Our family had two eventful weekends in one. First, Trish and Olivia got to go out to Kansas for a mini family reunion with the Wilsons. The highlight was joining Grandpa and “Team Wilson” for a 5k run/walk. Rudy joined along in spirit as G’pa Dick competed with a pair of Rudy’s “running socks” pinned to his number. Team Wilson dominated the course with Wilsons in the front of the pack, holding steady in the middle and bringing up the rear throughout the race and EVERYONE finished with a smile on his/her face. G’pa won bragging rights as the #1 male walker of the day with his good friend Bob coming in a close second! Olivia was determined to walk too and finished despite the heat and humidity…not quite sure what she thought of humidity (ha). She also experienced her first Midwest thunderstorm AND the thrill of catching never-before-seen lightning bugs!
Back here in Goleta we had a full weekend of our own. Before I get into the details I have to mention the Rescue Mission graduation on Saturday night. We celebrated the achievements of a dozen heroes who completed their twelve months in the recovery program. Thanks Heather, Jessica, Kelly, Nanci, Rachel, Andrew, Ben, Cal, Edward, Jay, Morris, and Sergio for being examples of how intimidating struggles are best approached by leaning on the people God has placed around you and by taking things one day at a time. I love what I do in that it gets me a front row seat to watch lives transformed.
Stepping back from the profound, Wilson and Max declared this weekend to be a “DUDE-CATION” as all the females in the family had vacated the premesis. I was glad they took time to brief Rudy on the elaborate wild-man rites undertaken when boys find themselves separate from girls for extended periods of time (because I needed a refresher). Turns out there’s quite a bit of freedom to be taken with bodily functions and noises–and more extensive and detailed conversations regarding them than I ever thought.
On a true dude-cation, all meals must be eaten without utensils. Considering there was toast and sandwiches in good supply, this was easily done, but I thought there would be an exception made when it was time for lasagna. Turns out Max’s commitment runs deep, even when the melted cheese singed his fingers.
You laugh a lot on a dude-cation, which is always welcome. True dudes also laugh in the face of danger. While anyone can enter the pool the conventional way, it’s much more fun to do something daring:
OK, I know. Responsible parents wouldn’t let their kids do this, but after you let them roll your six-day-old down into the OR for heart surgery your notion of what’s dangerous gets altered. Not to mention, it just plain ROCKS! Rest easy, there’s no picture of Rudy engaging in the ceremonial Dude-cation roof leap…yet. I guess you’ll be sending your kids to someone else’s house when you go out of town for the weekend.