Well, it finally caught up with us; the weather, I mean. Yesterday we had a fun and relaxing day. Jill found a place to cut her hair, which has been troubling her slightly as it grows out. That pleased her. The hair dresser directed us to a place to look for hiking boots for me.
It seems when we descended into Carlsbad Caverns, my old hiking boots which are a little short, jammed my big toenails and caused them to become bruised. So, I needed some new boots and have been looking ever since. Yesterday I found a new pair at Academy Sports that I think will be the answer.
We came home and had some lunch, and then set out to see the restored stretch of Route 66 that is advertised in the “things to see in Amarillo” literature. We had a Dickens of a time finding it, but once we did, we found it quite interesting. To call it restored is a bit of a stretch, but many of the buildings are in good condition and give a little taste of what Route 66 in Amarillo may have looked like back in the day. It was fun.
At dinner time, we decided that we would be remiss if we left Texas without going out for a steak dinner. Again, the hairdresser’s recommendation proved to be a good one. We went to the Texas Roadhouse Restaurant, which is quintessential Texas. It’s big, it’s loud, the steaks were great and the people were friendly and sweet, just as we have come to expect in Texas. Even a couple of the patrons at the next table struck up a conversation and added to the fun. Our waitress was very sweet and attentive without being overbearing. Jill told her she wanted to be her mother.
After dinner, we came home and enjoyed watching the American Pickers on TV. When we retired, we were feeling good about the day.
About 10:15, we heard a loud “rap” on the trailer; then another and another; then it sounded as if we were inside a snare drum. The wind howled and the lightening flashed. We were definitely in the middle of a Texas plains thunderstorm. Eventually, I mustered enough courage to open the door a crack and see what truly was happening.
There was hail the size of grapes covering the ground. I checked the plastic hatch covers for the vent fans on the roof and found no evidence of damage. The dogs were not buying it. They both trembled and Pogo panted until the saliva dripped from her mouth.
We turned on the weather channel for an update, but by then, we had already experienced what they were warning about. The whole thing lasted about 10 minutes, but in the midst of it, it felt like hours. We strongly considered turning around and heading for home. This was not fun.
This morning, I got up and spent a good deal of time in prayer, during which the Lord reminded me to trust Him and to take things a day at a time; “Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”
On top of all that, I received an encouraging letter from the president of my seminary, so it’s all good. Today we head for Oklahoma City. Stay tuned.
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