I am moving away from the mountain...sadness. No more mountainmelody, I guess!
Blogging is a little boring. I may or may not keep posting frequent updates here.
Next up on my exciting blog: photos of the skinks that play on my steps. You have to admit that they're kind of cute!
We found this tarp hanging from the trees just down the street from my house.
Crazy.
This has been an eventful and sometimes exhausting week for me--and much more so for many whose homes and lives have been devastated by the tornadoes.
Here are a few pictures a coworker took of our cleanup efforts on Tuesday. Much more work remains to be done.
Here are a few pictures a coworker took of our cleanup efforts on Tuesday. Much more work remains to be done.
I spent the day today helping clean up debris in a hard hit area about an hour away. I'll post photos and more information this weekend. It was a good day!
Last night I slept for 11 hours, got up, and was so tired the only thing I could do was go back to bed for 2 more hours. I should mention that I had a relaxing and restful day yesterday, and I am not sick that I know of.
If I feel like this when I am 30, what will I be like when I am 60??!?
If I feel like this when I am 30, what will I be like when I am 60??!?
My "walk" pictures will continue to post, but the minds of most of us here are on the recent tornado tragedies. This poem by Langston Hughes about beautiful Alabama seems appropriate to read:
When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes
Of black and white black white black people
And I'm gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I
Get to be a composer
And write about daybreak
In Alabama.
When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes
Of black and white black white black people
And I'm gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I
Get to be a composer
And write about daybreak
In Alabama.
I interrupt this series of posts to let you know that I am fine, despite the crazy tornadoes that came through many parts of Alabama. Here's debris I found in my yard--probably from about 85 miles away in Tuscaloosa!
For the next several days I'm going to post some photos from my regular walk. I walk right outside my door onto a path that is less than a mile long. I don't claim that all of these are the greatest photos, but I hope they give you a taste of life in the country.
Christ is risen from the dead, trampling down death by death, and on those in the tombs bestowing life!
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from beautiful scenery...
...to not so beautiful.
Oh, the joys of life in Alabama...
Haven't blown away yet.
Haven't blown away yet.
I didn't drive back from Chicago, although that might have been faster in the long run! One of my flights was delayed 3 hours, and I ended up spending an extra night in Chicago. I guess there are worse places to be than the Radisson at Delta's expense.
And I won't show you all the food I scored with the free vouchers, but let's just say I used them all up. I should have plenty of extras for my lunches all week! Why turn down free food?
I'm at Techny Towers, near Chicago.
The leaves on the trees here haven't come out yet. Yikes!
Cold weather and no sweet tea...I don't think I could live here!
The truth of God is greater far
Than our poor human mind,
Than any doctrine, creed, or sect,
All partial and confined.
His treasures hold uncounted wealth
That hearts have never heard.
Our boundless God has yet more light
To shine out from His Word.
Who dares to limit God Himself
To what we understand,
To shrink His sprawling mystery
And hold it in our hand?
Immensity of purest love!
An ocean unexplored!
Our boundless God has yet more light
To shine out from His Word.
O Lord, Your Word is Jesus Christ,
Your truth in us begun,
But O the depths of all He is
And all that He has done!
Let faith and love each day increase
The hunger You have stirred:
May more and more of Christ our Light
Shine brightly from Your Word!
Your truth in us begun,
But O the depths of all He is
And all that He has done!
Let faith and love each day increase
The hunger You have stirred:
May more and more of Christ our Light
Shine brightly from Your Word!
~Ken Bible and George Rawson
Here's the house where we stayed on Dauphin Island.
It was very close to the beach. Nice!
Check out these birds that followed our ferry from Dauphin Island to Fort Morgan. Watch the pelican in the second half of the video!
Don't look now, but it's pollen season in Alabama.
Yellow dust coats everything, including my car...
...and the driveway to my work.
Lovely.
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