The snow began today, but only in flakes which danced on the wind and instantly evaporated the moment they touched the still-warm ground. It was lovely to watch, unnerving to consider.
Winter is almost here and we are not ready for it. There are still far too many tasks left over from the summer which have not been accomplished. The yard is not ready, the house is not ready, the family is not ready.
Tomorrow is the first Playoff Game, and thoughts of it have consumed my brain because the Pit Crew, of which I am chief constable and organizer, must perform our duties once again. In the cold. In the damp. Expeditiously. In the middle of the day.
Putting these events in the middle of the day is a great inconvenience to those of us with very little interest in sports. The morning is spent in preparation; the evening is spent in recovery; the amount of energy spent in association with the activity precludes any other investiture. The house will be ignored; the yard will be ignored; the cars - oh so desperate for more attention - will suffer from the lack of it. And the day after tomorrow offers no respite. For what is the busiest day of the week if not Sunday, the day when we all "rest" by participating in all-day-long activities focused on our church family?
These are the times when I dread weekends, when there is no time for the activities on which I place the highest personal priority because there are community concerns which outweigh my own. I am, at heart, a selfish beast who would rather play in my shop than sit in a cold and windy stadium watching a game which gives me little pleasure. But one must always remember the Big Picture, especially when there are children involved. And it will soon be over.
Just in time for the serious snow to fall.
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In other news, we had a successful All Hallows E'en. Adam was out playing games with his friends, James was working on his videos, Deb had a sleepover with a friend, and Mary stayed home and handed out treats while Cheryl and I went out for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants.
We decided to be weird this year and hand out Icy-Pops as well as candy for our treats, which was highly appropriate given that the air was so frightfully cold this year -- below freezing, with wind chill. My intention was to tell each child as they were handed their treat, that should the Icy-Pop become frozen, it was a sign that the child should immediately go home! But owing to the fact that Cheryl and I were gone for the duration of the trick-or-treating, I didn't get to do that. But Mary enjoyed handing out the treats, and most of them were gone by the time we got home, so it was successful on its own right.
Winter is almost here and we are not ready for it. There are still far too many tasks left over from the summer which have not been accomplished. The yard is not ready, the house is not ready, the family is not ready.
Tomorrow is the first Playoff Game, and thoughts of it have consumed my brain because the Pit Crew, of which I am chief constable and organizer, must perform our duties once again. In the cold. In the damp. Expeditiously. In the middle of the day.
Putting these events in the middle of the day is a great inconvenience to those of us with very little interest in sports. The morning is spent in preparation; the evening is spent in recovery; the amount of energy spent in association with the activity precludes any other investiture. The house will be ignored; the yard will be ignored; the cars - oh so desperate for more attention - will suffer from the lack of it. And the day after tomorrow offers no respite. For what is the busiest day of the week if not Sunday, the day when we all "rest" by participating in all-day-long activities focused on our church family?
These are the times when I dread weekends, when there is no time for the activities on which I place the highest personal priority because there are community concerns which outweigh my own. I am, at heart, a selfish beast who would rather play in my shop than sit in a cold and windy stadium watching a game which gives me little pleasure. But one must always remember the Big Picture, especially when there are children involved. And it will soon be over.
Just in time for the serious snow to fall.
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In other news, we had a successful All Hallows E'en. Adam was out playing games with his friends, James was working on his videos, Deb had a sleepover with a friend, and Mary stayed home and handed out treats while Cheryl and I went out for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants.
We decided to be weird this year and hand out Icy-Pops as well as candy for our treats, which was highly appropriate given that the air was so frightfully cold this year -- below freezing, with wind chill. My intention was to tell each child as they were handed their treat, that should the Icy-Pop become frozen, it was a sign that the child should immediately go home! But owing to the fact that Cheryl and I were gone for the duration of the trick-or-treating, I didn't get to do that. But Mary enjoyed handing out the treats, and most of them were gone by the time we got home, so it was successful on its own right.
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