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Sunday's Thought

 

"To me, faith is not very dependent on understanding. It is, rather, a decision about where I will put my life's energy. I choose to live with reference to God. So the question of faith is not so much, What do you think? as it is, Whom will you follow? Not so much a matter of the intellect as a matter of the heart and will." -Bishop Edmond Lee Browning

Ferryboat Serenade

At about 9:30 this morning Chip came back from work-- he had forgotten his empty growler for the brewery-- it must be Friday. It also must be February, as we now have 8 hours of daylight (and much longer 'nautical twilight' making evening walks, skis or snowshoes easier).

Something Funny

Caroline (now three) and I took advantage of the weather and cleaned my closet yesterday. About halfway through the sorting, tossing, Salvation Army pile, and dusting, I said this was a terrible mistake. "We will never finish. What was I thinking, Caroline Cooper?" She sighed. Put her hands on her hips and said, "Mimi, relax. Just relax."

(She never has to say that to Pearl.) 

The Weather Remains Great for Reading.

Last night the basketball games were crowded, no matter if it was a school and work night and skin could freeze walking (well, creeping, the ice is so hard to see) across the parking lot. Tim is volunteering on the radio this morning and of course praising this paradise we live in and saying that we have, "The best darn radio station this side of Mars,"  and apologizing, with a laugh, for the weather report-- "Hey, I just read it folks."  These are the kind of days we brag about in July.

Made it to Florida

I am doing something wrong and unethical and maybe illegal-- but totally by accident, I might add. While Chip and his mom watch the Notre Dame game (his cousin taught there, so they are our team today), I am in the dining room, all set up to keep my New Year's resolution of writing at least 2 hours every day and finishing this latest book, even on vacation. A little box just popped up on my computer asking me if I wanted to join a wireless network. Grandma Joanne is not online, at all. I know that.

Breathe

There's that moment each year when you write the new date on a thank-you note or a check and can't quite believe it: 1-3-13. 2013? Really? I need to take down my December calendars too. The tree is already gone and the living room seems so much bigger and lighter.  Little Caroline and I took it down, and it was much more fun than putting it up. We neatly wrapped each ornament and talked about them much more than we had when we put them all up. I suppose there is less pressure to make it special, you know? We even put on some Christmas music, and shared a stale candy cane.

New Year's Eve

Here are two things I'm not going to do in 2013 (or ever): The Polar Bear swim at the Port Chilkoot Beach Jan. 1 (call Greg Podsiki for details) and para-glide off Mt. Ripinsky like the fellow my friends saw the other day sailing down over their heads holding onto a kite with his snowshoes dangling from his boots. But I suppose I shouldn't end the year with a negative attitude-- so I will resolve to be a better mom, wife, friend and grandmother. I will work on being a better writer, too. Or at least a more productive one, and finish both the books I'm working on.

Sunday's Thought

All Advent we sang, "O come, O come Emmanuel". Emmanuel, another word for Jesus, means God with us. Why is this old story of the baby in a manger, shepherds, kings and a bright star still told? How does it all relate to our lives now? Another very old Latin hymn, the Ubi Caritas,  declares God is love, and wherever love is, God is also. I'm no theologian, but it seems to me this is why Christmastime is special.

Happy Thursday

My neighbor sent a text my way the other night saying she would drive to Morning Muscles,  and when I thumbed back to her that we didn't have exercise class until January 3rd, I could hear her groan through the trees, the driveway snow berms, and the walls of our homes. We've been eating a lot over here, too. My favorite holiday treat is spiced stewed fruit with heavy cream. It's mostly prunes. Go ahead laugh. Everyone does. I should called them dried Italian plums instead.

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