So far the storm is everything they said it would be. I am so grateful to be living in an era where, in the middle of the storm and as long as the grid holds, I can sit in comfort and watch and participate in a worship service in progress 20 miles away.
I’m still safe and warm Sunday night. I have shoveled the stairs to the backyard four times for the sake of my dogs — at 5:30 a foot of snow had filled in the path I had cleared four hours earlier. It seems the snow has tapered off but will be on and off most of the night until it resumes for several hours not long before dawn.
I have only stepped out front once, to take this photo shortly after 8 a.m., 24 hours after I took the picture of Summer and the bare front yard. I’m planning a third photo Monday morning to share for Tuesday.
I’ve stayed in touch with Mary by phone and the rest of the world by Facebook. When Starlink was installed earlier this month and the panel on the roof was pointed at the sky, I asked the guy what I should do if we get 10 inches of snow. “It has a built-in heater,” he said. Sure enough there’s been no interruption of internet service, and apparently there won’t be as long as I have electricity.
What a miraculous world we live in. It seems the last frontier we have to conquer is humanity’s hatred for one another, and even there we make slow progress all the time.
“The heavens declare the glory of God.” We do usually get one horrific storm at the end of winter — and this one may turn out to be the most horrific of all — but then, experience tells me, we’ll be greeting daffodils within a couple of weeks. That thought helps me maintain calm as I listen to the angry wind and the wind chimes jangling in the dark.
Every so often a vehicle passes on the highway above this home. I pray for everyone out in the storm, for safe passage and eventual shelter. It will be a blessing to see the end of this, which they’ve already dubbed “this historic storm.”
