Well Wednesday started out with my usual 5'ish rollout to my routines that begin with some quiet moments to honor my lord, Jesus, give thanks for another day and to lift up several by name for comfort and healing, all seem to be holding including Nancy. I headed out to the Rec for some pickle ball and said good bye to our dear Canadian friends who left their place here for the summer. I sure have gotten to know them and have so enjoyed not only their pickle ball play but also bartering fresh veggies for fresh baked sour dough bread. She is quite the baker. I got in several matches with different partners winning many and left with a wet head and shirt.
I got back to the house and had a bite of breakfast which included a slice of that delicious bread toasted with avocado on top with some olive oil, a hard boiled egg and a slice of one of my garden grown tomato's. What a feast and oh so tasty as well as good for you. I headed out to hand water the gardens and newly laid sod which is now starting to send out runners and hopefully which completely close in the area where the big oak once stood. I miss the big tree, but not Nancy complaining about it when we also leave for the summer months. The fruit flies have been taking their toll on the 'maters but I'm still getting enough for myself and a few neighbors. The cucumbers are maturing daily and I'm giving them away as well. The new lettuces seedlings are holding, but the pesky squirrels are always digging in the garden where they once buried nuts from the big oak, oh well. I grew up eating them way back when on the farm but I wouldn't eat these local squirrels unless we just had too, actually they are very tasty in a pot pie much like the dark meat of chicken.
I read the afternoon away and finished a great read titled SHANTARAM which I started a couple days ago and it really leads you into lots of history and personal survival issues. Its not for the faint at heart by any means but since I once travelled into India, Pakistan and that area of the world while flying with the USAF I could relate to some of the culture as well as traveling to Australia where the author was from and who actually was a prisoner there at one time; which part of the story is told while in there. Its definitely a man's book.
I grilled some marinated chicken breast as well as peppers and onions for fajitas for our supper which was delicious, then we got ready to head out to Keswick School to watch grand daughter Ava Mae play flag football. Well once again they played against an all black girls team and they were fast and talented and were ahead by two touch downs going into the last 12 minutes of the game. Our girls seemed to have butter fingers dropping many necessary passes, but one girl made a great catch for us and turned it into a touchdown, but we missed the extra point. The other team with just a few minutes to go were winning 14-6 but we intercepted one of their passes again and returned it for a touch down but missed the extra point. Now with just a minute to go we intercepted another pass for a touch down and made the extra point, so We won the game and were the district champs. We were disappointed they had the game on Wednesday night as most church schools never schedule any sports, due to mid week church activities so we missed our Wednesday service as well as did many of the student players. It was almost 9 before we got home so it was shower time for me and then some ALONE on the TV until lights out at 10 for me, LATER
