Was it?
This is a story of a little bit of worship and praise, because God has been so good to me today!
I have been very blessed today! I mean that. And in that, I got to be a little bit of a blessing to someone else.
On Thursday, I got a thingie in the mailbox announcing that my neighborhood was having a pot luck get together on Saturday. I thought it might be nice to smoke some meat. By Friday morning, I decided to do that; smoke a brisket and at least take it and drop it off. I'm most likely going to the football game at Weber State tonight.
My smoker won't hold a large brisket, though. I have to cut it in half, which is what I did this morning. BTW, America is a great country. Some little people were playing with my gas grill knobs again, and my propane cylinder got empty. I needed one and at eight in the morning, I was able to exchange it at Lowe's. I almost made a comment on Facebook today about this being reason 892 why America is great. A lady at church who never messages me sent me a facebook message today with a video of some guy talking about how great America was. That really happened today, too.
So, back to my smoker story. I have a small bit of spending money, and I thought maybe upgrading to a bigger smoker would be nice. I looked at Lowe's, Home Depot, Sam's Club, and Sportsman's Warehouse. The ones they had that were like the one I wanted were well above $400 so I dismissed the idea. Lowe's had one for $159 that I was giving serious consideration to last night but it wasn't what I wanted, so I skipped it, as I said.
Last night, right before bedtime, I saw one on KSL, exactly what I wanted, new in the box for $160. It was way past texting someone time, so I decided to go to bed. When I woke up this morning, I got the meat on my little smoker, but decided that I would see if that one I saw last night was available. It was. I told the people I had to drive from Ogden and I asked if it would fit in the back seat of a car, and the lady said no, so I had to drive Chevron to Providence.
Last night, I'm reading a book called Through the Eyes of a Lion by Levi Lusko. It found me, and that's another story. Anyway, the last chapter of the book has him talking about one of his favorite pastors from the 1880s. The pastor's last name is McCheyne. I know someone very well who happens to live in Cache County whose last name is very similar.
Anyway, driving to Providence in Chevron, so of course I needed to stop for gas. As I'm pulling into the Maverik, The Who messaged me to let me know her daughter is now a brand new mother of a little boy whose name is the same as the seven year old that lives here.
Remember, I'm on my way to Providence, which is in Cache County if you don't know that.
I get there and the guy comes out. Turns out he's parting with a father's day present because they decided to take a trip and were selling some things to pay for it. We load it into the truck and the guy asks me, "Where do you live in Ogden?"
Me: "Just north of Weber State. They're my back fence neighbors."
The guy, "No kidding. We were just driving around that area the other day. Hey hon, he lives right where we were driving around down there the other day."
I couldn't make that story up on a dare. Here's a picture of the smoker:
Anyway... I've been up to Pettingills fruit stand a few times. I've come back once with enough stuff to make salsa. I took the long way home from Providence, through Logan, heading toward Tremonton, and drove through Deweyville, Honeyville, and Brigham City on the way. I decided that I would stop at Pettingills, to get a peach or two on the way home just because I was hungry. When I got there, they had a few bushels of romas and early Johnathan apples that they'd just picked this morning.
So another batch of salsa, some wonderful apples, and I'm feeling spoiled-blessed.
The circle of my day was complete when I met Wendi in the driveway. I told her about the baby. She met the Who when her son was here. She tells me someone we both know has a new squeeze with the same first name as the Who.
Because, of course it is.
Providence? You be the judge.
I have been very blessed today! I mean that. And in that, I got to be a little bit of a blessing to someone else.
On Thursday, I got a thingie in the mailbox announcing that my neighborhood was having a pot luck get together on Saturday. I thought it might be nice to smoke some meat. By Friday morning, I decided to do that; smoke a brisket and at least take it and drop it off. I'm most likely going to the football game at Weber State tonight.
My smoker won't hold a large brisket, though. I have to cut it in half, which is what I did this morning. BTW, America is a great country. Some little people were playing with my gas grill knobs again, and my propane cylinder got empty. I needed one and at eight in the morning, I was able to exchange it at Lowe's. I almost made a comment on Facebook today about this being reason 892 why America is great. A lady at church who never messages me sent me a facebook message today with a video of some guy talking about how great America was. That really happened today, too.
So, back to my smoker story. I have a small bit of spending money, and I thought maybe upgrading to a bigger smoker would be nice. I looked at Lowe's, Home Depot, Sam's Club, and Sportsman's Warehouse. The ones they had that were like the one I wanted were well above $400 so I dismissed the idea. Lowe's had one for $159 that I was giving serious consideration to last night but it wasn't what I wanted, so I skipped it, as I said.
Last night, right before bedtime, I saw one on KSL, exactly what I wanted, new in the box for $160. It was way past texting someone time, so I decided to go to bed. When I woke up this morning, I got the meat on my little smoker, but decided that I would see if that one I saw last night was available. It was. I told the people I had to drive from Ogden and I asked if it would fit in the back seat of a car, and the lady said no, so I had to drive Chevron to Providence.
Last night, I'm reading a book called Through the Eyes of a Lion by Levi Lusko. It found me, and that's another story. Anyway, the last chapter of the book has him talking about one of his favorite pastors from the 1880s. The pastor's last name is McCheyne. I know someone very well who happens to live in Cache County whose last name is very similar.
Anyway, driving to Providence in Chevron, so of course I needed to stop for gas. As I'm pulling into the Maverik, The Who messaged me to let me know her daughter is now a brand new mother of a little boy whose name is the same as the seven year old that lives here.
Remember, I'm on my way to Providence, which is in Cache County if you don't know that.
I get there and the guy comes out. Turns out he's parting with a father's day present because they decided to take a trip and were selling some things to pay for it. We load it into the truck and the guy asks me, "Where do you live in Ogden?"
Me: "Just north of Weber State. They're my back fence neighbors."
The guy, "No kidding. We were just driving around that area the other day. Hey hon, he lives right where we were driving around down there the other day."
I couldn't make that story up on a dare. Here's a picture of the smoker:
Anyway... I've been up to Pettingills fruit stand a few times. I've come back once with enough stuff to make salsa. I took the long way home from Providence, through Logan, heading toward Tremonton, and drove through Deweyville, Honeyville, and Brigham City on the way. I decided that I would stop at Pettingills, to get a peach or two on the way home just because I was hungry. When I got there, they had a few bushels of romas and early Johnathan apples that they'd just picked this morning.
So another batch of salsa, some wonderful apples, and I'm feeling spoiled-blessed.
The circle of my day was complete when I met Wendi in the driveway. I told her about the baby. She met the Who when her son was here. She tells me someone we both know has a new squeeze with the same first name as the Who.
Because, of course it is.
Providence? You be the judge.
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