I could call this 7 Slick Takes and bore you with an entire post about how we had two ice storms just four days apart from each other which is unheard of in this part of Texas. And I could mention that there's a possibility of yet another ice event next week. But I'll only use up a few quick takes on the ice storms and then bore you with other things.
It's not as much fun as snow for the kids, but the first ice storm did provide some good entertainment for the little ones in the neighborhood. The highlight for my daughter was sledding down a neighbor's icy driveway in a box from Costco.
It's been more than 15-years since I lived in Detroit. But I still have my ice-worthy boots which are usually buried somewhere in the closet. I've only had to pull them out a handful of times since living in Texas. It's strange that I've needed them twice in the past few days.
This was the third week we had to delay our backyard patio expansion project. Three weeks ago we pushed it back due to the concrete supplier's delay. Last week it was called off due to ice storm #1. And this week it was ice storm #2's fault. Our construction guy says the weather has thrown the entire concrete industry into dissaray.
I'm happy to have Martha on my side. I attended the annual retreat for my parish's pastoral council last Friday and Saturday. Each room is named after an important person from the Bible. I was in the Martha room, but didn't even notice there was a small framed print of her on the wall until the next morning. I can relate to Martha. I'd rather serve quietly and stay out of the spotlight.
I had visions of Curt Schilling while attending Mass at the end of the retreat. Before heading to the chapel, I put my small suitcase into the car and somehow banged it against my shin. It hurt during Mass, so I covertly slid my hand up my pant leg to find out what was going on. I pulled my hand out, and there was a little bit of blood on my finger. I pulled up my sock as a temporary clotting measure until Mass was over. I figured that by that point I would look like Schilling and his famous bloody sock in the 2004 World Series. But I'm not as heroic. Turns out all I had was what I doctors would call a little boo-boo.
|This is not my sock. Courtesy: USA Today|
I just learned a new word, thanks to autocorrect. When I tried to type "boo-boo," my iPad suggested "booboisie" instead. No, it's not the capital of Idaho. According to dictionary.com, a booboisie is "a segement of the general public composed of uneducated, uncultured persons." That's how I feel for not knowing what the word meant!
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