There were so many moments of significant consequence today, loaded with fun, hatred, blow-ups, simmerings, bursts of laughter, shouts of anger, and all-around inappropriateness today that I feel like I could stretch this single sunrise-to-sunset into a novella fairly easily.
Rumination: Sometimes, things just keep happening.
It was Day Two of the Garage Sale, and without getting all bogged down in the almost innumerable examples of self-induced insanities, coupled with humility checks from the general public, I was able to, for the most part, recover from a horrific start and turn the day into a moderate success.
After cleaning up and hauling a carload of the unsold to Goodwill, I mowed the lawn, sprayed for mosquitoes and took a shower. The in-laws are in town and we’re grilling out. Perfect weather and we’ll eat outdoors. While rinsing out conditioner I smiled and congratulated myself on pulling the day out of its nose-dive so shortly after take-off.
The grill is on and the burgers are cooking. My father-in-law’s a farmer, and the meat is top-notch stuff. I just need to run out to the car and get my wallet. I grab my keys and my index finder instantly knows something’s wrong. My ignition key is only half the length it should be. Uh-oh. And I don’t have a spare, and the doors are locked. How would I like my burger?
Today, I learned: I’m not saying there’s a direct correlation between me patting myself on the back when I was drying off and God letting me know how things work around here, but anyways, the burgers were delicious, and I’ll deal with tomorrow after I sleep, wake-up, and do what I’m supposed to do each morning: get right-sized.
12 the hard way 