Just a quick post to say… I’m not going to post today… not coherently anyway… 
The much-touted ‘blizzard’ (minor, really, despite the hype) = snow day from school = time with ‘Springy’ plus nearly an hour and a half of shoveling (which she helped with, adding good cheer to the task).
Our erstwhile plow guy kept coming so long after a storm was over that, each time, we would have to shovel ourselves anyway. He finally got fed up with our ‘taking’ his business. Great way to spread word-of-mouth. To add injury to insult, I can’t remember the last time I fell down on ice, but after the plows came, this morning, everything was super-crazy-slick. On one hill, I found myself sprawled and sliding. More startling than anything. Between the two things, it’s time to go long on Advil… which is about the only thing to go long on these days aside from canned goods, bibles and ammunition.
Mrs. Ultraguy away on business = more house duties, including extra dog-walking time.
Tax season means the inevitable ritual of sorting receipts and statements so as to give to Caesar what is Caesar’s. I find it a soul-sapping ritual every year, not so much because of the check we have to write (though that stings too, and likely will even more soon) but because it all seems so… dead. I’ve been redeeming it somewhat by, 1) listening to Casting Crowns on the iPod (e.g., ‘American Dream’, below) and, 2) praying for the grace and perspective to see through/past it (more helpful than I’d hoped).
Turn it up… loud:
[This] American Dream is beginning to seem
More and more like a nightmare
With every passing day…
Finally, a bit of timely, if sobering, perspective from our OT reading at church yesterday, out of the book of Habbakuk (3:16b-19):
I must wait quietly for the day of distress, For the people to arise {who} will invade us. Though the fig tree should not blossom And there be no fruit on the vines, {Though} the yield of the olive should fail And the fields produce no food, Though the flock should be cut off from the fold And there be no cattle in the stalls, Yet I will exult in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. The Lord GOD is my strength, And He has made my feet like hinds’ {feet,} And makes me walk on my high places…
On a lighter note, something you can do to help…
UPDATE (also pretty random): When ‘tolerance’ on campus means enforced homogenization and an abrogation of the long-established right to free association. (Wonder what would happen if someone challenged the entry criteria for certain leftist campus orgnaizations. Hmm…)
