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Van Goethe? Stolen yet again from a most inspiring blog.

No blog for almost a week. Yes, well. I’ve learned not to write, or call anyone for that matter, when I’m in a funk. There’s no faster way for me to sound like a faithless, whinning, creaton than to try and talk about it during that strange time shortly after the crisis yet before the calm really sets in.

Much better to wait until things really settle! Which usually means, after a few laughs with him who I love. The sun is shining by then (most literally this morning, as the grey has cleared to a brilliant hue of blue).

“hue of blue” hee heee. That rhymed. hee hee. Oh, somebody stop me….

Okay…so the crisis, in an acorn shell because a walnut would be Too Much Information:

On friday, Mom and Dad, with everyone else in the building, was kicked out of thier workplace (and homeplace) in a most fascist way. The building, which passed inspections every year, had suddenly become “condemned” and everyone had two hours to get out. Fast forward to monday: they are back in to work, not live, on a restricted basis while the building is inspected in more depth.

Que the music, “Who knooooooooows” from West Side Story here.

We’re making plans to get our stuff out. In other news, an exciting rental possibility came to naught, we may choose to delve back into the job market, and holiday plans change daily.

I know why the Grinch lived in a rock. I wanted to join him this week. Cindy-loo-hoo might be cheery and sweet but the rest of the town has been hijacked with the “gimmee gimmees” and lust for all things plastic.

So last night the elders came by and talked with us about church membership. We’ve hestiated a bit to take this step, not because we don’t ADORE the church and feel like it’s the right place for us, but because we took these two-way vows before. Took them and moved away and the other half of our vow has never called a single time. We barely got a “good bye” from our shepherd and the burn spot that was left was indented on our hearts. Wolves could have gotten us and they wouldn’t know or care. Forgiveness moving towards function requires an effort we’ve taken in steps. Fortunately, it seems these elders know that and care and have battle scars to show it.
We had alot of fun talking with our first official apartment visitors. They stayed a long time and we had a lot of good laughs together. And when they left, he who I love and I giggled and rested and talked too long into the night while little fat baby snored nearby.

As I’ve written this, the sun has gone again; guess it will be streaky grey yet again. That’s okay; I think the sleepy tranquility is profoundly beautiful. I love to remember that this is the time of descending darkness, before the soltstice, and we are to Watch For the Light, the Advent. One is not as brilliant with the other to contrast it. So let the trees be bare and the color fade. The wind can howl and the water can ice over. It’s the time for that.

Today will be cozy and warm as I make the corn bread dressing, the cranapple relish, the pie, the chex mix, all in preparation for our day at the Pierce’s tomorrow. It promises to be cold! The kids have found a dead thing, a skull they think may belong to an eagle or a hawk, and are fascintated. We may need to run to the library when we head out for the inevitable trip to the store…any woman who thinks she’s *really* gonna avoid the grocery store the day before thanksgiving must have gone and hit her head……

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