July 1 - “A mean old bear?”

Chris had her real physical therapy yesterday. Not that her home therapist isn’t a mean old bear. I’m just a bit scared of her. 

Come to find out, the one exercise she most dreads was officially discontinued. “You’re not supposed to cry during physical therapy.” Well, there’s your quote of the week. 

On the way home we made two stops. Academy, to see if they had any long underwear (for our trip to Alaska). They didn’t. And Walmart, for bananas and some dog food for Freddy. A few other things leapt into the basket, as Walmart merchandise has a tendency to do. 

And after all that, Chris was whooped. She broke out the ice pack and settled into her recliner for a long summer’s nap. 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Freddy sprang from her chair to see what was the matter. Away to the front door she flew like a flash, wagging her tail at the end of her dash. Yep. Company. 

Christina, Josiah, Noa and Ezra came over. They just wanted to hang out. Oh, and eat pizza. And stay out of their house while new floors were being installed. Not sure which reason was most pressing. 

Last night Cathy brought over a really tasty casserole that was kind of like one of those King Ranch ones. She followed that up with a lime pie. Strawberries and blueberries on top. Good stuff. She also left some chicken salad for lunch today.

‭‭Luke‬ ‭6‬:‭28‬ says, Bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.

Father, bless Cathy and the LaMarque Vaughans - our bringers of food. Amen.