Yes. After church Sunday….my feet hurt…in fact, my knees hurt, too. I wonder if the long-legged bird in my painting above had sore feet, too. But, I’ll bet I’m older.
I had been standing in front of a large class of ladies teaching a Bible lesson. When I have an audience I get excited and tend to talk too long. No one in the class let on or complained that I should stop and sit down. Bless ’em! They are way too kind and the best group of ladies anywhere…so patient, friendly, and welcoming.
To recognize the special day, Father’s Day, our children, their spouses and one Grandchild came to visit and have lunch at a local restaurant. Since each of them have teaching/leading responsibilities at their church (miles from our home), we planned to “wait until the crowds” thinned and eat later. We sat down to eat at about 2:30. Ha! The crowds probably didn’t thin until around 5 or 6 PM that evening.
The rest of the afternoon was spent at our house chatting away, catching up on the lives and activities of our family. A wonderful blessing. Of course, I occupied one of the three recliners in our den; yes, we have three recliners in a home with only two residents, not counting Abby Cat and Tomboy Cat. Oh yes, there is another recliner in our bedroom where I lounge and watch the Houston Texans football games. Can’t wait until the fall, by the way.
I suspect other young people are busy, too, but our children and Grandchildren exhaust us just telling their upcoming schedules and commitments . They are very exciting young people. Were we like that?
Well, it took most of Monday to recover from Sunday. By that evening I was once again stretched out in my recliner, feet up, head back, watching an old Agatha Christie mystery….for the third of fourth time. We can never remember who dunnit and calmly wait for Hercule Poirot to solve it for us.
Right in the middle of all this relaxation I realized that Tuesday would be another busy day and told David about it. “Tomorrow will be very busy for me, David”. “Why”, he asked, what do you have planned?” I answered, “I have to wash my hair”. Pause here. “And what else?”, he said. “Nothing”, that’s it” I said. Another pause. David replied, “That’s nothing. I have to mail a letter tomorrow.” He won. At least I don’t have to leave the house to wash my hair.