I was just wondering...were any of you raptured earlier this evening? I want to know if I missed out.
I promised to post again after the weather finally turned decent, when the temperature managed to get above 70 degrees. It has done that, several times now, so I guess it is high time that I get back on the horse and ride. We've now enjoyed three straight days in which the official high temperature equalled or exceeded 70 degrees so I've been taking advantage of the opportunity to get back outdoors. Late this afternoon we hit the porch for the first time this spring, at least the first time for an extended stay. I have to admit, it is just not the same. I look across the cul-de-sac and there's no Brady. There's no Escalade pulling a boat tethered by a jump rope, and there is no little guy incessantly insisting that we play baseball. It was a beautiful late afternoon and evening and not one kid was seen out playing. What is this world coming too? I guess I'll be living out my days as that old geezer in the rocking chair on the porch trying to recapture the splendor of "the good old days".
Last week I hopped a flight back to the Fatherland, Wisconsin (Minnesota too), in order that I might get Beth's belongings stowed away for the summer in my parent's basement and then haul her home. I left here on a cold Tuesday morning and arrived in Minneapolis-St. Paul to 90 degree heat and a whole boat load of humidity. That was quite a shock to the system! I spent a couple of days at the folks house, the same one that I grew up in, and it was quite an experience. Have you ever watched the Game Show Network for 6 hours straight with the volume on the TV high enough to cause an earthquake? I shouldn't complain because I'm sure that within a few years my daughter will be blogging the same thing about me. There was plenty of excitement for everyone too as the car (actually mid-sized SUV) that I rented got backed into by the lady that lives across the street from my parent's house, so that kept me occupied for a couple of days. I am happy to report that Beth and I managed to get back home in one piece, and after a week of having her back with us we are all still alive...no one has killed anyone yet, but the though has crossed some of our minds.
As I look ahead to Sunday, the 29th anniversary of our marriage, I am praying for rain. It's not because we put the garden in on Friday and it needs watering...we have sprinklers for that...it's that we have a doubleheader for the church softball team late tomorrow afternoon, a time that I would rather use to take a nap.