The van ride

1.) We rode the church van to the Men’s Retreat. On that particular ride, Jim and I chose our seating arrangement poorly and sat directly behind two gentlemen who decided that since deodorant was not on the list of items to bring, they should not bring any. Since we were sitting behind them and they favored riding with the windows open, my gag reflex was serving as a much-desired distraction from the poor handling of said vehicle in which we were riding.

Neither Jim, nor I knew that the van would be piloted by NASCAR driver, Dale Earnhardt Jr. Had we known, we may have chosen differently our transportation arrangement. Dale drove as though the van we were in had a rear spoiler and 600 HP engine with dual overhead cams. It may have had a rear spoiler, but it was probably knocked off on one of the hairpin turns executed at 95 MPH in the forest when we were lost.

The good news is that there was an air conditioner in the van. The bad news is that it was more like a deep freeze refrigeration unit. It blew freezing cold air on us about 50% of the time with no ability to reduce fan speed because the fan switch was inoperable. However, when we were going uphill and the van had to work a little harder, the AC would stop working and it would begin blowing HOT air on us instead. Fortunately, we only lost 2 or 3 people to hypothermia so it wasn’t that bad.

2.) The second ride we had was on the return voyage home. Again, Jim and I were in the same van but during our camping trip, gremlins had seen to it that we would not suffer the same AC problems again. Thank you, gremlins. This time, the deep freeze unit just plain didn’t work at all. I think you’d have had a very pleasant trip the whole way. The van was about 130º for the entire trip. The two gentlemen who had previously sat in front of us had found other rides home so we were not treated to the bouquet of olfactory sensory overload a second time. The second trip was really nothing more than a pleasant van ride in an oven set to “self-clean” mode.

Imagine hell… then take away all the fun and cotton candy. That was the second ride.

At one point, a crispy-looking man with no moisture left in his body turned to me and said in a grating sand-paper voice, “I don’t remember how to do math. I think that part of my brain has been boiled away.”

We didn’t complain, though. After all, this was a “men’s retreat,” not a “little baby girl retreat.” We tightened up our skirts and took it like men. Jim only cried once… and not for very long because his tear ducts were too dry.

Happy Boss’s Day!

So today is Boss’s Day, thanks to Hallmark.  Everyone knows that you want to keep your boss happy.  Today happens to be my boss’s birthday as well…

…and by “boss,” I mean wife.

Happy Birthday, Natalie!  Thanks for sharing this last 1/3 of your life with me!

May this year be filled with purple, blessing and dark chocolate for you!

18

So a few weeks ago, I went to the video game store at the mall and they were having a big sale on software.  I selected several games (war, flying, fighting, racing, etc) and went to the counter to purchase them.

The employee began to scan my purchases and asked, casually, “Is your mom here with you?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your mom… or your dad.  Are your parents here with you today?”

“No.  Why would my parents be here with me?”

“…because you have some war games here that are rated ‘Mature’ and you have to be with someone at least 18 years old to buy them.”

I know I look a little young… but really?

When I told him I was 31 and showed him my ID, he said, “man… they are gonna give me so much crap for this!”

So am I, man…. so am I.

Emerging from the fog

Today was dad’s surgery to remove his cancer. We went to the hospital at 6:00 this morning, much to my dismay (I hate early mornings), and waited around for about 2 hours before they finally admitted him and started making movements to get him into surgery.

I guess the rest of that time was spent waiting, filling out paperwork, verifying insurance, taking samples and tests, asking questions, etc.

They admitted him around 8:30 and we all went down to the cafeteria to get breakfast.

Fortunately, the Toledo Hospital has wifi so I spent the rest of the time at the hospital working in the cafeteria. It was one of those really good productive mornings where everyone disappears around me and I can’t hear anything going on around me because I’m so focused on my work.

Before I knew it, the surgery was over and we had another 2 hours to wait for him to recuperate from the anesthesia.

The girls went to walk around the hospital and look for a coffee shop. I worked… and worked and worked.

12:00 rolled around quickly and we were on our way home, dad bundled up tight and ready to relax at home.

The rest of the day has been a blur of me working, dad sleeping and the rest of the family napping, reading books and playing various card games on the computer.

Thanks to those of you who supported us in prayer this past week. As stated in James, “The prayers of the righteous are powerful and effective.”

Dad is doing well and is dozing happily in front of the TV, waking up only when someone dares to change the channel long enough to say, “hey, I was watching that.”

Some things never change.