Wouldn’t you think
you were dreaming if you crawled into bed in the late afternoon for an overdue
nap and fell asleep while someone softly played acoustic guitar at your
bedside? Son Jamie came over today, and we did have a long afternoon—lunch at
Ol’ South, our favorite. That child of mine ate a chicken-fried steak dinner
and a Dutch pancake! I contented myself with an order of corned beef hash, no
egg—our order was so distinctive the server remembered us from a previous
visit.
Then it was a long
but satisfying time spent in a doctor’s office and home to figure out some
computer problems and other things. By five, I who am used to a one o’clock nap
was falling asleep on my feet. I never go
to sleep when one of my out-of-town kids is visiting, but I went to change
clothes and absolutely fell into bed. Jamie always has his guitar, and he came
and played soft music. I have a tin ear, and he’s disappointed when I don’t
recognize a tune—but I love the sound. Went soundly asleep and only wakened to
say goodbye when he left. Thought it was all a dream—a nice one.
The other
highlight of the day—Jacob’s middle school team won their game tonight. He,
bless him, is a linebacker on the A team—not sure I know what all that means. I
fought tooth and nail to keep him off the football field but to no avail. It
still scares me, but I see changes in him to the good—maybe self-confidence,
maybe physical from working out at, heaven help us, 6:20 in the morning.
So there are my
two heroes for the day—Jacob and Jamie.
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