Oh, what a day!
This morning it was snowing.
By mid-morning it was blowing.
Just before noon there was some slush.
When I went out for lunch, everything was covered in mush.
By afternoon break it was warm and cozy.
Such a lovely walk on near dry sidewalks made my cheeks glow rosy.
Leaving the office too late in the evening was a walk in the rain.
And now I sit here with thunder and lightning wishing for snow again.
Oh, what a day!
PS: We had fog a few days ago.
Normally, I like to keep this blog separate from my current personal life. I usually like to dwell on things, and perhaps share them later with humor and perspective. Today ia not one of those times. Today is current.
My mom and I returned home from Petosky, Michigan last night. At times, it was a white-knuckle drive due to heavy rain with low visibility. The closer to home, the worse it got. By the time we arrived home, I could barely un-curl my fingers from the steering wheel. I hadn’t realized how tight I was gripping it.
There were many times when I took my foot off the gas and slowly applied the brake. At one point, I completely pulled off of the road. I prayed prayers of thanksgiving all night that we made it home.
Unfortunately, a family member is not at home now, but she WILL be going home in a few weeks. She was in an accident due to the same weather. Someone coming toward them crossed the yellow line and side-swiped them. My young family member and her friend sitting next to her were hurt the worst and will be in the hospital for weeks due to their internal, back, and (the friend’s) head injuries. Sadly, the driver of the other car died at the scene of the accident.
There is power in prayer, and this family is seeking your prayers today for our loved ones.
I am also giving thanks that she is alive today. In my family, it seems that when tragedy strikes, it takes our loved ones instantly or there is great suffering and then there’s the loss. Perhaps with this new generation, that history of tragic death will come to an end. Perhaps the opportunity to heal – for the long-term – will be with us.
Dear Lord,
You are in control, and you gave us certain freedoms. You did not cause this accident, nor did you intend for harm to come to any of your children. When we left the Garden of Eden, you gave us free will, the ability to be harmed by each other and by natural events, such as a terrible rainy night. Yet you are here with us, crying with us, suffering with us, and never giving up on us. Our prayers are not always answered in the time or fashion we’d like, but you remain with us.
Please be with everyone involved in this accident. Hold us in the palm of your healing hand. In you, I put my faith, and I give over my family member for healing. Only you can find a way to bring good to us all.
You gave us the rainbow as a promise. The storm is still brewing here, and we sit it your all-healing palm today. May we see the rainbow tomorrow?
Amen!
Dear Mother Nature,
I have defended your chilly winds, snowy days, and gray rains. No, Michigan is not supposed to have temperatures in the 80s in January, February, or March like it was for a time last year. We needed the chilly weather and rain to have great produce in the fall. But aren’t you taking this a bit far?
It’s late April. Yes, we need April Showers for May Flowers. But really? Snow? Hail? Freezing rain? Mother Nature, this is taking it to the extreme.
We, the people of these United States, are ready for the temperatures you have made us accustom to in April. We’ve taken the brunt, we’re ready for the reward of spring. And then summer. Take your time with autumn. Winter is needed, but no rush, so long as it’s a white Christmas.
Yours sincerely,
We, the People
Lovers of Warmth
PS: By warmth, I don’t mean hot. Let’s not go overboard like last summer with lots of temps in the sweaty, nasty 90s. Seriously, some moderation, please!
Not again will I leave my car outside with the windows open, or anywhere, overnight, with the windows down.
Why? The first reason is probably more life endangering, but the second reason sticks in my memory more firmly.
The first time I realized it might be a poor choice to leave my car outside with the windows down was in the rain. Well, perhaps rain is not the right word. Ragging Thunder Storm would be more accurate. My car was parked between the garage and the power lines with the car windows down overnight.
When I tried to go to class for college the next morning, it had poured a drenching rain which included thunder and lightning and gusting winds. My plush car seats were soaked through to the metal rails, and the floor hadn’t fared much better. It took weeks to dry out. Fortunately, my car and I had the opportunity to enjoy those weeks of wet pants and squishy beach towels together. Why? Because hanging equal to the back bumper’s height was the electric line. Only 1.5 inches from the car. Let’s just say that I did NOT drive to class that day. Lesson learned: Do not leave car outside … with the windows down … near live wires.
Yet, there was another lesson to be learned. This sticks in my mind far more, and yet it shouldn’t. I, foolishly, had learned the first lesson, but not the second: Do NOT leave the windows down! Ha! Here’s how that lesson was imbedded into my soul.
A few years later when I was working at my first grown-up, full-time job, I got in my car to go to work.
I slowly backed out of the garage.
I got out of the car and shut the garage door.
I got back in the car.
The sun was bright, so I put down the visor.
I jumped screaming like a banshee from the car dancing a creeped out jig.
There was a moth the size of the visor sleeping on the visor.
Dear old dad came to the rescue, laughing at me, half bent over from hysteria, until he saw the moth for himself. He sobered up quite quickly and nearly knocked himself unconscious by standing up straight to jump back. When he recovered, he gently removed the largest moth either of us has ever seen to this day. Well, dad’s in heaven now, so perhaps he has met larger moths. I can’t be sure.
Any which way, the windows are not down in my car when I tuck myself in each night. Not even one little, teeny, tiny crack. Not again!
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