Yea, amen! let all adore thee*
by chuckofish
It was a busy week. Daughter #2 came home and between going to work, trips to the NICU at the hospital and an ice storm, we managed to trim the big tree
and watch Miracle on 34th Street (1947) and Edward Scissorhands (1990). We even made several fires in the fireplace without the aid of our Eagle Scout who did come and help us wrangle the tree into the tree stand. Merci beaucoup.
Daughter #2 graded 29 papers and the OM gassed up the cars.
We went to church yesterday, the fourth Sunday in Advent, and sang the rest of the advent hymns. The rector gave us all high fives for showing up. In fact, a lot of churches were closed because of the weather and very cold temperatures. This is a new thing. On Saturday night you see the names of church closings scrolling on the bottom of your television screen, just like school closings during the week. [Insert eye roll here.] Please.
Today we will go back to work for a few days and visit the hospital and get ready for daughter #1’s arrival on Friday. And we will “rejoice! rejoice!” because, you know, “Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel!”
Have a good week and stay calm.
*Hymn 57, Charles Wesley
Church closings, smurch closings.
I hate church closings!
We had a lot around here, too. Fortunately, our church was not among them and the Lessons and Carols went off without a hitch. Your pictures are lovely!
Gassed up the cars doesn’t sound like much, but DW leaves that Sharpie note on one of the defunct business notepads, “I need gas . . .” – and I contort my frame into the Mini without moving her seat or mirrors. Her gas is on the right, I have to remember, because mine is on the left, and plan my approach to the pumps with all due rigor.