A WISP OF FOG

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Tule fog is an unwanted but regular visitor to the San Joaquin Valley of California in the fall and winter. I experienced it every year for twenty years.

It comes often and lasts longer than you want but it doesn't last forever. It goes away.

James said our lives are a little like fog, "You're nothing but a wisp of fog, catching a brief bit of sun before disappearing."

Charlotte rolls out of bed in the morning, blinks a few times and sets down at her wonderful Mac computer which she loves.

When I eventually get blanket freedom I sit on the side of the bed and try to decide what day it is and then I put on my house shoes and robe and go outside and bring in the morning paper.

We are retired. We have a lot of interests. We can "spend" our days in many different ways.

What to do with our day, our hours, our minutes--our moments. This is tough stuff. I know. I know. You would like to have this problem.

Well regardless of what season of life you are in right now--you do have to make decisions about what you do with your days--yes, your life!

There's an old song I don't like very much but it has a message we need to think about: "Time is filled with swift transition, naught of earth unmoved can stand, build your hopes on things eternal, hold to God's unchanging hand."

I just looked up at the clock. It's almost noon. How can it be? I just got up.

Valentine's Day is this week? You gotta be kidding. Easter is just around the corner?