Life is Good

Life is Good

It’s Sunday.

The morning started off “classic Christiansen.”

I was in the bathroom.  My hand knocked the toilet paper roll off its perch on the antique iron carriage step mounted on the wall.

Panic began to set in as I watched it roll across the floor to the other side of the bathroom.

Out of reach…

Great, I thought, it’s going to be one of those days.

 

Church was good.  The service was called “What is In Your Hand,” a reference to the staff a reluctant Moses was holding when God spoke to him at the burning bush and pressed Moses into service to lead His people out of Egypt.  For this morning however, the message was directed at our calling and those of us listening being pressed into service with mission work that our church was involved in.  It was a good message, but as I listened I had to acknowledge to myself there have been times in my church life I was much better at participating.  Sometimes life gets in the way even with church and helping others.  I decided there would be a time when would get better at this again.

After church it was time to get some physical activity in.  Yesterday (Saturday) at Cameron’s urging he and I went for a three mile run/walk.  He was tough and hard on the old man (me).   We vowed we would take on a 5K together in the Spring when the weather got better.  But in the mean time we would train.

Don’t bother us, we are in training!

So on Sunday after church, we went out again, this time taking Kim.  It was a great bonding time on both days and I am looking forward to that Spring 5K.

It was a Steelers weekend as well.

Savannah and Kim spent the better part of Saturday making halupki (aka stuffed cabbage or aka in Western Pennsylvania, Pigs in a Blanket) and pierogis, a ravioli kind of thing,  but this one is stuffed with mashed potatoes.    At the end of the afternoon, by my estimate, we had enough halupki and pierogies to feed the population of Pittsburgh on a game day.

But now on Sunday, with the Steelers game moved to an 8:20 pm start, we had some time to kill.  We spent the rest of the afternoon looking at old photos including some of past playoff game get-togethers;   some new photos; writing a little; and eating a lot as we half paid attention to the Packers as they beat the Cowboys.

 

 

Our newest grandchild!

One of those new photos was one sent by Alexa.  It was one of those ultrasound photos of my newest grandson or granddaughter, since I don’t know yet whether it’s a boy or a girl.

I am always amazed by these images.

I messaged Alexa to ask,  how many weeks this wonderful little baby was?

Twelve, she texted back.

Wow  I thought, twelve weeks…unbelievable…as I got a little winkage.

 

Now getting later, we put Cameron to bed with our usual ritual and I went in to his room to say goodnight to him.  I rubbed his back,  said goodnight and he said to me:

“I had a nice weekend Pop Pop.”

“Me too buddy,” I replied,  “me too.”

More winkage.

Then, as I have done the last two weekends, I put on my new Antonio Brown jersey that my wife bought me and settled down to watch the game, nervously eating my Utz pretzels one after another (like I needed more food).

Late into the night I watched.

And in the end, once again, my new AB jersey came through with another win.

The Steelers are three for three with me in my new jersey, I thought as I put my halupki laden, pierogie bulging belly to bed finally.

Like Cameron said, it was a nice weekend.

And it just goes to show you.

Even on a day that starts with your toilet paper roll leaving you stranded,

Life…is good.

Yup!

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