And God saw that it was good. And there was evening, and there was morning —the third day. (Genesis)
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Days one and two weren’t so bad. Hubbymoose and I just were beginning to shake off the shock of having some of his relatives show up on our doorstep – unannounced – from Georgia. You know that we live in Alaska, right? They had driven non-stop from Atlanta to Kenai, Alaska.
That is a distance of 4558 miles. Amazingly it took them less than a week to travel that distance. Their pictures were hilarious; taken through the windshield from the moving vehicle.
We enjoyed visiting with them, introducing them to our now grown daughters and the grandchildren.
Then they got restless. Along about the third day. You know – one of the days God said was good? Yeah, that day.
Hubbymoose and I owned a small print shop. It was important that we both be there to accomplish the day’s chores. We could not always be available to our tourists. We gave them directions and drew maps and sent them on their way.
However, we came home at dinner time to find them sullen about having been left to their own devices. A change of plans was called for; we notified customers of a delay in delivery of their printed forms and planned to take our tourists on a day trip. They would drive their truck (complete with mattress and provisions in the covered bed) and we would ride our motorcycles. (At least we could have fresh air, right?)
God smiled. He chuckled. He laughed out loud.
And then He sent the deluge. We encountered rain of the likes we had not seen all that summer.
We made a quick turn into a campground, geared up in rainsuits, regrouped with the kin, and headed on to Seward. They were snug in their truck and we? We were riding free.
We live in Alaska. We make our own fun.
We looked forward to the 4th day.
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One of Trifecta’s editors is visiting family this week. She reminds us all that, like fish, guests smell a bit after three days. The above story is(mostly) true.
