blizzard

The snow is absurd. Here is a link to a story about it.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_winter_weather

It is now about 7AM on Saturday. The weatherman on TV just said it was 20", with about 6" more to come.

I got the night shift to get me up today, because I figured that a lot of workers would not come in in the morning. It was like pulling teeth to get them to do it. They were really mad. They did it, but they were mad.

They are saying that this is the biggest snow since the blizzard of '78. I was a 3rd year student at UVa at that time. and I don't even remember the snow. I guess it didn't matter all that much, because we walked everywhere. (Certainly my "state of consciousness" wasn't so altered that I didn't notice a blizzard!)

My little squirrel is still scurrying about. Wonder if he got any sleep...

In all of this mess, I guess it really is a good thing that I'm not living precariously in a condo by myself.

They are telling on TV what to do if you don't have power. Wonder how they think you'll see it if you don't have power?

squirrel

It has snowed great huge flakes all day long, and it is supposed to snow all day tomorrow. I guess it is pretty out the window, but, pretty or not, I hate it, because it means I’m completely stuck here.

But on the other hand, why would I have been better off at home? I fell down constantly and had to have the fire department come pick me up every day… and my guess is that they probably have better things to do today.

I’m not going to think about it anymore, because thinking back through the whole history and whole process just bums me out big time. Instead, I think about how glad I am that I am not a squirrel. There has been a squirrel outside my window in a tree all day long, shivering in the cold snow. I thought squirrels went into their tree homes in the snow and ate nuts. But maybe this one is squirrelly.

Hmmm… I just saw a car slide and get stuck in the lot next door…
That’s bad.

My squirrel is running up and down the tree now, and digging up food from under the snow and carrying it with him. I hope he has a nice little cache of food up there by now, because this is going to last for days. Mom says God watches out for little squirrels, but how can she possibly know that? If so, I hope no one tells the squirrel, because, if they did, he might quit working so hard.

Groundhogs Day

I'm sure glad I got out yesterday even if only to Mom and Dad's house. 'cause It snowed again last night. I feel like I'm going to be stuck in this place FOREVER! And the damned grouhog saw his shadow yesterday (Grounhogs Day) and went back in his hole, which means 6 more weeks of winter.

Church

It snowed like crazy on Sunday. That was supposed to be the day the Church dedicated the new organ, so I went to their website http://www.christserves.org/site/ to see if It was rescheduled and I was once again blown away by the church's welcome statement. It is:

All are welcome to worship here.

Whether you arrive on foot, on wheels, with some assistance, or in the company of a service animal, there will
be someone to greet you and all who accompany you with a helping hand.

Whether you are living year to year, day to day, or paycheck to paycheck, the coffee will be hot.

Whether you are single, married, divorced, committed, gay, lesbian, straight,
transgendered, or bisexual, the sanctuary doors will be open.

Whether you come dressed in a kaftan, sari, sweater, kilt, chādor, jeans,
kimono, or suit and tie, there will be a seat waiting for you.

Whether English is your first or eighth language, you have spoken it from your first word
or are still learning, the music and liturgy will speak to you.

Whether you are just traveling through, have recently joined us, or helped establish our
church decades ago, there will be friends waiting here for you.

Whether your burdens are heavy or light, you are imprisoned or free, have sinned once or many times,
the grace of God will be with you at the communion table through bread and wine or a blessing.

Whether you find joy in crayons, music, fellowship, pancake suppers,
or the gospel, you will find a celebration here.

Whether you are not sure about church, have just been baptized, or grew up reciting the Lord’s Prayer
and the creeds, there will be a lesson to challenge your thinking.

Whether your talents include cooking, cleaning, reading, woodworking, driving, shopping, teaching, counseling,
organizing, translating, or singing, there will be an opportunity to serve others.

Whether you find yourself on this list or not,
you are welcome here to celebrate, think, and serve.

Song to " House of the Rising Sun"

TO: House of the Rising Sun

I owned a home in wee Falls Church,
A condo, actually.
It might be too small for many folks to own.
But was just right for me.

I had some real good times there.
I partied quite heartily.
And then I had to pack and leave.
But I’m OK, ‘cause see…

…The only thing that I really need
Is computer and a desk
With both of those I am satisfied.
Without them I’m a mess.

Oh, I have got no children
And right now I’m not a wife,
But I’ll not dwell in gloom and misery
Till I reach the end of my life.

Well, I got money in the bank now.
Wheel chairs that carry me.
And I could go and be someplace else,
But not where I want to be.

I want to be here in Falls Church,
In my condo, actually.
It was too small for many folks to own,
But was just right for me.

Goodbye house

It’s done. The condo is sold. Closing is done and keys are delivered. The new owners are probably there right now moving in. I don’t live there anymore. I have no connection to that place that still feels like home. Actually, I have no connection to ANYPLACE.

I just read in my “how to write a blog” book that one should never write in all caps. I don’t think they said anything about underlining, though.

It really makes me rather sick to my stomach to think about my house being gone. That may actually be because I just had lunch, though. They served this nasty crab salad made of fake crabmeat.

The fact of the matter is, I ought to be ELATED (there I go again!). I need the money big time, and I’m making $100,000.00, which will pay the outrageous rent here for a good long while. I spoke to my tax man and he said there are no taxes on the profit (because there isn’t a large enough profit), and that my rent here is tax deductible, so I guess I can now financially afford to go on a bit longer.

Goodbye van

Well, The Salvationn Army came and towed my van away from Park Towers (the place I used to live) today. It was a good van - a 1999 Mercury Villager with only 62,078 miles on it. The tow truck driver was quite impressed. It should be a nice tax write-off. Probably I should have sold it, particularly considering my current dire financial straits, but considering that I don't really know to sell a car and that I'm all alone dealing with the situation, I guess this was probably the best option. It is certainly a better option than letting the van disintigrate into a pile of metallic dust surrounded by four tires, which is what my current mental state of terrified horror and incredulous denial is inclined to let happen. Some how on the way to meet the tow truck driver in the condo lot, however, I lost the condo keys. Tina Burrina is coming here Thursday at 5:30 with all the paperwork for me to sign, so Sister Sue says just to buy a key to the front door by then, and she'll gather up copies of our other keys from our friends.