A big shout out to Dr. King on this MLK holiday. You had the guts to see clearly, to speak bravely, and to point us toward the promised land. Your courage changed everything. Thank you.
Dr. King’s example reminds me not to give up when success is doubtful, when the odds are bad, when maniacs run loose and madwomen grab the bully pulpit. I’m not accountable for grand outcomes – I’m simply accountable for remaining resolute in pursuing what I know is true: those on the margins deserve compassion; Creation is hallowed; enemies are to be forgiven; and lucre is not a signal of divine favor.
On a more mundane level, I’m delighted to report that the garage is (almost entirely) clean. Stu and I made a valiant attack on the forces of disarray yesterday, accompanied at times by Muttley the Dog who supervised us from his perch on old chair cushion with a heater pad on top. We hauled a bunch of stuff to Goodwill, and will haul more to the dump later this week. (Does anybody else have fond childhood memories of going to the dump with their dad? Boy howdy, I sure do.)
Next weekend we’re going to begin to start to commence getting the vegetable garden ready for spring planting. The wheel turns yet again.
Today’s front yard critter count:
Deer: 0
Raccoons: 0
