We left after lunch and drove to Antigua so Dottie could pick up some items for our house then we went to the spa. This is not my cup of tea but Dottie loves it.

There is a group of Korean doctors coming Sunday afternoon to check children.

There are two Guatemalan pastors who have been coming and teaching a class for boys and one for girls along with Gladys.

The kids had their weekly picnic dinner.

An airline pilot was flying over the Tennessee mountains and pointed out a lake to his copilot. “See that little lake?” he said. “When I was a kid I used to sit in a rowboat down there, fishing. Every time a plane would fly overhead, I’d look up and wish I was flying it. Now I look down and wish I was in a rowboat, fishing.”

Contentment can be an elusive pursuit. We go after what we think will make us happy only to find that it didn’t work; in fact, we were happier before we started the quest. It’s like the story of two teardrops floating down the river of life. One teardrop said to the other, “Who are you?” “I’m a teardrop from a girl who loved a man and lost him. Who are you?” “I’m a teardrop from the girl who got him.”

Our discontent is reflected in our high rate of mobility. People rarely stay at the same address for more than five years. We’re al- ways on the move, looking for a better house, a better job, a better place to live and raise a family, a better place to retire. Some of the moves are demanded by the need for decent jobs. But some of it is fueled by a gnawing discontent that we think we will be satisfied when we find the right living situation. But we never quite get there.

Our discontent rears its head in our high divorce rate. We can’t find happiness in our marriages, so we trade our mates in for a different model, only to find that the same problems reoccur.