Snow!!!

Snow day. Ice day? It’s a freaking cold day. I’m not making it to work today because of it. My son is irked at me because of it. He thinks I don’t trust his driving. I’m trying to explain to him that there are a whole lot of idiots on the roads on days like these that I have far more concerns about. Plus, we would be using his vehicle….AKA “Betty”. I see the car a bit different. All it is is an elongated Pacer. It is all windows and zero airbags. I’d hate to think what an impact would look like in that car. But I, the worry wart mother, had no say in this purchase. If I had he would be driving a reinforced tank.

Since I’m home I am trying to get caught up on a few things. Taking a bit of a break from studies right now so I thought I’d actually try to get something into the blog. I’ve actually been asked about it. A bit scary that people actually intentionally want to read the blog. I guess that writers strike in Hollywood makes the pickings dang slim.

We had our Valentines Dance at church. It went very well. Turn out was phenomenal and fun was had by all. Bob and I didn’t do so hot at the Newlywed Game but we did get plenty of comments asking how we could possibly guess the same road sign as “Falling Rock”. Guess we have mind connections we weren’t aware of. Actually the way that worked out isn’t all that mysterious. We have a framed picture of a falling rock sign here at home that his parents had taken. As a boy Bob had entertained his parents on a road trip by telling a tale of a young Indian warrior by the name of Falling Rock. Between that and knowing my temperament piecing the two together wasn’t all that difficult.

We had pictures done for the church directory. Ours will be the comedy portion of the directory. Bob has this huge, honking cold sore on his lip and I had made a spontaneous decision last weekend to get my hair chopped off. I HATE my haircut. Given the tilt of the head the photographer likes to place you….I have a definite family resemblance to Moe of the famous trio. Why doesn’t my family stop me and save me from myself?

The fire smells good. The warmth feels good too. We spoke at class Tuesday night about where do we go to be with God. At the time I had some trouble really nailing that down. I mentioned my deck in the summer and of course the old stand-by the toidy. It has been a few days now and moments like these, with the fire, are also those times. I don’t think there has to be a “spot” for that to happen. I think God finds us and all we have to do is receive Him. The scent of the fire and that radiating heat…that’s God. Just like the sound of leaves in the breeze and the gurgle of a stream with its cool water running through your fingers is God. Laughter from children and the soft touch of a well seasoned grandparent…..God. Shooting stars and puppy breath…..God. My point is..God is everywhere. We just need to slow down enough to hear Him and appreciate Him. To praise Him and love Him. The fire smells really good.