The National Weather Service in Juneau has issued a Winter Storm Warning (with all the usual threats to life and property, so dramatic) for heavy snow... which is in effect from 5 PM Sunday to 5 AM Monday.... 6 to 11 inches expected ... snow will develop this afternoon. It may mix with rain during the late afternoon and early evening but is expected to go back to all snow and become heavy at times by late Sunday evening. I hope Stoli doesn't go into labor tonight. Then again, there is a ferry to Sitka tomorrow. Well, yesterday sure was lovely, wasn't it?
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“And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. "- Jesus, according to St. Matthew's Gospel, chapter 6.
If the men running for president were the bearers of the family children then regulating birth control and legislating reproductive rights would be about as popular a debate topic as mandatory male circumcision. Perhaps we should hand out babies (infant to 2) to each candidate to watch for 24 hours, then we'll see what they all have to say about birth control, and a person's right to choose this occupation.
My daughter needed me this morning-- the one with the baby here in Haines, Sarah-- not the one about to have a baby in Sitka, Stoli. (Well, technically the baby is due March 16, but she has been sent over early because the doctors think the baby could come anytime.
Guess you don't say "Happy Ash Wednesday!" Do you? Still, the dawn was beautiful today, and early, the light is back and we are gaining minutes each day now. This morning in the kitchen we talked about what we are giving up for Lent. Jan, our priest, says that you are not supposed to go around suffering and acting all holy about it. Lent is meant to be a personal journey toward renewal of faith (or perhaps finding it?) The fasts help focus you on that task. I prefer more active Lents, the year I learned the rosary was a great Lent.
I am not even going mention the foot of snow, the rain, the wind, the knee deep slush. Nope, it's bad form to complain about the weather, again. I am thankful that the roof is still on. I will say that down here at sea level, last night's slurricane has dropped the snow pack in the yard about 2 feet. Up on the hill it has no doubt added just as much. On the way to Morning Muscles at 6 it was raining here and snowing at the top of Cemetery Hill and the slush in the road was like driving in a kind of sticky paste. It's a good day to stay in bed with the flu.
It is Presidents Day today, a holiday, sort of, except in Haines where we don't do national or state holidays at our school. Apparently they are optional in rural Alaska, but the radio station staff is taking the day off to honor Lincoln and Washington, and so they are playing a taped special on American presidents. I hope the students are listening to it at school, because LBJ is talking now, it is his Great Society speech. In it President Johnson declares that a great America needs revitalized cities, a clean environment, and an excellent public educational system.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Last night at choir practice we talked about the spring weather, of course we know it won't stay, but what if it did? We also worried a loud that if November was so fierce that the other bookend of winter, March, could be too. We sang our new favorite song, New Feet, an Emily Dickinson poem that director Nancy Nash has set to a cheerful tune from an old hymn.
New feet within my garden go--
New fingers stir the sod--
A troubadour upon the Elm betrays the solitude.
New children play upon the green -
When it snowed again last night I groaned, but it didn't amount to anything, and it sure feels like spring this morning, with a warm breeze, a setting crescent moon, and dawn's light at seven. JJ and I walked home from Morning Muscles and we were dressed too warmly. I keep grabbing my hat, mittens, and down jacket out of habit. We are all getting ready for the next grand baby, Stoli is due March 19, but yesterday we thought the baby's birthday might be forever celebrated in Valentine pink instead of St. Patrick green.