Family Life

Parents in Car Wreck

A few days ago my parents got in a car wreck on their drive back from New York. They were in Dad’s pickup truck pulling a camper. They hydroplaned, spun around 3 times through oncoming traffic and finally slid into a ditch.

Parent's Wreck

The camper was filled with things they were bringing south to my grandmother.

Neither Mom or Dad were injured, but their truck and camper are in bad shape. They are both now safely back in Georgia trying to sort out what to do with insurance and all of that. Dad has had some horrible nightmares, but those are passing.

I am very thankful they are both okay. Really, the last two days have been the best days of my life. It’s the worst feeling in the world to imagine that you could lose someone you love. Every time I hear a siren, I pray for the people who need that ambulance or firetruck.;

I mean, that ambulance could be going to help Candyce. More than anything, praying for people like this keeps me from getting so self-consumed that I forget that there are real people, real families who are in pain. I also make an effort never to be captivated by tragedy on the news without forgetting the hearts of the people who are directly effected.

It’s only fair. I don’t want anyone to be entertained at my death, so why should I be entertained with theirs?

Married Life, Part II

In the month since I’ve been married, every day has been disorienting. The normal habits and routines of life are uprooted and tossed over the wall. What’s left a new life, a clear piece of earth ready for a garden to be planted.

The most obvious difference is that there is a woman living in my house. I could go on for pages about how this has changed, but I don’t have the energy for that. (Actually, it’s because I haven’t figured out how to live with the mythical creation that is female.)

I have so much fun being at home now. This house isn’t just where I hang my hat and watch a sports game on TV. It’s becoming a more hospitable, comfortable home. I’ve done two random things this week that I haven’t done since I’ve been living on my own. I had trouble sleeping, so I got up and made something to eat. This is new because I’ve never had that much food in the fridge. The second thing is that I also got up from bed and went downstairs and watched TV. I would do this all the time in high school, but since I’ve been on my own, I’ve never done this. I guess it’s that my house is comfortable to live in again, so I’m finding my way back to simple rituals from my childhood.

Work is not as fun. Yeah, it’s good to be creative throughout the day, but as the afternoon passes by, all I can think of is how I can’t wait to get home to hang out with Candyce again. Spending time with her was always the highlight of my week. Now I get that every night and weekend.

We went to Costco and bought groceries yesterday. That was good because food is cheaper there, and I felt like we got more to eat than if we’d shopped anywhere else. But at the same time, it was a little boring standing there at the checkout, watching dozens of items slide across the scanner. This 5-minute ritual is as ordinary as life can get. I’m happy to live in a country where the economy is stable enough for the stores to stay stocked with fresh food. But that doesn’t make going “grocery shopping” exciting. It’s something you have to do, so you just do it.