Twenty four hours late Earl walks in the door, just in time to walk out again for his usual Monday night Bible study. We are like proverbial ships passing in the night, but at least he’s home and not sitting in some airport hoping to get here.
When he returns from Bible study we take time to chat in our living room. He tells me about the memorial service for his deceased friend and his dinner with Pat Franke, another longtime friend who attended the service. I tell him about cooking a turkey and washing my car while he was gone. Hmmm. What do our activities say about us?
No matter. We’re back to pre-weekend formation, where Earl comes up with an idea and wants to implement it immediately; while I want to think about it. We’re back to computer issues, where Earl wants them solved immediately while I still ponder the best way to resolve them.
Basically we’re back to “Do it now,” Earl’s mantra. When something catches his attention, he focuses on it one hundred percent. For instance, he’s already interrupted three times to give me bills from his trip while I’m writing this blog.
Is this so terrible? Not really. I’ve adjusted to it and still get plenty of time to myself. But I will say that this past weekend, where I did what I wanted when I wanted with no interruptions, was a gift. Amen. And now . . .
Welcome home, Earl.
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