A Blessed Day

September 7, 2017

The original plan was to split and stack firewood, but by the time their supper was over and his father brought him over, the sky was darkening and the thunder announcing the storm to come. So instead of working, Nathan and I ate ice cream and watched clips from the old slapstick movie “The Great Race,” while we played cards. Knowing that cash is involved, he’ll want to come again to work, which of course, was the original plan. In the meantime, it was a good end to an odd day. 

It began with a phone call that told us the woman buying our house didn’t come to sign the papers, which discomfited a series of plans and complicated insurance and utility matters. Everything was supposed to be wrapped up a week ago. The whole deal is beginning to look questionable, but time will tell. On the other hand, Linda and I had a good morning splitting wood and going to lunch after a few errands in Dunkirk. We keep reminding ourselves that as irritating as the real estate debacle is, at least we have a house to sell. There are plenty of people in Houston, and soon to be Florida, who would gladly trade problems with us. 

So tonight I give thanks for a dry home, for wood that will make it a warm home this winter, and for time invested with my grandson. I am blessed far beyond what I deserve!