So, we had a new roof put on in December, actually it was put on over the holidays, with about 14 days of work, give or take, from the 23rd of December to the 4th of January.
Guess what? The crew had to shovel snow off of the roof TWICE in order to put the new roof on. The old roof was 30 years old, and the sub roof was completely rotten in places.
High adventure in the freezing cold of Minnesota!
Well, needless to say, although the crew gave clean up the college try, I am out there now after snow melt picking up tons of trash, nails, ripped up shingles, and You-Name-It.
My gratitude for a new roof offsets my irritations.
I am so thankful for it.
The other had had hail damage, all sorts of issues. I am happy to be under a safer option now.
I don’t mind listening to the blue birds, the robins, and the frogs down in the pond either. It is good to be outdoors this time of year. We need the sunshine and fresh air. The peace heals my broken heart.
I do resent the pair of Canada geese that loudly announce their presence on the pond. They make a racket, for one, and they remind me of my soft heart—-
Canada geese mate for life. I have seen a grieving goose by a road-hit one too many times. They tend to stay and grieve for awhile, and I can’t take it.
I’ve always been tender toward animal behavior that shows loyalty or intelligence. This is one reason I look forward to the millenium so much. I cannot wait to enjoy God’s creatures there.
So, as this pair (which I am pretty sure was here last year) settles in to raise their goslings I am rudely reminded of my own loss.
You marry for life.
My parents are coming up on their 65th wedding anniversary. I had fully expected to make that event with my husband.
I’m not going to.
I will see him again, that is for sure. Right now I have to face a lonely outlook. I’m the goose by the side of the road. I’m looking a little lost. I’m trying to make sense of the situation.
Still.
I may honk a bit in frustration. That seems to be my modus operandi since Brian went to be with Jesus.
Life is hard.
I know it is good, but it is hard.
Come, Lord Jesus!
MARANATHA!