Oh the weather outside is Sandy

I had to go to work today. As an environmentally friendly car-free American (ok maybe I’m just poor), this involved downloading a new app onto my iPhone (ok maybe I’m not poor), and ordering up a fancy schmancy town car. Aka summoning Uber. Because the Metro and all of the buses were closed, and it was windy and rainy and too far to walk without me being very sad at the end.

But now I am home cuddled up in a blanket, listening to the wind howl, tinkering with writing ideas and bridesmaid dress color palettes, and being very grateful for a warm home and underground power lines and early deadlines. Maybe I will make some pasta. And pumpkin muffins.

And who knows what the outcome of this storm will be (they say it could be bad; I pray you are safe), but I couldn’t help thinking this morning that this quote was very apt for all the brouhaha preceding “Frankenstorm.” Said by H.L. Mencken, and stolen from Anna Williams’ Twitter feed, with the full knowledge that I, with my very ample set of emergency alerts, am probably implicated by it:

“Civilization, in fact, grows more and more maudlin and hysterical; especially under democracy it tends to degenerate into a mere combat of crazes; the whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary.”

And then I also thought how perfectly this storm tests the lesson of our sermon at church Sunday, which said that suffering is to be expected, but that God is in control, is good, and knows how to make things work together for good for those who love him.

“Whatever the Lord pleases, he does,
in heaven and on earth,
in the seas and all deeps.
He it is who makes the clouds rise at the end of the earth,
who makes lightnings for the rain
and brings forth the wind from his storehouses.”

Psalm 135: 6-7

Hope you are warm and dry.

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Thankful

I am thankful for…

family
a job
spy novels
socks
Korean food
colors…especially fall colors
biking past the Kirby center (reminds me of home)
church
poetry
hot showers
jokes that only close friends would understand
grace
Skype!
fuzzy blankets
Gilmore Girls
the fact that I live with TWO insane redheads
college memories
an eternal hope
the smell of new magazines
the smell of old books
new shoes
the D.C. Metro (no really)
beauty
my skills at staying warm acquired in Michigan
a friend and her family to spend Thanksgiving with
going home for Christmas

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Life lately

Life lately has been a blur. So much has gone on, and I have done so little blogging, that it’s difficult to know where to begin.

So you’ll have to settle for a picture tour….

This is my family. Aren’t they great? I went to visit them two weekends ago. Please note that my brother couldn’t be bothered to put down Hayek for the picture.

My little sister is growing up fast. And since I’m finding it harder and harder to remember what it was like to be 12, I find her very, very cute and interesting and funny. She wants a Kindle for Christmas, and when I teased her about wanting to read electronic books, she replied with this:

“My dear loving sister, Let me explain. As you know I love reading books. I love the smell of the books, the sound of the books’ pages. However, carrying around books on a car trip is not very fun, and takes up space. Also, you can buy books on Amazon for a Kindle for a lot less. Those are my reasons. PLEASE DON’T DISOWN ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Gosh she’s great.

I thought D.C. autumns were supposed to be drab, but our street proved me wrong. Our ginko trees turned a brilliant yellow last week, and a rainstorm blew most of the leaves off in a single night, so that I walked to work on a yellow carpet for several days.

I covered the consecration of the new Episcopalian bishop for the Diocese of Washington last week. It was a very odd ceremony. Parts were beautiful and solemn: The organ and choir echoing in the National Cathedral are heart-stopping. And the pageantry — the hats, the colors, the banners — was gorgeous. But other parts were just strange: The sermon included the word “kickass,” and in addition to African and Native American and Cuban and Gospel music, there was a rather painful piano-guitar rendition of Sufjan Stevens’ arrangement of Come Thou Fount. There were also several awkward points in the ceremony when the audience just erupted in laughter.

Not that I have anything against Episcopalians. I interviewed the bishop-elect one-on-one the day before the ceremony and liked her very much. She’s intelligent and articulate and was patient with me as I bumbled around with my recorder.

My friend Naomi visited last week. This photo is from the Kennedy Center, where we went to see the National Symphony Orchestra. But more on her visit later….

The view out my middle window this afternoon. Two important things to note: 1) The leaves are gone. 2) The air conditioner that used to sit in this window is gone. I removed it myself. Huge gold star for me.

And that’s life, lately. Or at least some of it. Life is so much more than daily events. But more on that later. I’ll leave you with a totally unrelated but provoking thought from Dorothy Sayers, as quoted in our evening sermon at church:

“In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair, the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die.”