Sunday morning freezing rain

The house was quiet and dark when I got up this morning, just after 8. Even Athalia was quiet. I found out pretty quickly why it was dark--I heard the freezing rain hit the windows (mixed with snow). I walked into the kitchen, trying to wake up, my throat hurting (still have my cold), began to make coffee. It thundered outside, but I didn't see the lightning. And for some reason, that great Bob Seger song came to mind......


I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in


Autumn has long since closed in and passed, here--it's cold winter. But I was thankful. We didn't have as much to lose in the past, did we? We have every blessing our awesome Lord has given us. But sometimes the memories do come back, don't they? Ain't it funny how the night moves. It's still good to hum a song from 1962--the year before I was born. I do it all the time. We canceled worship service today, due to the ice--but we all worshiped in our own homes. Great that we can do that, isn't it? Shirley and I had Eucharist, and now we're about to have soup. Have a good evening.



blessed beyond measure,
fr francis