Lunch With Mom

 Yesterday, I worked until 8:30 PM.  I was a Courtesy Clerk.  No more sanitation at the moment.  Before I clocked in, I had lunch with my Mom.  We ate at Arby's.  My Mom is driving up to Michigan, along with my sister Elizabeth and her children.  Tate is riding up too.  Meagan, my other sister is going to fly up because according to my Mom, "We ran out of room" for the ride up.  They are going to go visit Aunt Mary.  I miss Aunt Mary, wish I could go.  I did ask, but only so they know I wanted to come along.  Road trip!  I am not sure if they leave today.

Speaking of today.  I smoke.  So, I was out back doing my thing.  I also had let my dog, Max, Abe, or whatever you want to call him, into the backyard.  As I watched him, and finished my cigarette he found a spot by the fence and laid down.  It had a calming affect.  I went back inside and let him continue to lay next to the fence, rather than bringing him in.  I went back upstairs and looked out the window to check on Max.  He was just sitting there.  It wasn't to hot for him, I suppose.  It has gotten hotter.  But it is still raining, and here we are midway through July, in Arlington Texas.  Normally, it is a million degrees out.  

This morning I was driving.  I listen to KCBI on the radio.  It is a Christian station.  I got in the car just as "Awesome God" was playing.  I like that song.  The thing is, that song makes me think of the this family from Florida.  I met them online.  They seemed to think I was the neatest thing since sliced bread.  I remember people in my life easily.  I am not sure why the song makes me think of that family.  I remember sitting on the bus, in Everett going to do math.  As I sat there the song came on in my disc player and my first thought was, "This makes me think of the that family from Florida".  Again, I am not sure why.  In fact, I am not sure why I still think of that family.  It has been twenty years since I last talked to them.  I am not sure whether it was working in the back of a Fedex chute that first brought them to mind.  Or, what happened during the wreck, where I thought of them as my car was crushed.  I'll try not to talk about it anymore.  I hate to bother people.  But for some reason, twenty years later, God has them on my mind still.  I pray for them because I don't know what else to do.  I was supposed to have gotten in touch with them years ago.  I will try not to talk about it anymore.  It involves personal feelings.  Instead, I will share the song here.  

Anyways, time to go play some Eve Online.