It was because of the blizzard. A Nor'easter, some called it. And calls went out to all the little church members in their homes to let them know that church just wasn't happening.
And the church members felt sad and/or secretly relieved as they gazed out on the poor visibility, the snow-packed roads and the occasionally body-knocking-over wind gusts and wondered how they would now spend their days.
Perhaps they would read spiritual messages to each other. Perhaps they would catch up on their scripture study. Some might even brave the storm to visit nearby members and console one another about their churchlessness.
And others... Others would blog.
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Snow!!! We were supposed to get snow too. But instead we've gotten a lot of wind and some rain. Just enough to make waiting for the metro miserable. Lovely.
I spent twenty minutes stuck in my driveway this morning, unable to do much to free myself because of being six months pregnant and having two kids. That almost came out two months pregnant and six kids, which would've been really remarkable given four years of marriage. Ed was already at church for early meetings. I was supposed to conduct Relief Society.
After lots of prayers and tire-spinning, our taciturn neighbor came outside with his dogs, helped me wedge te cardboard I'd gotten a little more firmly under the wheels with repeated forward/reverse shifting, and pushed.
We were only twenty minutes late to church. No other members of the RS presidency were there. The former 1st counselor from the previous presidency conducted.
I love looking at snow but I have to say that after today's aggravation quotient (and this was just the beginning) I'm ready for a brown Christmas.
Heck, I blog even when there isn't a Nor'easter (which is most of the time, in So Cal).
Lucky Pam & Kim. Puh. ( ;) )
And Cathy--ugh. Pregnancy exponentially increases the pain-in-the-rear-ness of snow. So sorry.
Gotta say, I'm with Cathy on this one. Fun to look at, rotten to deal with.
Also, Cathy, you reminded me of a terrible terrible moment some 27 and a half years ago, in Fullerton California. (No snow was involved!) I was driving with Beth and Mary in their little car seats in a very old bright yellow (really!)VW squareback, and stopped at a red light. When the light turned green the battery went completely dead. I put it in neutral, got out, and weeping wildly, tried to push that beastly car through the intersection. Oh, and did I mention that I was also about eight months pregnant with Becky, and so enormous I could hardly waddle even when not pushing a car with two toddlers in it? I think I was, in addition to crying hysterically, also pretty soundly cursing my husband under my breath, which really was not fair, but I did not care at that moment. EVERYTHING was his fault, the battery, the old bright yellow VW squareback (which, if you can believe it, he referred to with deep affection as "the banana boat") and the huge belly which stuck out in front of me about two feet! A couple of young Latino guys pulled over, jumped (with disgusting agility) out of their souped up roadster, and very politely and cheerfully pushed the car to the side of the road for me. I think when they got back into their very cool vehicle they were laughing, but since I speak no Spanish I am not sure if they were laughing at the crazy crying pregnant gringo lady or not.
Ah...happy memories. Happy, happy memories.
(And all of you dear souls who are still in your twenties, have you figured out yet that the worst experiences in life usually make the BEST stories years later? One of the compensations for getting older!
I think I might just give up driving for the next twelve or so years. At least while there's snow. And I have toddler(s). And am pregnant.
I think a few words are needed to weigh in on the positive side. Not too long ago, I got to introduce Gwynneth to her first snowfall that counts--last year she was too little to be cognizant of it. Morgan, Gwyn and I bundled up, including snow pants and snow boots for the kids, rendering them multicolored marshmallows. We have a training sled for Gwyn that has a seat for it with a seatbelt. I buckled her in and we headed out the back door on to our deck. She wasn't ready for the sudden descent down the stairs, but she became cautiously enthusiastic about being towed over gentle rises in our backyard. It helped that she'd played with the sled inside (Morgan called it a boat and wanted to give rides out to an island) and thus riding in it was a desirable activity. Best of all (until her boot came off) was taking staggering steps in the snow, with me holding her up and supporting most of her weight.
IT is a choice thing to participate in the many "firsts" with a child.
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