Today was a great day in the country. We had an early morning baseball game for Nathanael in a neighboring town about 20 minutes away. We had planned a cookout at the house with a couple we met a few weeks ago at a ballgame. They followed us home to the prairie, and we drove up to find about twenty antelope in our field.
We had our new favorite country cooking specialty-- homemade french fries. We fried up about eight pounds of potatoes, and we ate almost all of them between the nine of us. We headed out to the back of the house to our make-shift shooting range, and we four adults took turns shooting the Judge. I must admit that it was genuinely fun. We are turning into rednecks more and more each day.
It is rare that you find a friend that you feel comfortable enough with that she knows the contents of your kitchen cabinets and drawers and makes herself at home. After only a few hours, some fries, and some shooting, this new friend was helping me clean the kitchen and was all in my drawers. I love it.
We finished up our Saturday after our friends headed home with Harland hanging four ceiling fans. Three of those fans were advertised as "five minute fans". I can confidently tell you that the three five minute fans took one and a half hours to hang.
To unwind from the fan-hanging extravaganza we drove our giant dog in our very small car down the road to the spot where the gravel turns to dirt. He was thrilled to have a car ride-- he had his head out of the window in the backseat and his wagging tail was nearly hitting the other window. We then took him for his usual length walk on the dirt and then piled him back in the car and headed home. In the nearly forty minutes we were walking, we saw not one vehicle. The only thing we saw was a beautiful pink and purple sunset over the mountains, and the only thing we heard was an owl and a lone coyote.
Speaking of noises, while at the ballgame at the start of the day, we heard two loud trains roar through the town. It was an immediate throw back to our days in Fort Worth. We heard trains (LOUD trains) all hours of the day and night for almost eight years. While I miss my close "kitchen drawer-knowing" friends there, I do not miss so many things. I am so blessed with each day and the new things we are experiencing. I am looking forward to a cool night under my new fan, and a new day tomorrow.
Lamentations 3:22-23 "Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness."
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