back to normal

hurricane-michaelWhat a week! Hurricane Michael moved through swiftly on Wednesday, leaving a wide swath of destruction. We ended up being on the edge of it, and even without a direct hit, ninety percent of Tallahassee lost power. Trees, power poles, and light poles were (and still are) down all over. We lost cell service for a time. Many roads are still closed.

Panama City and Mexico Beach, along with communities north, were destroyed. Folks there have a long road to recovery ahead, and I can only imagine their suffering.

Our power was restored just after midnight Saturday morning, and we’re already back to normal. We had to throw away everything in our refrigerator and freezer, and we went to the grocery store (Publix rocks!) today to restock. I’ve caught up on laundry, and Paul has the yard whipped back into shape. We had no damage to our house at all, and we continue to remind each other that we have so many reasons to be grateful. Truly, all we experienced were some minor inconveniences.

My parents, in nearby Cairo, Georgia, still don’t have power. Their town was hit pretty hard, and they may not have electricity restored to their neighborhood for days. Their local officials haven’t been forthcoming with information, either, which only adds to the frustration.

As we woke up Thursday morning and realized the extent of the damage, I would not have predicted that I’d be sitting here on Sunday evening, with television on, laptop fully charged, and the refrigerator and air-conditioner humming. Many have been working around the clock to make that possible, and I am thankful! And truthfully, I don’t know why that’s our situation, when that’s not the case for so many.

Life is hard, and it’s harder for some than others. It’s really hard for many in the Florida panhandle and southwest Georgia right now. Would you take some time and pray? And give if you’re able to organizations that are helping? If you’re in this part of the country, churches and other organizations are mobilizing to get in there and help just as soon as they’re allowed in. When I hear about good places to donate, I will pass that along.

Grateful, grateful, grateful!

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Spring has sprung, and my eyes and nose have sprung a leak. It’s too much for a daily dose of Claritin to handle.

Every surface of our front porch is covered in pollen, and we’re tracking it inside onto our dark wood floors. My car is a dusty yellow, when it should be charcoal gray.

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A light rain has been falling this morning, and I’m hoping it will turn into a heavier shower and rinse everything off.

And yet, my daily commute is lovely, and spring green is such a cheerful color. Those old-fashioned formosa azaleas are putting on a show, and dogwood trees are still in bloom. The hydrangeas on my front porch get prettier every day.

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I remember enduring long winters years ago when we were stationed in Maine. One year, it snowed on my birthday – at the end of April! I knew that my home state was enjoying a beautiful spring while we were still stuck inside, looking out at barren trees and muddy slush. I truly understood seasonal affective disorder.

But I was allergy free!

You know what? I’ll take the sniffing and nose-blowing and watery eyes in exchange for green and pink and sunshine and no snow. Maybe that’s just me, but I’m glad to live where I live. (Until July.)

Happy spring y’all!

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Earlier this week, I awoke to thunder. When I left home for work, storm clouds were overhead. But as I headed north, God once again displayed His handiwork. New mercies, every single morning:

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It’s been a lovely weekend in these parts, and I’ve enjoyed being outside. Yesterday after a solid 12 hours (yes!!!) of sleep, we had a late breakfast and headed to my home away from home (Thomasville, Georgia) for the 95th Rose Festival. The weather was perfect, especially in the shade, and we took our time walking through the car show, stopping in some downtown shops (I couldn’t resist a stop at my favorite yarn shop to pick up some skeins on sale), perusing the prize-winning roses, wandering through the arts and crafts at Paradise Park, and having a delicious meal at Jonah’s.

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Then, today (Sunday), I re-read a blog post I wrote 3 years ago to the day and was reminded once again of my Father’s love for me. After church (a sweet time of worship and fellowship), Paul and I had lunch at a new (to me) restaurant. The day was so nice that he suggested we walk a little before returning to the car, so we ended up strolling through some old neighborhoods. I love to do that. You see so much more than you notice when you drive by, and I’m always surprised by little discoveries. Today it was a cute little garden shop, and flowers popping up beside the sidewalks:

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Now it’s time to read a little and rest before putting supper together and taking another walk.

Oh, and Paul has informed me that in honor of my birthday later this week, Anne Week has kicked off today. 🙂

Happy Sunday y’all!

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I’m so behind on this whole blogging thing these days. Any spare time is used for knitting. At the moment I have some quiet, uninterrupted time but my knitting project is upstairs, and I’m too lazy and comfortable under this warm blanket to go get it. So blogging it is:

A few weekends ago, Paul and I headed up to North Carolina to spend the weekend with my parents at their mountain cabin. Because it’s such a long trip, we both took Friday off and left after work on Thursday. We enjoy road trips together, but it was a late night and we were both pretty tired when we arrived at midnight.

The next morning we rode over to Blue Ridge, Georgia, in a pretty dense fog. We had a big breakfast at Mercier’s Orchards, and let me tell you, there are some folks out there who are pretty crazy about apples. Seriously, it was an apple frenzy. The place was full of senior citizens who clearly thought that was their last chance on earth for a good apple.

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They were dropped off by the busload, and there was no stopping them. We browsed as best we could, and I was pretty relieved when we got out of there. The fog had lifted by then:

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The next stop was downtown Blue Ridge where Mom and I stopped in several shops while Dad and Paul found comfortable places to sit and wait on us.

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After a tasty lunch, we went back to the cabin for some down time. You guessed it: I used that time to knit.

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That night Caroline and her boyfriend met us for supper and then stayed the night at the cabin with us. We had the most relaxing Saturday eating lunch downtown, visiting a little farmers market, watching football, and hanging out.

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On Sunday it was time to head south again, and we stopped in Atlanta to visit IKEA. It felt like I was back in Europe, but this time I didn’t have to do the Euro/dollar conversion. We took our time in the maze there, and then had a yummy lunch at a nearby Yard House. It was bright and clear on the drive home. Paul drove, I snoozed for a little while and then woke to knit.

What a fun weekend it was! Beautiful weather, a taste of fall, family, a comfortable cabin, football, good food…. I’m so thankful for all of it.

Happy fall, y’all!
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