Quiet Christmas Day after....

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The morning has dawned, late and dark as a winter storm approaches. The air feels heavy with anticipation. In this little region of metro Detroit, between Lake Erie and Lake Huron, storms coming from the west typically blow north or south of us. The storm heads straight for us until it gets to Ann Arbor, about 45 minutes west, and then they split and go around us. It's very odd. This storm however is blowing up from the south heading north east and we are due to get it full-on. We won't get the worst of it, that will happen south of us, in Ohio and elsewhere. But we are anticipated 4-6 inches of snow. That is enough to count as a snow storm. The measly dusting we got on Christmas Eve was beautiful, but it really wasn't anything to get excited about. 

Before the storm hits full on we hope to go to the Henry Ford Imax and see The Hobit. We wanted to do this yesterday but they were closed on Christmas. We could have seen it at another Imax, but we decided to wait, thinking that the Henry Ford Imax will be better. Instead, yesterday, we went to see "This Is 40..." not an award winner but a curious film. I alternately hated it and liked it. It was a little bit too much like watching someones real life. It was annoying in parts, hilarious in others, tender and honest, and choppy. Life can be choppy sometimes. There seemed to be no real plot or story line, just a glimpse into the life of this couple as they struggled to turn 40. As I approach my 56th birthday in February I can relate to struggles with aging. Although turning forty was not that hard for me, 30 was and 50 was. Turning 30 was marked by a miscarriage. Turning 50 was the impetus for launching this blog....But at forty I was busy being a mom and a wife and a full time grad student working on a dual degree M.Div/MSW (Masters of Divinity and Masters of Social Work. I don't even remember turning 40.

Anyway, this morning I am listening to Bach, a fire in a fireplace, a large mug of coffee. The Christmas tree lights one end of the room with a gentle glow. A winter storm is coming and I'm on vacation for a week. I look forward to some rest, some peace, a time for renewal. 


Comments

Sherry said…
Hope you don't get hit too hard. I recall that it wasn't all that bad most years in Detroit, but I do recall a number of times that getting my car off to a start was difficult given snow. The sidestreets become lousy and eventually it's pretty much one way traffic. But do enjoy the vacation. It sounds like you have been very busy the last few months and deserve some down time! Blessing and happy holidays!
12/26/2012 12:54 PM
Hot Cup Lutheran said…
aging is such a bugger...
12/26/2012 11:34 PM
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