Well, that sums it up--cold temperatures, high winds and persistent rain most of the week. Other areas of the country under snow. We, however, had an unheard-of school closing due to flooding. The Chronicle-Tribune, our county newspaper, had an article today about the worst natural disaster in our area--the flood of 1913.
Even so the buds, on the tree I look out on as I write, grow steadily each day.
Two grandkid-sightings brightened my days. On Monday, Skye hopped over to my car after my exercise class. It was good to see him, first time since his injury. Crutches and all he gave me two hugs!
During one of the breaks in the weather we planted the rosebush the Bible study group gave in memory of my father. I think we found the perfect spot. We will wait and see.
A new bird visited us, a Rose-breasted Grosbeak.
In his spare time Michael has been studying about and experimenting with casting, his newest hobby.
He began practicing with one of his more expendable sculptures.
|Making a silicone mold|
Friday I took Mother to Fort Wayne to pick up hearing aid ear pieces and have them fitted. Then I stayed overnight. She made a wonderful breakfast to prepar me for a group work-day to help one of our pastor's fix up a rental he owns in Goshen. Mike and some friends came by for me on the way.
We've decided it is so much more fun to tackle overwhelming projects with a group of friends.
As the tragedies of this week unfolded in Boston, we were reminded of the frailty of life and the extent of evil in the human heart.