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Ain't No Mouse Life

It was so warm in my bed and so cold outside that I almost stayed right there instead of heading out to Morning Muscles in the frigid dark ( 12 degrees, snow as hard as iron, and blowing northern gales) but I'm glad I did. I have never regretted a workout. There were just five of us, and the big old barn of a Chilkat Center lobby wasn't a lot warmer than the parking lot. Even though Marnie put us through our paces I kept my fleece on.

Winterlude

It's so beautiful with the snow and low, blue November light that I don't want to moan too much about the darkness. (It's really dark though, isn't it?) I suppose there is a lesson here-- the less of something you have the more you appreciate it?

Sunday's Thought

"Eternal light, shine in  my heart; eternal hope, lift up mine eyes; eternal power, be my support; eternal wisdom, make me wise." -- From Hymn 466 in the Episcopal Church hymnal.

Lights in the Darkness

My grandfather was French, and was made a member of the French Legion of Honor for his role in the French Resistance to the Nazis. His photo, in his WW II uniform, hangs above my stairs with other family pictures. I like to see his smile. Sometimes I kiss my grandchildren the same way he kissed my sisters and I , always, on both cheeks.  

Happy Monday

There is nothing like good news on Monday morning. Martha is off the tubes and doing well. A friend visited her last night and report:  "She looked Great!!.. She is recovering faster and better than the doctors expected (us Alaskans!). They are impressed." She said Mike and Martha  asked for continued prayer, for all of them, it's a pretty big thing to survive a plane crash in Lynn Canal, and that cards may mailed to Martha Mackowiak, Patient, Harborview Medical Center, 325 9th Ave. Seattle, WA 98104.

Sunday's Thought

"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

-Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince

Sometimes

"Sometimes things don't go, after all, from bad to worse." That's a line from a poem by Sheenagh Pugh ( I think that's how to spell her name.) It's been rolling around in my head this morning with so much good news. The Macowiaks survived a plane crash in Lynn Canal. It's a miracle, really. Mike, and his son and one of Valina Hansen's girls are all okay.

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