Ruminations: the big huge really large chill

This is a tale of two Januarys.

The first January arrived January 1.

The second arrived about a week ago.

The first January was warm, wet with rain, muddy and brown. We left our Christmas decorations up until January 12. The lights on the garage and lamppost conveniently burned out. Not that it would have mattered too much—the weather was unusually warm enough and snow deprived to remove said lights with ease. Many folks were down with a fake flu virus during this same time. It was just odd.

Onto the second January, which blew in with a huge smowmagedden style storm. We shoveled 9 or 10 inches worth on Monday, leaving my husband suggesting we invest in a snowblower at the end of the season sale period. I agree.

The biggee was the killer polar vortex. I awoke to -26 this morning. And that was before the wind chills were figured in.  The majority of the state is shut down, which makes for a lot of giggles when Wisconcin closes!

I am grateful that technology allows me to occasionally work from home. We closed the parish 3 days this week due to the weather! Fortunately, funerals pulled back and pastoral emergencies seemed to be at an all time low.

Praise God for that!

Here is the grace—I think we all needed a break. A sleep in, work in your P.J.’s, sipping coffee break.

Our communal and corporate spirits have been burdened by vitriol of all kinds, misunderstandings, miscommunications, and just plain hatred.

The snow storm covered over the muddy March-like ground and muffled the sounds of everyday noise. I hope the bitter cold has killed off the aggressive viruses and germs that are taking down so many folks. The shutdowns keep most of us indoors and alert our sensitivities to the plights of the homeless and poor.  Hopefully, the frozen air has cooled down the heated shouting matches.

This second January, in all of its winter finery, has brought a renewal.

At least, I hope it has…

Stay warm. �

2 comments

  1. One consolation about the winter is that it’s almost over with. I’m writing this on 2/17 and thinking “February is almost over. March isn’t usually as rough as January or February.” About all we can do is hope–about the weather as well as the news.

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