Another happy Sunday

Okay, so you're probably going to be bored with my rantings about playing with the band at the new church, but I did both the morning AND the evening sets and had an absolute total blast. Actually, this morning, I was a fill-in soprano instead of playing in the band, and then this evening I had a mic AND played keys. The musicians are just so talented... it makes me incredibly happy that they LET ME be there with them.

It is FREEZING here. Yes, yes, I know. What do I expect, living in Iowa? And you'd be right to point that out to me. Nonetheless, it doesn't make it any easier to bear. In fact, having lived here for nearly nine years now, it's even harder because I know all too well just how long winter really is. Seven, eight months of cold... dead brown and gray landscape... bitter wind and piles of snow (thank you GOD that that hasn't begun yet)... my feet are NOT looking forward to being cold all the time. Generally I can tell how cold it's gotten outside, even when our thermostat is set the same as always, because my feet have some kind of invisible thermo-link to the outdoor temperature. Right now my feet are FREEZING and just don't seem to want to get warm, which tells me that the mercury has dropped a good bit. I have them bundled up in my house-slippers that were crocheted by my Grandmother, but they're stubbornly refusing to warm up. I keep a little electric heater under the computer desk; I guess it's time to crank it back up. Sometimes I can put my feet right on the thing and they still don't want to get warm. Rick thinks there's something wrong with me and that no-one who's actually ALIVE could have feet that cold. If anyone's actually reading my blather and has a suggestion, I'm willing to entertain suggestions for a solution.

This morning's sunrise was simply outstanding, I do have to say. The sky was shot through with brilliant neon pink, pale blues and purples, and spatters of orange. I have always thought that Oklahoma sunSETS were pretty much unequalled, and I still think so, but Iowa sunRISES are a wonder to behold. Absolutely beautiful. I haven't really had the opportunity to enjoy many sunrises over the years, being more of a night owl, but because of my teaching schedule and then the Sunday morning gigs, I've been forced into the early-riser niche. It's not bad; it's quiet then, and it gives me a little face time with God. Definitely precipitates the need for an afternoon nap, however... and an early bed-time... bleah

And on that note, nitey-nite.