going once,...SOLD!

Monday was a busy day. I gathered some items that we want to sell at the flea market tomorrow. We have Mom’s TV, a portable sweeper, a Lexmark printer, and a fold up table. Evelyn came home from exercising, but the furnace man was not yet here (an hour late). I had to leave for Harlingen to sell the unit. I made the transaction and took a few small items from the trailer that we could probably use in our mobile and returned home. The furnace had been fixed but the day was beautiful so we didn’t need heat or AC. We ate lunch and rode our bicycles to meet with Evelyn’s oncologist. He took blood and gave her a physical exam. Everything seems to be fine, and she will not need to see him until April when she has her mammogram. We rode back to the hospital and saw Roy’s wife Vi. She thinks she might be released tomorrow. We hope she can. We rode back home, and I took the flea market items to the outback to arrange for tomorrow morning’s sale. I came home and we readied ourselves to leave to go to the home of our friends the Bauknechts for dinner. Before we left, I received a call from Texas Trader saying they had sold our motor home. I really have mixed emotions about that, but the Lord’s will be done. Our friends used to own a hotel in Winnipeg, and she loves to cook and bake. We always enjoy being with them even though Heinz has a heavy German accent. We had a pork loin for dinner and then played hand and foot, a game they love to play. We usually play men verses women and, through absolute luck, we usually win. They talked very much about their paraplegic daughter who is a world renowned wheelchair racer. They had never told us the story of how she was injured and misdiagnosed in the follow up to her surgery. She is a very competitive woman and had won the world competition in wheelchair racing this past summer in Holland. Alice was quite emotional as she shared the story of her accident. So was Heinz when he talked with me about the story. I hope we were of support to them. I don’t know what chord the story struck because they had never been this open in all the times we had been together before.