we had planned. I guess we
could have, but I don’t think any of our group of six could have stayed awake
through a sermon. So … finally … we
headed for home. Not a stateroom on a
ship home. Not a good friend’s spare
bedroom home. Real home. Galveston home.
We hated to wake up the Winkle’s. But KayLynn got up early and made some
biscuits and coffee for us. Cary was
still a little queasy from “the plague,” but he ate a biscuit and some
honey. Then the two of them sat down in
their respective recliners and were out like a light.
Meanwhile we got packed up. Well, OK.
Chris got us packed up. I
finished yesterday’s blog. A real page
turner, you know. Trip climax and
all. But the adventure was not over
yet. There is always one more chapter to
tie up loose ends and present that one more little plot twist to grasp your
interest and hold you in utter suspense until the sequel comes out. And what is that twist in our case? What lies ahead on our final leg home? Read on …
So … I woke up around 9 a.m. Let’s see.
4 to 9. That’s 5 hours. That’s enough sleep, right? Chris was up … well, later than that. But by the time we got all our stuff together
and had some breakfast, it was well after church start time. Just as well at this point. Cary and KayLynn went back to sleep. Oh wait.
Chris just joined them. A nap
does look good about now. I may be right
behi …
…
…
Phew.
Awake now. We left for Galveston
at 12:15. That’s 9:15 Alaska time. And, yes, it didn’t take long for me to fall
asleep. I woke up near Buffalo, I
think. And then I dozed off again. This time I woke up just before Madisonville
when my phone alert went off. The Astros
had just scored. Forgot all about it
being Sunday afternoon. I called up the game
on my phone app and watched to the end of the Astros victory. Well. I actually missed some of the game when
we stopped at Buc-ees to use the bathroom and get some lunch. But thanks for the welcome home gift,
guys. That was the highlight of the trip
home so far.
A.B. (After Buc-ees) we ran into some
pretty severe thunderstorms, but Chris handled them like a champ, as
usual. We talked a little about my
dental situation. Looks like a call to the
regular dentist first to get the filling fixed up. Then the surgery follow-up happens on
Thursday. WooHoo. Two in one week. Can’t wait.
We made it home and unloaded the car amidst
a few stops to talk to the Geran’s and to watch Freddy run wild in circles
around the house. Guess she was glad to
see us. Chris found some leftover pizza
in the freezer, so we heated that up for supper. No more unpronounceable meals for us. At least not until the Panama Canal cruise in
January. It’s going to take us about a
week to recover from this trip. As our
travel agent kept reminding us, “This is not a vacation … it’s an adventure.” And adventures are sometimes … exhausting.
1 John 1:9 says, “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive our sins
and purify us from all unrighteousness.”
Father, thank you for riding and floating
and flying with us for the last two weeks.
It is really good to be back home.
Amen.
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