Slip Slidin' Away

God only knows

God makes his plans

The information's unavailable

To the mortal man

We're working our jobs

Collect our pay

Believe we're gliding down the highway

When in fact we're slip slidin' away - Paul Simon

How many of you love Simon & Garfunkel as much as I do? We have been doing a bit of slip slidin' lately. Seven states are under two feet of snow. Our state alone has scooped up one billion pounds of snow. It's striking on this satellite image. I think this is of Washington, D.C. It is snowing again as I write this, we could get another foot. So if you don't hear from me for awhile (sigh) you'll know we've lost power. We finally had to go out to the drug and grocery stores in between blizzards. It wasn't a pretty sight. You know by now how extremly clumsy I am. But did you know that fear overtakes me when I have to leave the house in bad weather? Many years ago , we left the house in bad weather, and I slipped and fell right outside the door. I spent the next six weeks in a cast up to my hip and a wheelchair. So I don't take this kind of weather lightly. I held on to both of Phil's hands tightly as he led me to the car. In order to do this, he had to walk backwards, so he slipped once. I screamed but he didn't. Once in the car, my adrenaline was flowing. I took the third picture from inside the car as we backed out of the driveway. The car you see is the neighbors. The big white lump with the rear view morror sticking out is our other car. The next photo is the bent over trees on each side of our front door. Not helping my nerves. Bump bump, we went backwards. I began to whine and yelp. Phil told me to go limp and lighten up. He's the calm, fearless one. I'm the opposite. Phil told me to shut my eyes. And miss a possible camera shot? No way! Notice the little snow "buds" on the bare tree branches? At one point on our short trip, he came at me with this: "You don't have any faith in my driving!!" I assured him that I had plenty of faith in his driving skills, but not in the other cars, or the unpredictable ice. Returning with our laxatives, pain medications, cholesterol lowering statins, and groceries, I give a prayer of thanks, eat sweets in any form I can find, and flop on the couch semi-comatose. God is good.

"When I said 'My foot is slipping', your love, O Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul." Psalm 94:18