Sunday night we
enjoyed watching again the first Christian movie I ever attended as a teenager.
The film ended as usual with Richard Burton and Jean Simmons holding
hands and walking to their execution as white, fluffy clouds surrounded them. “The
Robe” played at my junior high school auditorium in 1954.
On that
inspiring note near midnight, we dropped the Roman shades in our
bedroom, turned off the lights and got cozy and comfortable under the
blankets. With eyes closed, we laid close together on the verge of entering
dreamland, one step away from unconsciousness.
Suddenly, I opened my
eyes. “Did you see that flash of light?”
“Yes, I did!”
Ten minutes
later. “Did you see it again?”
“Yes, I did!”
“Did you hear
any thunder?”
“No.”
“I think
thunder always follows lightning.”
“Let's keep
our eyes open.”
Our sleepy eyes
refused to stay at attention and we drifted off again.
Closet mirrors
line one long wall in our bedroom. Fifteen minutes later through closed
eye lids, we saw a flash of light fill the bedroom once again. After the
fourth episode, Craig investigated the front, back and side yards, but
found nothing suspicious. I suggested he sleep in the library that
adjourns our bedroom and wait for the light to appear again. Before
he could enter the library and sit down, a bright flash exploded, but this time accompanied by loud popping and snapping noises.
I sat upright
in bed. “Oh my goodness! I see an electrical problem!”
No, China has
the problem and gave it to America! Now our government insists we
buy those tubular light blubs that hiss at you while you sit in the
library, minding your own business reading your favorite book.
President Bush
gets the blame for this decision. I wonder if I'm responsible to tell
him the light, with the switch off, comes on repeatedly before
China's bulb blows up and creates a mental emergency for the elderly.
Sure glad I
went to Jerry's a couple months ago and purchased twenty-years supply
of good old Mr. Edison. My sons will groan when they inherit these efficient
antiques.
Happy Springtime!
Happy Birthdays, Joyce and Margaret!
Happy Birthdays, Joyce and Margaret!
Juanita