Breathless

I think I have rebelled. We sprinted through June, everyone going on some sort of trip. There are no more camps or mission trips on our calendar so we’ve all been home for the past two weeks, but preparations for Vacation Bible School have been all we are about all this time, especially for Vicki and Jenna. Fortunately Vicki has gotten a lot of donated decorations from other churches in the area which has saved her some time. At any rate, the pace of life has been fast and I simply haven’t sat down to record any of it.

INDEPENDENCE DAY. We did pause from all our activity to enjoy the Fourth of July. It was a pleasant day. Two years ago we burned up with triple digit highs. Last year we froze with a record breaking cold day and rain. This year the weather couldn’t have been more pleasant. It actually felt like an early spring day.

We started the day off with the Kilgore Remembrance ceremony, a tradition for us. When that was over we came back home and I think most of us fell asleep. By that evening we headed up to Kilgore Park where we ate, enjoyed some music and other entertainment, and ended the evening with fireworks. For a small town Cross Plains is getting pretty good at putting on a fireworks show. Vicki and I enjoyed just relaxing in our chairs the whole time. Jenna ran into some girls she has kept when babysitting and they snuggled down in the chair with her so I don’t think she could have gotten up if she wanted to. And the boys ran into some friends and ran off to play. I think it wound up being the perfect way to spend the Fourth for all of us.

ODE TO THE FRIGIDAIRE. I unplugged Mom’s old refrigerator the other day. Mom sent me out to the garage to either put something in or get something out of it and I noticed the odor when I opened it. After all these years it had quit cooling.

This fridge is the one Dad bought before he and Mom married in 1958. It sat in their kitchen (well, our kitchen since we live in their old house) until some time after Dad passed away. Mom had it moved over to Aunt Mar’s garage when I was little, probably when she began to rent out her house. So, I think when a fridge puts in at least 56 years of faithful service it needs an honorable mention. I suspect that if we could get some freon to recharge it we might find that it still has more life left in it, but I think retirement is a better option for it at this age.

Joe