I apologize for my silence this week. You can blame it on the recent ice storm that swept through the South. I’ve been without power for several days and Mark is out of town.
At first, it was a bit of an adventure. We briefly lived in Colorado so our closet is stocked with unused ski gear. I layered up in three pairs of pants, three shirts, a coat, hat, scarf, and three pairs of socks (apparently I think three of anything is good). I read by a book by flashlight and slept in my sub-zero sleeping bag on the couch. Ice-covered limbs crashing into the yard woke me up several times. The next morning my cell phone died. That’s when I began to panic just a bit. I sat down on the bed and prayed, “God, what do I do now?”
Just then I heard a knock on the door. It was my friend Brian and he had come to rescue me. So now I’m hanging out with his wife Cynthia, who is also my dear friend, and their little boy Austin. We just finished “cooking” a pie, cake, brownies, spaghetti, pizza, casserole, and eggs on Austin’s toy stove. A moment ago He announced from the kitchen that I’m his girlfriend. Even as a toddler, it appears the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
The power just flickered so I’m going to post this while I still can. I hope all of you are warm and safe!
