I’m actually writing this late Friday night because I know tomorrow will be nuts and there will be no time for sending blogs out into cyberspace. I’m going to try not to, but I may miss a day or two of writing – so I’ll just go ahead and apologize now and promise that, good Lord willing, I’ll be back online by Tuesday at the latest. I will try to post something on Sunday night from Whitmore Lake, Michigan, but it just depends on how late we get to that stop. There is a great little restaurant practically in the parking lot of the “mom & pop” dog-friendly motel where we stay each year, and it has a “to die for” white perch basket. We can sit at the window of the restaurant and see Maddie and Bear looking out the window toward us from the motel. I don’t think they can actually see us, but they know that’s the building we went into, and they scope it out until we come out again.
In the meantime, if you find a moment to lift a prayer up for us – that our travels are safe, that our truck doesn’t break down again, that our dogs don’t throw up in the backseat – we sure would appreciate that prayer.
Maddie must have known this was her last day at the lake to find something to “get into”. She figured out that an old tree stump in one of our flower beds was rotten and could be dug out. You know that expression, “let that dog hunt”? She spent 15 VERY happy minutes going after whatever it was she was smelling inside that stump. Have I mentioned that besides fearless, she is just slightly tenacious?
This afternoon Joe and Kay, our closest neighbors (2 doors down), walked up the road to tell us goodbye. They are both in their 80’s and just the best folks. Joe will be keeping an eye on our house, and coming down to crank up my car occasionally so it will still run when we get back. We will miss them a lot.
Tonight we went out with a group of friends and ate the last south Georgia fried catfish that we will have for 6 months. Man, they were delicious, as were the hushpuppies and the slaw and the cheese grits. Better than the food though was the fellowship with this great group of people we are lucky enough to call friends. They gave us a lot of grief about “wimping out” on the hot summer and the humidity and the gnats and the mosquitoes; and I confess, that is exactly what we are doing.
On Saturday we will pack the truck – for real this time. Hopefully I’ll have a few minutes late tomorrow night to let you know how the day went – the trip to Atlanta, our visit with Jason and Blair. But right now, I think I will just say “Thank you, Lord for giving us this life that we have, and thank you for our family and friends. Please keep them safe and healthy this summer. Please let those who will travel to see us over the next few months travel safely and follow them safely back to Georgia and Arkansas and Louisiana and China when they leave us. Thank you for all that you do for us everyday. We love you, Lord. Amen.”