We
were descended upon once again yesterday by our thundering hordes of grandkids
from LaMarque and Galveston. They all
had signed up for a zoom class put on by the Rosenberg Library here in town. Christina went by the library and picked up a
packet for the kids and they opened them up on our table as the teacher
explained how to put them all together.
Oh, the topic? Succulents. High class word for plants with juice inside,
best I could tell. By the time they
finished each one had a little flower pot with a tiny bush growing out of
it. I couldn’t really hear what the
teacher was saying from my post across the room, but I did hear when the kids
responded to her in real time. Pretty
interesting stuff.
We
also had time for a quick game of Telestrations. For some reason everybody seemed interested
in my interpretations of drawings and my drawings of their interpretations. What can I say? It is a hard life being the in-demand artiste
of the family. But somebody’s gotta do
it.
We
talked a little with some of our possible Hawaii recruits. The bottom line will probably keep some of
them out. Looking at April of next year
doesn’t give them enough time to save up.
Others are still running the numbers and checking the schedules. We even had a new request for information
come through last night. This whole
process would be so much easier if Covid would just wither up and die. It would be helpful to plan one way or the
other without the prospect of a shutdown hanging over our heads.
Galatians
4:7 says, “So you are no longer a slave,
but a son; and since you are a son, God has made you also an heir.”
Father,
please hasten the end of our Corona-plight.
Amen.
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