Paeha is the funniest dog I have yet seen in the snow --we had one dog, Olaf (a California dog), who liked to run full blast in the snow with his mouth open --a dangerous endeavor we finally convinced him not to undertake. Clio (an Oregon dog), who was raised by Olaf, just liked to roll in the snow. Mr. Witty (a southern California desert dog) prefers just to mark the snow and then stand in wonder, sniff the air, and look at the horizon. He is, after all, named after a philosopher. Paeha likes to leap erratically like a drunk bunny, roll in it, and then eat it, and begin again --energetically. He is undoubtedly still pretty much a puppy --being just a year old.
And, pretty much until today, it has been a foggy endeavor --or low clouds, whatever. But, today, the sun is shining brightly and it is blinding to look out the window --the light coming in the window is blinding, undeterred by the curtains.... This time of year --this month, in Lakota, is called "the moon of the burning eyes." I will be looking for my sunglasses today....
Today will be the warmest day of the week --it will reach the scorching temperature of 30F. I got a phone call late yesterday afternoon, and I will have a wake/funeral on Friday and Saturday --a tough time for a family to bury a loved one --the high temp on those days promises to be 19 degrees. I hope his pall bearers don't try to dig the hole by hand... it's gonna be difficult enough to break up the frozen dirt to fill the hole, much less try to break through the frozen ground.
Last night we put up the Christmas trees in the church --we were all chilly, even though the thermostat was set at 70. Things are just radiating cold... but we organized, sorted, put up garlands and lights, ate pink yogurt covered pretzels and then some popcorn --and after the trees were standing and the garlands draped we sang carols, some in Lakota, some in English --and then we prayed Compline and put the day to bed.
And we got a phone call first thing this morning... our funniest dog yet in the snow is finally scheduled to get his pockets picked --if you know what I mean.... We've been waiting four weeks for the local vet (40 miles away) to schedule a 'small animal day'. It has been an urgent concern for us because we had to put down a $100 deposit at the shelter, promising to get him neutered or the $100 would be forfeited. There was a month deadline. Today is exactly a month....
I can't believe this little one has been with us a month already....
And then the guys came over to get the key to open the church to get ready to serve a hot lunch today... when they brought the key back, they had already swept our walk.
Such is the world of generosity....
So, it is a gentle morning.... A morning of light snow and bright sun, good coffee, caring for our little dogs and folks getting ready to serve a hot lunch.... And the only thing I have planned is to prepare the readings bulletins for Christmas --and, oh yeah, write something the children can read at the four o'clock pageant on Christmas Eve that will tell the glorious story of God With Us... and find some fabric we can use to drape the small bodies and tell them they are now prophets and angels --and perhaps some will want to make the necessary animal sounds... among other things.
At prayer this morning; Canticle: A Song of Faith (1 Peter 1:3-4, 18-21)
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, *
by divine mercy we have a new birth into a living hope;
Through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, *
we have an inheritance that is imperishable in heaven.
Thanks be to God.