Yeah, I know. Many are still off on the July 4th Holiday, but, for us retirees, well, everyday is a kind of holiday, and, hopefully, we are thankful to God for His provision every day, this one being,
Monday, July 6, 2026. Life is a series of experiences. Right? Duh! The other day we traveled into the metropolis for the specialist's specialist appointment for the wife. Back in the mid 1960's I worked for the VA Hospital in Alexandria, Louisiana. When the wife needed the car I would catch a ride to work with Ward and Vivian Hooter. They greatly lived up to their name because, in essence, they were a hoot. I rode in the backseat of their little car and they mumbled, grumbled, and threw accusatory thoughts and ideas forth and back for the entire journey. It was as good as Burns and Allen or perhaps Fibber McGee and Molly. (If you don't recognize those characters, do what I do, look them up.) At any rate, riding with them was a blast. Well, the other day the wife and I, perhaps without even realizing it, we reprised their routines and became our version of The Bickersons. (Look them up too.) The wife said my driving actually scared her to death, however, she was still breathing when we finally made it to our destination. If I'm not mistaken, a time or two she drew up into the fetal position trying to brace herself, you know, like the crash dummy. It was an interesting ride and even though I laughed about it, often, she didn't seem to connect to the punch lines. Oh well. We did make it. By the grace of God and Google Maps. The staff there at the thoracic surgical center for Baylor School of Medicine, they were exceptionally nice. The specialist's specialist was running late. He sent in a place holder, one of his physician assistants, and, we went through all the diagrams of the esophagus, stomach, and other vital issues at hand. Finally, one hour late, the man of the hour appeared and drew a lot of stuff on a piece of paper and gave a very confident assurance that he, the specialist's specialist, could do a surgical procedure and help her with her digestive and reflux related issues. He was very convincing, therefore, we have a mid August date set up for her surgery.
It's been a while since I was in that part of Houston, however, I do think I recognized some of the sink holes, pot holes, and other road hazards from my last time there. Obviously, this area was not part of the make nice and pretty for the world cup soccer games. Just observing, folks, not being critical. I report and you decide. My guess is that mostly sick people come to that particular center. You know. People who have medical needs. That's a great reason to charge them $6 per hour to park. Right? And, remember when they told you when you were younger to just walk it off. Well, that's exactly what you do there. Just walk it off, further, further, and oh yeah, a wee bit further yet. I'm planning on getting my seven year trained physical therapist to stamp my card for two weeks based on the walking I did to get to the place we were supposed to be. But, the bottom line is how blessed we are to have access to such wonderful care related medical services. When I was at one of the large medical clinics in our area here in The Woodlands the other day I noticed how full the parking lot was and people were lined up waiting to see their doctor. We drove for 1-1/2 hours into the medical center in Houston, same story. Yes. I am aware there are a lot of people in the metroplex, but, it begs the question: What came first? The service or the need? You dwell on that for a while and when you get a headache, take an aspirin and a nap. And, say a prayer. That always helps. It does. It really does.
Amen.
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