The Howling. Yes, a friend and I howled at the Full Moon a week ago. We enjoyed martinis at the local martini bar and a vegetarian pizza at a local pizza place and found a lot that was deserted, and not too light-polluted. The moon, obscured by clouds, nevertheless showed bright light, and we took turns. “Yours was better,” he said. “No comparisons,” I said. “Just Ho-ow-ow-ow-l-l-l.” We did. And laughed. And again. As we walked back through town to his car, it began snowing. Good, good.
A Hard Week. After the howling, my slight congestion and cough developed into a major problem. I had fever over the weekend and had to cancel going to a friend’s 90th birthday party. I slept and rested until Sunday noon. I was feeling much better, and a reiki and biofeedback session helped the healing. By yesterday, I felt mostly well. The week, and the week before, was spent mostly correcting galley proofs for my novel. I sent the last four corrections to the publisher yesterday afternoon, and when I approve them, you’ll hear me singing, “Praise the Lord, and Pass the Ammunition!” (The book will then go to press and production.) For the last decade that I taught senior English, I sometimes used that phrase to affirm answers. I got strange stares, and if students asked, I told about the song. Yes! I’ll be singing that song soon.
Weather on Tuesday, January 21. It was an interesting and wonderful day. I noticed that the sunrise was marked by bright orange-red color, and I remembered “Red sky at morning, sailor take warning.” The day started bright, sunny, mild (in the mid-40’s), and clear. By noon, grey clouds had moved in from the south, and in an hour the entire sky changed to gray. Temperature dropped dramatically and it became windy. By 5:30 wet snow began to fall. During the night the temperatures dropped into the teens, and icy conditions were forecast for the next day.
CaringBridge.org. is a web site that exemplifies the best use of technology. News about a patient can be shared through journal entries from loved ones, and one can leave a response of concern or support. Several months ago, a friend in Fort Collins, CO, had a serious and unexpected episode with his heart, and his wife posted straight-forward reports about his hospitalization, recovery, and rehabilitation. Now I’m using the site to learn about the husband of a friend and former student. He is dying of a cancerous tumor in the brain. My friend posts reports in the form of letters to him. They are movingly stated, poignant expressions of deep love and strong religious faith. I asked her last week if I could quote parts of one of them, but since then she has continued to write so eloquently that I don’t know which entry to quote. I trust that other friends and I can persuade her eventually to publish the entries into a book which will serve as inspiration to others. I don’t know better contemporary examples of the meanings of love and the beauty of belief.
Thank you for reading. I hope your week will be good.