January 30, 2017 - An Evening Walk

January 30, 2017

An Evening Walk

The morning was so beautiful, with the breeze blowing in my room, making it cool inside.  I didn’t want to get out of bed.  Wrapped in the covers, reading my Bible, checking Facebook and Instagram, I wanted to stay just where I was.  But I was looking at school starting back in a week and I really hadn’t done anything in my classroom, so I finally forced myself to get out of bed, though the bed kept saying, “Come back.  I love you, Mark!”  Hard to leave when it is like that.

I had some things to do at the school, but just didn’t feel like working.  I stayed only a little while and came home to work on somethings at my computer.

 

Around 5:00 I convinced myself to stay inside and just read because it was so hot.  But I still needed to get some supplies for my classroom.  About 8 blocks away, just two from the Plaza is a very good papeleria.  The -eria ending means store, so washateria means washing store. A papeleria means paper store, but think office supply.  It took a while to let the lady clerk to understand what I wanted, but I walked away with scissors, stapler, hole punch, notebooks, notebook paper, white board markers, and etc.

The walk restored my energy, so since I was just two blocks from the Plaza, why not get a Nicecream? The Nicecream store is the most different ice cream place I have ever encountered.  They make the ice cream while you wait.  It takes only about 3 minutes because they use liquid nitrogen to freeze it.  The process looks like a crazy mad scientist experiment.  The guy needs to branch out and open on in Ennis or Kaufman.

By 7:00, the Plaza was crowded and the temperature was perfect, in the low 70s with a nice breeze.  Families had poured in.  Kids were running around playing with toys or blowing bubbles.  Teens were smooching.  Old friends had met to enjoy the cool evening.  It was the place to be.

A funny looking lady sat down next to me.  She was dressed in baggy pants, a suit top three sizes too big, a frilly shirt, and bows on her head.  She wasn’t one of those crazy street people who don’t usually smell too good.  She just dressed differently.  She started complaining to me that it was too hot to drink coffee.  I told her that was why I was eating ice cream.  She saw someone across the Plaza and said she needed to talk to that person.  As she was leaving, she said she’d be right back.  Well, I didn’t wait for her.  She was a bit crazy.

By 9:00, my bed was calling to me again.  I crawled under the covers and enjoyed the breeze, as my bed said, “Welcome back.”

The man and his wife heard the sound of the LORD God as He was walking in the garden in the cool of the day.  Genesis 3:8

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