On the Edge of Antarctica

My laptop's temperature gadget's reading 2 below zero as I write this. Throw the 5 mph wind into the mix and you have a windchill of about 13 below. The furnace is pissed off.

Now I've seen worse, much worse actually, as I'm sure many of you have. That doesn't mean I have to like it at all, which I don't. I keep trying to think of what good this weather is. What purpose does it serve? If the freezing point is 32 and that kills most everything living, why do we need any temps below that? Why did God make a wind chill index?

I'm sure there's a reason for it. If you find it, be sure and clue me in.

It was another week of loss for some friends of ours. A couple who lost a father a few weeks ago lost another father on the wife's side just yesterday. It has been a weird, eerie winter that way for a number of people in our lives. Throw into that the cruddy weather of late, and its enough to make anyone go fetal.

My brother came home from the hospital today, so that is a praise. He got through chemo pretty well and all news from home is that he looks good. I hope and pray that this is the secret to his cure, and that they can get back to some level of routine again. I'd say normal too, except that I don't know what "normal" is anymore. Their normal is new, and so is ours and everyone around them. We'll all adapt to it, it's just going to take some time and some adjustment. Big adjustments in some cases, including my own life and perspective(s).

That's what's hitting me most lately is how the journey changes every day for us. It ebbs and flows based on reports about how he's doing, but depending on what else is going on in my life, certain things come more clearly into focus, and things I've not thought about much in the past are suddenly in my thoughts several times throughout the day. I think for me, it's all a bit amplified because I'm approaching my 50th year. Couple that with all the pain and emotion that we're going through here, and you've got a nice mental fireworks show that you didn't really ask for.

So tomorrow, I'm going to get up, eat my breakfast, deal with all that the "new normal" day brings and make the best out of the crappy January 22nd, 2011 that can be made. Because that's all I know how to do, and I ain't no quitter.

Blogging off...


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