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Wednesday, January 25, 2006


On the Saturday during the Bruce's visit, Dad drove us all to Guadalupe River State Park to enjoy the Texas scenery. Danielle, John, and Cara even went wading a bit. Although it is quite warm for January here in Texas, our toes quickly grew numb!


Cara and Danielle beside the Guadalupe River. For once we are the same height!


Tree-climbing John with the river at his back.

Monday, January 23, 2006


Cara, Danielle, Dorys Lee & Lori Bruce on
an outing to Fredericksburg. Need I say that
we had a most wonderful time?

Thursday, January 19, 2006

A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

I am not a mechanic. For those who know our family well, it should not come as a surprise that the daughter of said family is entirely illiterate where cars or other mechanical devices are concerned. Up until last week my driving record was almost entirely devoid of car problems - only one time previously had I even needed to nurse an "I-am-trying-to-stall-out" vehicle. Last week I added to my repertoire of situations handled while driving when the car battery up and died on me.

All morning I had been rushing about eagerly preparing our home for the much anticipated arrival of some dear friends from New Jersey. Their plane was due in that afternoon, and as Mom can't drive due to her broken wrist, I was the official chauffeur. Some errands needed to be accomplished before picking them up at the airport, so I left that afternoon with plenty of time to spare.

First on my list of errands was Walgreens to pick up one of my grandfather's numerous prescriptions. When I came back to the car and attempted to start it, to my great surprise and horror, the van simply went "click, click." Having no battery problems previously, it came as an entirely unexpected shock. Thinking that maybe it was only my imagination, I tried again. Click. Click. Click. Nope - this was the real thing.

Whipping out our nifty little cell phone, I did what any self-respecting girl with a car that went "click, click," would do - call Dad. Verizon phones are great except when a little voice comes on and says, "I'm sorry, but due to technical difficulties the Verizon Network is currently unavailable," or some other horrible thing to that effect. Thankfully I was able to call Mom at home to see if she could contact Dad as the only other car we have was with him at work, and I still needed to pick up our friends.

Tapping my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, an idea suddenly popped into my head. What do you do when your car won't start and you have no clue what to do? Pop the hood and gaze at your engine with a bewildered, semi-stupid look. Once I figured out how to unlatch the hood, looking bewildered wasn't hard to do. :) God graciously allowed a very kind gentleman to see my distress and give me a jump. After hearing "click, click," the sound of a running vehicle is such sweet music.

"Oh, I just want to let you know that your car probably won't start again when you turn it off," the man told me as he climbed into his pick-up truck. My heart sunk as he said those words, while my mind raced for the next solution. I needed to park at the airport when I went to pick up our friends, as it was arranged for me to meet them just outside of security and assist them with their bags. Being stranded with a dead battery in the parking garage of the San Antonio International Airport would not be a good way to introduce our friends to the area.

Once again God took my fears away and showed me that He was in control, and not the cranky battery. Because I had left the house early there was still enough time for me to drive down to Vision Forum, leave my gracious father with the offending vehicle, and take the other car to the airport in time to accomplish my goal.

A favorite saying of mine is "Life is never boring around here." Don't you agree? :)

~Cara

Monday, January 16, 2006

A BELATED BIRTHDAY POST

The Birthday Boy

Due to the fracture in Mom's wrist, and enjoying wonderful fellowship with some dear, visiting friends, my blogging time has been
quite limited recently. I did not however want to miss the opportunity to publicly wish John congratulations on another year well spent.

John is a true treasure and beloved brother. We are so grateful that (like this post :)) he followed the saying, "better late than never." I am sadly realizing that my baby brother is growing up. Standing at almost 5 feet, he eagerly looks forward to that day in the not-so-distant future when he will no longer be the shortest in the family.

So although over a week late . . . Happy Birthday John!


Thursday, January 05, 2006

WE DID IT ONCE AGAIN

As I wrote in a previous post, we as a family enjoy keeping traditions. Well there is once tradition we'd really like to break - having a member of the Horn family take a trip to the Emergency Room during the first week of January.

Last year it was John receiving stitches in his head resulting from a tug-of-war game on New Year's Day. This year, Mom was the lucky victim.

While hiking with John on a challenging trail in a nearby wilderness park, Mom slipped on some leaves coming down a steep portion of the path. She heard something pop in her wrist as she attempted to brace her fall and was in a considerable amount of pain. Thankfully she had the cell phone with her, and John was able to call Dad at work. Dad and Tim drove to the park, helped Mom down the remainder of the trail, and Dad proceeded to take Mom to the ER.

John and I later drove to the hospital and waited with Mom and Dad for the official prognosis of the condition of her wrist. Broken in two places, Mom's wrist is now in a splint and sling as she awaits her appointment with an orthopedic doctor tomorrow for probable casting.

We are so grateful for God's mercy in that it was "only" her wrist and not a rib or some other even more painful injury. Mom is such a trooper and never complains, but these next weeks will be challenging due to lack of mobility especially as the injury was to her right hand.

Thank you for your prayers.

~Cara

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

VICTORY AT LAST

After living through a horrible season as a Philadelphia Eagles fan, it was a delight last night to watch Penn State win in the Orange Bowl. It felt like a bit of Philly fan redemption.

A true nail-biter, the game lasted for nearly 5 hours until Penn State kicked the winning field goal in the 3rd overtime. Sacrificing a bit of sleep isn't as hard when your team wins. I know - I've been on the other side of the coin as well.

~Cara