| intro all the apples made into applesauce and apple pies now
getting out to the golf course more often now that the bad weather has set in and thinned out the crowds
saw my friend Jimmy last night at church, just back from a green building conference in AZ, telling me about dancing to Cheryl Crowe doing Led Zeppelin covers (I don’t even know what that means, I guess it’s title tracks from what we used to call records....) and my friend Al back from an Extreme Makeover in Burlington telling me about cutting and hoisting 24” beams on a stepladder (don’t picture myself doing that either....)
my nephew Luke’s 35th birthday, remembering...
Me at 35, back in Ithaca NY from a couple of years in Western Canada, buying a house that used to belong to my friend and mentor Tom Follett (in his later years he would hear the Lord telling him in the early, early morning hours, before even fishermen would be getting up to go out) to go to the all-night diner on the Elmira Rd because there was someone there who needed to hear what Tom could tell him), putting in a wood stove, gutting and cleaning a deer I had hit with an old Buick I had inherited before passing on to a student from S. Africa, riding my bike down and up 3 miles to work, glad for a paycheck altho not really cut out for the work (research) I was doing, but the times at home with Cindy and the kids mad it worthwhile.
So, I have found it true that faith (remembering the God who has seen us through so many things in the past, all the way back to a Nov. day in an upstairs loft in Nova Scotia 35 years ago) and hope (the promise that our work will not go unrewarded) and love (the sea on which we sail in these frail boats) do abide. |