January 21, 2017
Here on the homefront, the news is that there isn't any. No shootings on our property, or even in our village, the weather was unseasonably warm, which means the snow is melting and the creek is running strong. I suppose that's a sign of global warming, but when I was a kid, we just called it "the January thaw," and didn't think anything of it. Most everywhere else, the snow is completely gone except for the snowbanks left behind by the plows. Being sheltered by the hill across the road, the embankment behind us, and the spruce in our front yard, we still have about a foot of the white stuff in our back yard, a little less in the front.
The thaw had the courtesy of showing me that the leaky entry room roof is not due to an ice dam. There is no ice, but plenty of water all over the floor in the southeast corner.
After sending the grandkids home and attending a basketball game, we went shopping for a french press to replace the one we broke yesterday. We were unsuccessful. We could have settled for an 8 cup press, but wanted a 12 cup like the one we broke. The good news is that there are plenty of them available, something that cannot be said in many of the places I've been. We went to three different stores, each of which had at least half a dozen of the 8 cup variety. In the socialist countries I've visited, even the tourist stores would be hard pressed to have one or two. There is more stuff available in one Walmart than can be found in entire small cities in other countries.
Linda and I talked at supper. It's been an off day for me. I can't explain it, but with no projects pressing, I felt at loose ends. There was a time that would have thrown both of us for a loop. I would have spiraled into a mild depression, and Linda, not knowing what to do, would have reacted. We were quiet, but not at each other's throats. And I am thankful, knowing that this too, shall pass. God is still on the throne, Christ is the Savior of the world, and tomorrow we gather to worship. Life is good.