It is still November, but then again not so still.
The wind is blowing like there is no tomorrow.
Trees are swaying. It is a wonder that they don’t
break and fall to the ground. Waves are choppy
and roll rapidly toward the shore. We are waiting
for Indian Summer and still have hope. Maybe we
are foolish, bit if we can’t kid ourselves, who can we kid?
Rain is hitting the ground with force and so, we wait.
Tomorrow may be different. Yesterday was sunny and
bright all day. The sun shining off the lake was blinding.
Today I would like to be on an island in the sun. Next week
it will be Thanksgiving, and we have much to be thankful for.
We should do some deep thought about the condition of our
household, local school and churches as well as the community.
There are, without a doubt, many things we could do to improve
things. Are we up to it is the question we ask ourselves. Beyond
our town there are many needs. People in other countries are
recovering from war and its destruction. Many are hungry and thirsty
and cold. They have little hope and depend on us, who have so
much to help by giving donations to agencies that serve this purpose.
Our soldiers, police and firemen who have been killed or injured
certainly, deserve our consideration. We should not give until it hurts
but give until it feels good. It will make for a great Thanksgiving Day
and our weather will be of little concern.
Stanski
November 19, 2024, ^
Steve Haarman 