We went for a motorcycle ride this morning and met some friends for breakfast in Oregon. After breakfast, we rode along the Rock River but the sky was getting dark and we heard thunder so headed for home. We arrived home a little windblown and damp, but not drenched. Praises!
We weren't home too long and decided to take one of those indulgent Sunday afternoon naps. I was almost asleep when I heard the house door open and a voice that sounded like Luke, our son from Springfield. Sure nuf! He was in the area for a service call for Hagie. This time of year it doesn't matter what day of the week it is, he could get called out. Little did we know we drove right by the farm he was working on when we were trying to escape the rain and wind. He stayed most of the afternoon so we had a good, long visit. What a nice Sunday surprise!
aaah lori.. Another co incidence in our lives. I have a daughter living in Springfield. She is a music teacher in New Berlin, just west of there. She will teach one more year and then marry her fiance and move to pensylvania. I will stop by and meet you quickly one of these times I go see mom at Freeport Rehab.
ReplyDeleteMary Oleqwilter@aol.com
Love reading about your blog about living in God's Country where there are hills. And big storms today it appears.