A Veterans Day pup
Monday’s and Tuesday’s schooling began two hours late, due to snow. Karin delayed her Monday work to sit with Samuel in her heated car while he waited for the bus. Good thing, because otherwise I’d’ve stood by the curb with Samuel and Daniel and Abel, thirty minutes longer than usual, not knowing whether the bus would come at all. (The bus-tracking app was out of order.)
(Time was, people’d wait for buses in the cold, not having apps to reassure them. Ours is a softer time.)
Tuesday – yesterday – was Veterans Day, so Karin didn’t go to work. She put Samuel on the bus again. When he came home, he was carrying a drawing he’d made of a “Veterans Day pup”:
Daniel and Abel played in the snow. Mormon missionaries stood by our yard and invited our family to church. They were so winsome, I hated to say no. I should’ve invited them to church.
They knocked on doors on our street, then drove away in a Texas-plated ute (my preferred term for that car) (pun not intended).
(Time was, people’d wait for buses in the cold, not having apps to reassure them. Ours is a softer time.)
Tuesday – yesterday – was Veterans Day, so Karin didn’t go to work. She put Samuel on the bus again. When he came home, he was carrying a drawing he’d made of a “Veterans Day pup”:
Daniel and Abel played in the snow. Mormon missionaries stood by our yard and invited our family to church. They were so winsome, I hated to say no. I should’ve invited them to church.
They knocked on doors on our street, then drove away in a Texas-plated ute (my preferred term for that car) (pun not intended).