The Funny Farm

On Tuesday, McKenzie and I were exploring Sarasota on our way to pick Josh up at the field. It's always interesting to drive around new cities. I see and find the most interesting things. I almost hit an Amish/Mennonite gentleman riding the biggest tricycle I've ever seen while turning out of a shopping plaza. I discovered that Sarasota doesn't believe in continuing streets for long periods of time, but prefers to abruptly punctuate them with golf courses or retirement mobile home parks. And finally, I discovered the infamous "Funny Farm." 

We were driving through a residential neighborhood when it appeared out of nowhere. It was a large ranch style house with a big yard with a jungle gym. Everything was fenced, but the swinging wooden sign, prominently hung on a tall poll, announced that I had arrived at "The Funny Farm." 

I had to laugh. The last few days I've felt like I was going to lose my mind and have to be taken off to the Funny Farm. Between Josh having a cold, which for any man means that he is at death's door, McKenzie stuffing remote controls in the VCR, and the nearly constant lack of something to do other than laundry, cleaning, cooking, and wiping the oatmeal smears off the glass table for the nine-hundredth and ninety-ninth time, I truly thought I might be committed. But now that I know what it looks like, maybe it's not such a bad place. I could spend all day climbing on the jungle gym. 

I'll have to take a picture of the sign. Then next time I have a "Funny Farm" day/days, I'll post it and you can all pray that I don't lose my mind, at least not permanently. 

Today, that should not be a problem. Josh is pitching this afternoon in the Triple-A game against the Rays in Port Charlotte, which is about 50 miles south of Sarasota. I think that Port Charlotte is such a pretty sounding name for a city. I like trying names of cities as children's names, but I don't think that naming a child Port Charlotte Perrault would really be an option. 

Don't laugh, one has to do something to entertain themselves while traversing miles and miles and miles of U.S. interstate. 

All joking aside, I am so thankful for the Lord's abundant blessings in our life. Josh is feeling much better this morning, and should by God's grace be "on his game" today. Please pray that the Lord would grant him success in his labors and that Josh's work would bring the Lord glory. 

May you all have a blessed and delightful Thursday! 

The people whom I formed for Myself will declare my praise." ~ Isaiah 43:21