Today was a day where I was able to feel some affinity for the Pastor that I wrote about in my past post (https://www.timkwrites.com/blog/learning-about-life-in-mexico) about our family trip to Mexico. The Pastor was having a day where nothing went as planned. “You know”, he said, “there is a technical term for this. When you have everything planned out and nothing works the way it should. It’s a little word, only four letters. It’s called life.”
I was planning on writing more about my minor league baseball trip today, but life intervened. I took my dog, Lucy, for a walk this morning when it was only misting as opposed to raining. Near the end of our walk, she took off after a squirrel and ended up in some bushes. When she came out one side of her was totally covered with burrs. I tried picking them out and then eventually switched to using a scissors and cutting them out along with her fur. Which sounds easy, until you remember that I was dealing with a dog. All told, it was about two and a half hours. So, nothing got done this morning.
No problem, I had a Board meeting at church tonight. So, I figured I’d be able to write after that. No such luck. While I was in the meeting I was called/texted by Alicia who was having car problems. I spent most of the night waiting for a tow truck with her. We had a nice chat. We had a few delays in the ETA of the tow truck. Then we noticed the app that was showing us where the tow truck was showed it moving away from us. We decided to call it a night and figure things out in the morning.
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