I won’t bore you with the story (about how I am always reading to my kids at 8 at night and generally never walk outside for no reason, etc.), but tonight I walked outside and I saw this.
It’s actually a double rainbow.
My camera, my wonderful awesome camera, pretty much hates me since I never use it anymore. I don’t really go outside much (I haven’t filled the gas tank in 6 weeks now). My daily commute is from bed to chair. I don’t even take pictures of my kids. But tonight I got to exercise at least my right index finger and remind my camera of the good ol’ days.
Actually I did take a picture a few weeks ago. This is of Kelli just before we returned the scooter thing. She now is walking around the house, somewhat, without a crutch. I don’t think it ever occurred to either of us how much work it takes to be able to walk again after a broken ankle. When Jesus healed the lame guy and he just got up and walked, without many sessions of painful physical therapy, well, that’s more of a miracle than you might think.
My boys “won” free passes to Six Flags Over Texas. Tomorrow we’ll find out if that was a blessing or a curse.
And Arbel is on the mantel! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
I’m sad your camera is lonely. I miss the good old days too.
I love the rainbow pic! And I’m glad Kelli is doing better…
Have fun at Six Flags! A bunch of us IBEXers are going to a different Six Flags on Saturday…Have fun!!!
“Six Flags Over Texas”
Just another thing that makes me miss Texas.
I used to work in food service there. I ran a pretty mean deep fryer at the Fisherman’s Wharf near the Tower. I loved opening in the mornings because I got to test the drink machine to make sure the mix was right. It usually took me several test drinks to declare the mix correct. :-)
I spent much of my childhood summers there, and got to reminisce a little last week while in Pittsburgh. The hotel I stayed in had just black topped their parking lot and it smelled just like the black topped walkways of Six Flags. In fact, I commented to someone, “This smells like Six Flags.”
It is also the location of one of my most vivid cruel memories: one of my co-workers at the Wharf spilled a vat of hot grease down his torso and legs. The squeal he let out still echos through my memory as does the vision of him bolting out of the stand stripping off his clothes as he ran through the park and out of sight.
Have fun!
I laughed out loud 3 times in this post…particularly ‘that’s more of a miracle than you might think’. awesome!!!!