I have spent the past week after Hurricane Irma shut the town down* watching Pirates of the Caribbean again. My son was finally old enough to brave the skeletons of the first movie, Curse of the Black Pearl – though he still preferred to let me handle the second movie with its eerie fish creatures … Continue reading Pirates
(I’m posting this later, but originally wrote this with pen and paper with the power out as we waited through a much diminished Hurricane Irma in Savannah.) I live in Savannah, GA and we’re near the end of our part of Hurricane Irma’s terrible story. The power’s out, but otherwise no major damage, not nearly … Continue reading Puzzles
I love to work. Not hard, get-sweaty, break-a-nail work, mind you, but I have always loved my jobs. One day, I think when I was still doing non-profit development work in Boston, I was telling my mother about all the hours I had worked that week. Never an early riser, I generally wasn’t in the … Continue reading Laboring
It is completely inappropriate to gripe about rain in Savannah when there is flooding from a hurricane in East Texas. So let me be completely inappropriate – my goodness, will it ever stop raining in Savannah? The days have been so grey. My husband, who lived many years in Portland, Oregon where the sun doesn’t … Continue reading Grey is the Loneliest Color…
I’ve been packing my bags this morning for a quick trip out west for my niece’s wedding. Medicines, underwear, nice dress, t-shirts… oh, and don’t forget the swimsuit for the hotel pool. (I once took the top, but not the bottom of my two piece swimsuit. I now pack both the original and the one … Continue reading On a Journey
Prayer does not come easily when I have a cold. In times of “real” sickness and pain, I can at least cry out to Jesus. But mostly I just want to sleep when I have a cold. I’m thinking Jesus understands. I would guess that being fully human means that Jesus caught a cold or … Continue reading Can a Cold be a Sacred Pause?
My husband planted a lovely dark pink rosebush outside our office window last month. I don’t usually sit in our office to write, I usually sit in the living room, where I feel less isolated. I also sit in the living room to enjoy the birds at our feeder – Savannah is on many flight … Continue reading The Rose