This is the New Year and the rain drums on the roof, into the gutters where it growls as it speeds to the ground to feed the moss - Washington State is Evergreen for a reason. I am having happy dreams and the bedding is warm and wrapping - I don't want to open my eyes but my wife is already up, she has plans for today and I am part of them. I get up, good morning, world! No answer - the world is in shock or just ignoring me again.
Stumble and stagger to find the clothing and some coffee - I once laughed at Tim Conway's shuffling old man routine - now I am one, sigh. Today, the Fort Steilacoom Running Club is starting the Resolution Run Series, I have not the resolution and haven't entered. I can't afford not to jog this year, the last couple months have been terrible, I will lace up some shoes and hit the road today. My morning is starting with Tacoma First Baptist Church, welcoming the New Year and asking for blessings. I don't need any but will ask for those that do. I didn't stay up last night to ring in the New Year, like most years here in the Northwest the major networks tried to pretend at ten o'clock they were going to give us Time Square celebrations LIVE! If they had I could have gone to bed at nine-thirty, we get the leftovers from the East Coast (center of the known New York-Washington DC universe) and sometimes Alaska and Canada (weather patterns they want to share, sigh) - and I like to eat leftovers but don't want to live them...
After getting blest and my wife giving everyone a Happy New Year wish, I accepted and returned a few myself (how did I get so anti-social?) quick.. extend the hand and smile pleasantly. We returned home through quiet streets and rain, light but wet, rain. At home there are emailed pictures of the newest Great-grandson of my mother. Mother father and baby all look fine - ah, they are in Florida and that is fine.
The Rose Parade really looked great in High Definition on our Sony - but commercials drove me to sleep. Outlawing recliners is next on the list of things the BETTER LIFE police will be enforcing... but I am not paying attention yet.
More distractions, someone calls to invite us to dinner at their home - my wife accepts and I am now committed. As long as they don't think I will become a Baptist we can have a pleasant afternoon - but they always seem to think I am easily swayed - and if they don't bring a long legged red head with brains and a great heart - they haven't a chance. Yes, I will behave and this will be twice in one day supporting my wife's life - then I can retreat back into the computer cave, motorcycling or shooting pointedly. One day I will be a better man, I am really going for the piece of my wife's pumpkin pie. The roast she made today will wait for our return, and I did say I liked to eat leftovers.
Thinking while in church this morning and about the whole thing of the New Year - the customs the traditions the fireworks, the out with the old and in with the new stuff... well, as I look at it we are so small and self-centered in our time and life - that we miss the fact that God is only on His Eighth Day of Creation. Probably doesn't need my help either.
2 comments:
Beautiful little grand nephew there. Hope your day is good.
Well said Earl! Enjoy the day.
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