Short Stuff

Short Memory

Maybe it’s my age or, more realistically, my life-long belief that I can do more than humanly possible, but I forgot how exhausted I was last Friday after my sojourn from the house to run errands. The goal of finishing and posting this evening the latest section of The Muffin Saga isn’t achievable. I was exhausted when I returned from the appointment at the Orthopedic Clinic of the Veterans Administration Hospital. I’m sorry, folks; I hope to have the next section of the Saga posted soon.

Storms

In my post of yesterday I was tempted to write something like this can’t be February; not with the temperature in the 60s (F). Well, the temperature has rapidly dropped and with a cold front colliding with the warm air, destructive storms covered the Southeastern States of the U.S.

This morning as I prepared for the trip to the hospital I listened to the radio and, as folks awakened and noted the damage, the increasing count of those killed by the storms. The first report I heard was fifteen dead; by the time Tasha and I left for the hospital the count was up to forty-five. The latest body count is up to fifty-four, with hundreds injured.

The high school that my niece attends near where my mother now lives is closed, probably for the rest of the week. The storms tore the roof off the main building and devastated the soccer field.

Only strong winds and cold rain have thus far come as far north as I live. However, I understand that there is still the chance for more destructive weather. At the moment the glass in my windows is rattling and I can hear the wind howling outside.

Thank You, Momma Bear

Momma Bear at The Café at the End of the Universe has gifted me with this neat blog award:

Ashes

Today is Ash Wednesday. And I miss officiating a worship service and using ashes to mark a cross on the foreheads of parishioners. But I’ve already written about that in last year’s Ash Wednesday blog post

Remember that you are dust,

And to dust you shall return.