The rain and thunderstorms have missed us so far this weekend but no doubt we will get our share sooner rather than later. It’s a gorgeous day in NE Texas, warm and breezy with the sun shining through the trees.
Brad is off to church for the first time in months. My plans for Mass went a bit awry this morning when I woke up with lower back spasms. Yep. It’s time to visit the chiropractor. I’ve put it off much too long and I have too much to do to be down for long. I’ve been catching up with some much needed cleaning and tidying around the house and my back is letting me know about it. Nothing serious. Just moving a bit slow this morning and don’t need to be driving. Or crouched on a kneeler at Mass for that matter. I’ve got my online Divine Office to pray and knitting to work on later.
But even a cranky back can’t keep me from enjoying this gorgeous day. I threw a load of knits in the washer for Brad so he has clean tee’s and lounge pants for around the house. I opened the garage to let in the breeze and enjoyed the site of a mowed yard and a clean garage. My SUV has a light dusting of pollen on it and I’ll take it through the car wash again this week.
I’ve found myself thinking about my paternal grandfather lately. His name was Joseph Paul Steel and everyone called him Paul, Sr. My dad was Paul, Jr. Papa had a grocery store in our town, Woodard Street Grocery, for many years. It had an old style meat market with butcher block tables for cutting up meat and he delivered groceries at the end of the day and carried a number of people on credit who otherwise couldn’t afford to eat. When he finally retired and sold the store he forgave all that debt. That spoke volumes to me as a teenager. He really lived his Christian beliefs. I miss you Papa. You taught me a lot.
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