Well Sara, I’m here. I’m sitting at this computer looking like a drowned rat having just battled the minefield that is my favorite place on earth (insert thick and heavy sarcasm here) …The Wal-Mart during a torrential rain all so I could purchase parts and pieces to do surgery on my printer. So as I sit here wondering if I should change out of my wet clothes or just suffer because they’ll surely get drenched on my next trip out to drop things off at the Thrift Store. I thought I would offer you a bit of an update since Facebook ate my blog.
So last week we heard that the head coach of the football team at our old university was fired. Ray and I started a valiant campaign via Facebook to get a friend of ours hired. It sucked up my computer time. At the end of the week, I’m disappointed because it looks like our friend won’t get an interview in spite of all the community support. In fact, the silence coming from the Athletic Department is deafening. I will say this. The next football coach better walk on water or I am going to be furious. Enough about that. God has a plan. We’ll wait and see.
This weekend we were shown how very blessed we really are. Our church through a going away party for us. It was truly a Blue Christmas — Memphis theme complete with an Elvis impersonator who happens to be a good friend.
We received a Elvis Drive-Inn Theater. The girls have played Elvis music until I almost don’t like it anymore. We also received a piece of Shona Art from Africa. It is a beautiful scuplture. I love, love, love it. I’m sorry I don’t have a picture of it. It’s packed up for the move. Oh…the gratuitous picture in front of the record tree.
Almost exactly 10 years ago, we left Norfolk and moved to Iceland. Our friend Keith wrote and performed a very special song about our life. He sang that very song and wrote a new one about our girls leaving all their boyfriends behind to go to Memphis. We love the Cuthrell’s. They have been part friend, part extended family. I love Keith’s songs. They are very, very funny. If I have a second, I’ll post the words. They are much funnier than anything that I would think up.
We were blessed all over again with a dinner out with our LIFE Group. We have hosted a small group for our church for the last 5 years, literally since about a week after Ray got home from Iraq. We sat down and figured out that at least 19 families were at one time involved with this over the past 5 years. We’ve seen families come and go. It has been a wonderful experience. I hope the family that we passed the torch to is able to see all the good that comes from opening your home each week. We really did love it for the good and the bad. Here’s a picture of our current group at dinner.
Now I’m back to packing. One week from today the movers come in and start putting our life in boxes. I have so much to do! For some reason, the house isn’t automatically cleaning it’s self as I purge. I don’t know what’s up with that. I have the girls’ bedrooms almost ready. Today it’s my closet. Plus surgery on the printer so I can send Ray off to Memphis. I have phone calls to make to the vet and doctors too. If you don’t hear from me, you know why…