First Time's a Charm...

I did something today that I’ve never done before…and baby, it felt good!

It was 8:00am and I’m out cutting the yard. I don’t know where you are, but I’m in Dallas and it was hot. Not “HOT!” but hot all the same.

Let me put this in perspective: It was eight o’clock in the morning and already 85 degrees, with a projected high of around 102 for the day. To me, that’s hot.

So anyway, I’m cutting the grass on our new, much larger yard. On our old house, cutting the yard took me about 30 minutes. This new and improved bad boy takes me every bit of an hour. Needless to say, when I got done I was HOT and sweating like a pig! I was so hot I was beginning to get a headache.

That’s when I get the idea to jump in the pool.

It’s never occurred to me to do this before, simply because I’ve never had a pool before.

I was headed that direction and started wondering if my sweaty body would get the pool dirty. Then I thought, “Who cares! I mean isn’t that what the chlorine is for?”

I jumped in, crossed my legs, sank to the bottom and sat Indian style on the bottom for what felt like an eternity.

I came up, wiped the water out of my eyes, ran my hands through my hair and I felt incredible.

Yep, I do believe I’ve started a new tradition.

Now I get it...

There’s this guy at my church, who reads this blog. I’m not sure how often, but I do know that he reads it, which puts him in a very exclusive and rather small collection of individuals known fondly to me as “My Readers.” I’m quite certain you can count them all on one hand and still have fingers left over.

But anyway, at church there is this guy, we’ll call him Pablo.

Pablo and I teach Sunday School together and we were just hanging out and taking attendance before the lesson started, and our conversation went something like this:

“Let me see your hands.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, I assume they’re broken, or burned and bandaged.” Looking down and toward my hands. “Nope, hmm? I just assumed since you’ve posted nothing since May that there must be some kind of problem…but I don’t see anything. It just makes you wonder.”

“Hey! I’ve been busy. I’ve had all the end of school stuff, we just moved and …”

Pablo just rolled his eyes and nodded his head.

And that’s when it hit me.

Pablo is a nice guy, a little socially inept, but a nice guy all the same. I’ve been posting here for three or four years, and in that time I’ve had a couple of posts that “tons” of people read. I don’t know how they found them, but these few posts had more than their fair share of readers. And that felt good. However, unlike my brother’s RLP blog, I didn’t really have any true Third Grade Mind followers…not until Pablo.

So for Pablo I’ll try to do a better job of keeping up with my writing schedule.

Note: Don’t you worry about Pablo. He’ll read this, but he won’t have any idea “Pablo” is really him.