We had a really good day at church yesterday. It was baby dedication day for young Roman Anderson. His Dad grew up at Seaside. I married his Mom and Dad. Now I had the chance to be a part of their first child’s dedication to the Lord. I would say that is a good day.
It
was also a sad day in a way. No less
than three more of our RV winter Texans were present for the last time. At least until they return in the Fall. A few more have already headed back north. We will miss their smiles and encouragement. Safe travels, guys.
After
church (and a few pictures with the baby), we headed to Pit Stop Barbeque
for lunch. They are the ones with the
really crispy fried okra. Fried to perfection,
I might add. Their batter is sometimes a
little extra-salty, but I enjoy it nonetheless.
Chris usually eats one tiny piece of my order. She has to stay away from that salt, you know. While we were in line I received this text
from Nathan: “All these church people are making my wait for lunch take
forever!” I turned around to see him and
April standing in line right behind us. Didn’t
even recognize them, what with masks and all.
Without saying anything, I showed Chris the text. She was perplexed, wondering why he had even
sent the text. As it slowly dawned on
her, she said, “Well, where is he?” I
turned her in their direction for the fun little reunion. We let the lady behind us give her order first
so we could stay back and chat. They
were in the process of packing everything up for their big move. Actually the move will be to our house first. They close on both the one they are selling
and the one they are buying on the 30th, assuming all goes
well. They want to do some freshening up
of the new house before they move in, though, so we have borders for the foreseeable
future. Works out well for them, since
we will be on vacation much of that time.
We will certainly miss the adventure, though …
Speaking
of adventure, Kel and his gang were supposed to come by last night to borrow a
few suitcases for an adventure of their own.
A weekend jaunt, actually. Someone
gave them a one day family pass to the Pleasure Pier, so they were coming by on
their way home. Well, after they stopped
for some supper. But IHOP was closed for
some reason, so they ended up at Whataburger, the busiest place on the Island after
dark. It took almost an hour for them to
get their food, so they hung out in the car and listened to the radio. Thea munchies finally arrived, so they loaded
up to come over to our house to eat. But
the car wouldn’t start. Nothing. No power.
Kel cleaned off the battery terminals with some of that acid they sell
in the name of CocaCola, but it was still almost dead. So he called us to come to the rescue. We loaded up our car with the suitcases and
jumper cables and headed right over (The Whataburger is about a whole mile from
our house). We got them hooked up, and
the car started right up. In fact, it was
harder to get out of the parking lot than it was to start the car. The line for drive through was
outrageous. They could sure learn
something from Chic-fil-A. But then, all
the fast food places could learn from them.
We got them on their way back home, and we returned to the exciting
extra-inning game between the Padres and Dodgers. Padres finally pulled it out in the eleventh
inning, after coming from six points behind.
Great comeback.
Matthew
20:28 says, “just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve,
and to give his life as a ransom for many.”
Father,
thank you for a really nice service for the Andersons. Be with them as they bring up Roman to know
and love you. Amen.
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