The Little Condo on the Prairie (August 7th)

Last week in “the little condo” we had to figure out what to do without our grandbaby in the house to revolve our lives around:

Cheryl & I ate at a restaurant in Norman one afternoon last week and sat outside at the patio table and chairs since it wasn’t too hot. It was a good thought, but there were so many flies at that particular place that it detracted from the “ambience.” Cheryl observed, “You’d think there wouldn’t be so many flies here in Oklahoma, since the Scissor-tailed Flycatcher is the state bird.”
Me: “They eat flies?”
Cheryl: “The ‘Scissor-tailed FLY CATCHER?!'” Then she launched into one of her inimitable lengthy laughs, against which there is never any rational defense …

I ran in to Walgreens the other day to pick up a couple of things. I had on khaki shorts, and both an OU hat and OU golf shirt, a combination I don’t often wear (unless I am at a football game) because it looks too “coach-like.” Sure enough, the young lady at the counter asked me:
“Are you a coach for OU?”
Thinking I was being funny, I replied: “Only an arm chair coach.”
She didn’t get it. “I mean are you a coach of the football team?”
Trying to clarify, and making one more attempt at humor, I replied: “Yes, but I only coach from the sofa, watching tv.”
Obviously unimpressed, she said very flatly, “Oh” — not a glimpse of a smile, and with disappointment dripping from her voice. I’m obviously not much of a comedian either. I did, however, smile to myself on the way out …

My heart rate monitor watch battery evidently died. Or, perhaps more accurately, “almost died.” The screen blanked out, so I set it on my bedstand, so I could take it to get a battery some day soon. But when I went to bed that night, it was making an odd “beep” sound that kept me up, so I put it in the living room where I assumed it would finally die out. But the next morning, it was still making that sound, so I moved it back to the bedroom. Surely the end was near. But that night when I went to bed I had to move it back to the living room again! When I got up later that night, unable to sleep in bed and needing to try the recliner, I had to do something else with the watch, so in frustration, I just put it under a pillow on the living room floor. The next morning, incredibly, it was STILL alive — and Eponine was very curious …


Last Sunday night after church, Cheryl & I felt like doing something, but we didn’t know what. We had pulled out of the church parking lot, and there were no cars behind us, so we remained at the stop sign for some time while we discussed where we might go.
Suddenly Cheryl’s phone rang. The voice on the other end said: “Are y’all trying to think of what you want to do tonight?” It was Pete Jackson, one of our former church members from Beggs, and a good friend of ours now at Trinity, Norman.
Cheryl said, “Yes how did you know?”
Pete said, “We were getting in our car in the parking lot and we looked over and saw you sitting there for a long time, and Jennifer said she thought it looked like you were trying to decide where to go or what to do. Wanna go with us to get some pizza?”
We did! I think really good friends know how to read your mind!

Libby wrote Cheryl and told her that she and Josh were going to have to get our grandbaby Corley Jane a dog, because every time she watched a cartoon on Josh’s laptop, she was totally captivated by the animated canines she saw there.
Cheryl responded, “She just probably thinks it’s Boompa!”
Now THAT wasn’t necessary! And it’s NOT true, because she knows me, as we still get to talk over the computer, see:


One weekend evening, Paul went out and told Cheryl not to wait up for him. She wondered what he was up to, but didn’t want to pry. When he came home later, he said that he had met a young lady to eat snow cones. Cheryl told him: “Paul, you are an adult; I don’t want you to feel like you need to ask permission to go out.”
Paul: “I don’t. That’s why I said, ‘Don’t wait up for me’!”

Speaking of Paul, Cheryl & I came home from shopping one day last week, and when we pulled into our parking spot, there sat Paul, looking as innocently as he could — considering that he was eating the last of my special ice cream right out of the container! As we pulled closer and it became clear what we were seeing, Cheryl began laughing — at the audacity of his deed, and the look on his face. We still get a kick out of the picture we took:


Michael, emerging around noonish one day from his teen-ager-y slumber: “I had a dream last night that they put me in a production of ‘Les Miserables.’ I was up in the chorus or something.”
Me: “So what happened in the dream; was there a problem or what?”
Michael: “No — I was just disappointed when I woke up!”

Well, I hope you’re not too disappointed, but this edition of “Little Condo” is up! Hope that you have a great week!

About Shawn Thomas

My blog,, provides brief devotions from own personal daily Bible reading, as well as some of my sermons, book reviews, and family life experiences.
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