Another Day

Crawled into bed last night, replaying the moments of my day, and enjoyed the flow of it all.  Naturally, I wanted to write it all down.

The day began at my house, where a handful of my close friends (including my mother) sat around my table, Bibles opened, sharing God’s Word, lots of laughs, plenty of deep discussion, cups of coffee and a batch of toffee made from my sister’s incredible recipe the night before.

It was the day for our “business lunch” with our new employee, which coincided with the Rotary Club’s pork chop dinner at the Ag Expo.  My dad generously treats us to this every year, so we were off to the fair grounds for the annual feast, with my dad at the grill.  The hour spent there is worthy of an entire chapter in a book.

We drive up to the parking lot across the street from my Granddad’s old peanut mill, where we’re greeted by three men riding longhorn cattle.  (Yes, sitting on the backs of huge longhorns!)  We make our way to the lunch – surprised to find that this year we’re in one of the buildings, and not in a livestock barn as usual.  (Not as cold as years past… but I kind of missed that element!)  And there we make small talk with friends, neighbors, cousins from all over the county – and one who drove over from Amarillo, fellow church members, fellow Republicans (probably some Democrats too), and last – but certainly not least, we have a few laughs with the mayor of Portales.

On the way home (my mom rode with me), we stop to feed a few leftover pork chop bits to a precious, scruffy, frightened stray dog.  Next, we check the concrete pour in progress at the house we’re building down the street.  Almost home, and I cross paths with a friend, who follows me in for a cup of coffee and an important conversation over something I need to deal with.

Alone at my computer, I fall into my routine of online banking and billing, sifting through the mail, sorting out the paperwork, silently getting my business world in order.

Then it’s leftovers for supper, and (right on cue) G’s phone rings, and he’s off to his desk to deal with business.  (He’s forever with that phone to his ear, and sometimes gets criticized for taking calls during meals… but our world doesn’t have the luxury of a no-call-zone… and he keeps plenty of jobs rolling smoothly by taking those calls… so we take it in stride.)  After the segmented supper, he’s off to check a project, and I spend the free time writing a limerick.

Now it’s dark, and we’re typically stay-at-home-after-dark people, but tonight we jump in the truck and make the long three minute drive to the high school to watch some basketball.  That’s another event worthy of an entire book chapter.  Love stepping into that gym.  Can’t pay the price of admission without thinking that it was only a blink of an eye ago when Gary’s dad was sitting at the counter selling the tickets.  Thirty plus years ago much of my life revolved around that gym.  I stood for hours and hours in those bleachers cheering on my basketball star, I directed the band at pep rallies, and one fine night, my dashing boyfriend – wearing a black warm up suit – crowned me the Homecoming Queen.  Ahhh… but I digress.

Tonight we’ve come to watch our brother-in-law coach the Portales Rams to victory against the old rival Lovington.  Our two nephews are at his side assisting, and they make a fantastic picture… no longer kids, but grown men who make us proud.  We sit in the stands, right behind the scorers’ table where G’s sister keeps the books, and we’re surrounded by four generations of family.

Grand entertainment.  Award winning cheerleaders, great basketball, friends to chat with, high school kids having fun, music blaring, the smell of popcorn in the air.

So we’re heading home at 9:30, but we must go a block out of our way to see how the concrete pour finished up.  Oh my goodness!  Pick-up trucks are still surrounding the job, headlights are beaming across the newly poured slab of concrete, and men are still working the trowels.  The day just turned out to be colder than we all expected, so the stuff was drying way more slowly than anticipated, and the crew was working much later than hoped for!  (Have I told you lately just how much I respect and admire our construction crews???!!!)

I sit here with my cup of coffee the next morning, writing it all down.  Maybe you’ll enjoy reading it.  It’s just another journal entry I want for myself.  Just something I’ll want to read again in a few years perhaps… looking back on these days in this chapter of my life.  These regular days in my regular life doing regular small town things.


13 Responses to “Another Day”

  1. Kim says:

    Life is grand in small town America! Long may it continue!! 🙂

  2. Sandy says:

    Amen to that! I sometimes long for the things big cities offer. But I have quite the cozy life, surrounded by family and friends… and I truly cherish these happy little moments.

  3. Sharon says:

    Absolutely, and people say there is nothing to do in Portales….HA,

  4. Lawanda Calton says:

    Your descriptions of a “day in the life” are so clear. Thank you for sharing!!

  5. John W. Hill says:

    I enjoy every word of every post. Since I know the surroundings and I’m no longer around NM, it stokes so many GREAT memories with so many grand people. Portales is a place that not many people understand. I believe there are folks that still live there and don’t understand it. As I’ve traveled the Globe, (as you have) my understanding of this dot on the map becomes even more clear. I love the people and their place in this community. Thanks for sharing. I look forward the next.
    Love you guys, and I love me “some” Glen Fields.

  6. Marcea Clive says:

    Never a dull moment in the life of Sandy………….

  7. Sandy says:

    I just love reading everyone’s responses. John, thank you so much for your comment today. Indeed… Portales is a very special place. We quite frequently refer to it as the Center of the Universe! Ha! I feel very blessed to be a part of this community.

  8. Cheryl says:

    You amaze me. And I’m always in awe of the wonderful family legacy you have. What a blessing. And what a blessing that you are so talented and disciplined enough to write about it so that we can share in it.:)

  9. Robin Green says:

    Sometimes the world seems to be going crazy and strange elements seem to be taking over our country. Your post helps me to remember that God created families and order and love and joy and gives us the desire for hard work and loyalty through his grace. Thank you for the reminder.

  10. Sandy says:

    Ahhhh… all these kind comments! Thanks to all of you! I love writing these things just for my own pleasure… and when they find a place in others’ hearts, it truly makes my day!

  11. Katie says:

    Perfect description!

  12. Mark says:

    i’m right there with you sisty! Slowly driving those streets of P-ville, Hangin’ out with the folk and listenin’ to that drumming echo as the basketballs pound the shiny wooden gymnasium floor at the H.S.

  13. Donna says:

    Awe…love to hear from your perspective!

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