Old Tew’s day rolls in with gray storm laden clouds and 80% chance of rain before lunch, but then will clear off in the afternoon. There must be thunder in the distance that I can’t hear because the two dogs I have that are afraid of rain and lightning are very clingy. I can’t hear thunder in the distance without my hearing aids in, but it is so nice to sit in silence that I put off wearing them until breakfast.
We are growing a bit impatient with the rains. But this is Texas … rain or drought. Take your pick as to which you hate worse. My little acre is so lush and green this spring that it almost makes me think we are living in a temperate paradise, and I like that. But July/August is around the corner, and we quickly become hellishly hot.
News is thankfully thin today, though the deep state finger pointing continues as the spotlight reluctantly but inexorably turns to the source of the great misdirect of 2016-2019. Hopefully, the newsies will have enough integrity to eat their humble pie in public when the sordid mess is finally illuminated. I’m not taking any bets on it, though.
Today, Snookums volunteers at the local food bank, so it is dinner prep for me. Thinking that it would be a good day for a Pizza run. I have been promising one for several weeks now, but it requires getting dressed and wearing real shoes instead of foam flip-flops. Oh! The Agony!
Last night I had a Bat Kol, one of those moments when a voice wakens you, and a spiritual question gets answered. I’ve talked about the experience before. They tend to be very personal, and when I try to explain the revelation to others, they eye me suspiciously and change the subject and again, I slowly learn discretion. That passage that goes “her old men shall dream dreams” comes to mind, and my God once again proves himself trustworthy.
It still has me in a whimsical mood as this new morning with coffee begins unfolding.