We had a 5.7 magnitude earthquake that shook us out of our beds this morning--the epicenter of which was less than twenty miles away--during a Pandemic Panic on the day that all the school children were supposed to start online schooling. And my boss still required us drivers to complete two long online CDL training courses and take the tests in order to get paid for today (since my last post, the district changed their minds again and decided we'd have daily tasks in order to get paid).
I took Joseph to the doctor on Monday--back in the good old days before the week got really weird--to get refills for his asthma medications, and they put us in the Cowboy Room.
Featured in the Cowboy Room are a hitching post, a loosely mounted plastic bull head, and...
...this setup.
A wagon bed examination table. Cute! And the wagon wheel on the wall is certainly apropos of the theme.
But what is that above the table?
Someone found some splintery old fence, ripped off the top half, and attached two loops of barbed wire to it.
And then someone else decided that was the perfect accent in a pediatric doctor's office.
I checked: the barbed wire is real. And sharp. And the fence is splintery.
It's bold, I'll give them that. If they're trying to drum up ways to add more charges (tetanus shots?), this is one way to go. Even the hitching post, which begs to be climbed on, is great for concussion charges.
I kid, of course. Children should not be coddled so much that they can't look at some things and think, "Hmmm. Danger? Probably." But curious three-year-olds aren't quite there yet, and while Mom is dealing with screaming one-year-old sibling, big sister or brother is gambling with the Eight of Pain.
Anyway, we sustained no bodily or structural damage at either the doctor's office or during the earthquake, and our power stayed on all day today without interruption. The two grocery stores that had to close briefly due to product and some slight structural damage are open again, and I was able to hit the pharmacy and grab Joseph's refills, which I really should have done yesterday. All in all, life is back to normal. Well, as normal as it has been lately.
Little Gary is totally freaked out about the earthquake. He's dealt with his fright by talking non-stop and getting a migraine. Before the migraine hit, poor kid, we had a long discussion about how God controls everything. I didn't say too much (just let him talk), and I am awed by his faith. Despite his fear and worry, he knows he's watched over and protected. His testimony of Jesus Christ is strong, and he recognizes how the Spirit feels, and I'm very grateful for that.
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