I know, you’re thinking “out of the mouths of babes”. On Sunday afternoon, I called him up and playfully said: “Jake I’ve got a bone to pick with you. Did you really tell aunt Dre’ that you don’t read my blog because I write too many paragraphs?”
Like George Washington, Jake could not tell a lie. He said, “Yes, I told her that. It’s true. You write too many paragraphs. I don’t have time to read all of that.” Jake then playfully responded to me: “You know Granddad, when I write the blog for you, I get more ‘likes’ than you do”.
Consequently, I challenged him to start writing. I promised to post whatever he opts to send me. I’m not telling Jake, but I’d even hit the like button a hundred times if it meant that Jake was the winner. Of course, Jake doesn’t need my help to beat Granddad. He does it all on his own. Now that you mention it, I think that was the same point Jake was making.
Kids of all ages are fun. On Tuesday of last week, Craig, Andrea and I went to lunch. In the course of the conversation, Craig mentioned that Becky and the boys would probably still be gone when he returned home. He said the boys both had try-outs that evening.
That struck me as a little strange. Both boys (their sister too for that matter) have been involved in playing every possible sport imaginable. In fact, the family is never at home because they have a game or two or three somewhere on a daily basis. No wonder Jake doesn't have time to read my blog? Since the kids play year round, why did they need to try-out? I’m sure there is a better explanation than the one Craig provided me. I’m assuming he knew league business was over my head. Consequently, I got the abbreviated version. It still doesn’t make any sense.
I’m obviously not the only one confused. I thought we were talking about baseball tryouts. My daughter intuitively assumed we were talking about soccer tryouts. That seemed a bit far-fetched for me. We hadn’t even mentioned soccer.
When Andrea raised the question to delineate the sport, Craig responded: “Dad is the one that mention soccer, it wasn’t me.” I quickly interjected that I had made no reference to soccer. Obviously, it was Craig who had done so.
Andrea articulated that she clearly heard Craig say “soccer”. I started to go with it, but I knew it wasn’t true. No one had mentioned soccer. For that matter no one had mentioned baseball either. The only thing that was mentioned was try-outs.
The next five minutes was like a Chinese fire drill as we attempted to unscramble the messaging we each maintained we had heard. Actually, the three of us laughed until we cried. The conversation was hilarious.
This was one of those weekends that didn’t go dragging by. It all went by way too quickly. Saturday morning we were with Craig and his family at the hospital visiting the General’s mother. Saturday evening I was back in the greater Johnson City area at a wedding and wedding reception.
After arriving home from the wedding reception Saturday evening, I wasn’t done for the night. I still needed some finishing touches on my notes for Sunday morning’s sermon. And while I was at it, I needed to chronicle my thoughts in writing out a memorial service scheduled for immediately after church on Sunday.
Do you ever wonder where the time goes? My life this past week has been negotiated in double time. That was particularly true over the weekend.
At 6:00 a.m. yesterday morning, the General’s sister wanted to know what the plans were for getting her back to the hospital? The General had spent Saturday night at the hospital. I had been in my office since 4:00 a.m. working on my message and thoughts for the memorial service. I had gone to bed around midnight because I was sleepy.
Actually, Andrea had planned to drive her aunt to the hospital, but 6:00 a.m. was a bit early. Consequently I volunteered to drive into Austin with her at 6:30. We were off and running. I managed to make it back home by 8:30. That gave me an hour to complete the finishing touches.
Apparently, it was enough time. Things went well at church and things went well at the memorial service. As it turned out, this weekend I was almost in the same shape as Jake. I didn’t really have time to read my blog either, but as time marches on, so does my need to craft something to share on my computer.
I’m wishing you the best of days. The General and I are headed to the hospital by 6:30. Good Day!
All My Best!
Don