|Old field asters near the river. I took this photo a dew days ago.|
It is dim and damp out, thanks to a heavy overcast and intermittent showers—some of them heavy—which began with a thunderstorm about 3:30 a.m. Additional rain is pretty much the outlook for the remainder of today. The same pattern is expected to last throughout Wednesday. The river is already up by several feet, and will likely continue to rise for awhile—the first round of high water we've had in months. Not that I expect it to become worrisome.
I'm still stiff and sore and gimping around to the point of near-incapacity from working on our woodpile most of Saturday, plus what litte we could manage yesterday. That's about par for my decrepit back…after just one day of mediocre work, I need several days of recovery before I can again walk upright without pain, or lift anything heavier than a cup of coffee. If I were a horse, someone would have shot me long ago and hauled my sorry carcass off to the fertilizer factory.
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Yesterday morning, my daughter, son-in-law, fellow-father-in-law, along with a family friend and her twin daughters, were all on the way to church when they were T-boned by an elderly driver trying to make a left turn. The impact spun them around, popped the side-panel airbags, front and rear, and did significant damage to my daughter's new Honda Accord. However, God was watching over everything, protecting, guiding, minimizing, caring. Other than a few bumps and a bad scare, everyone—including the other driver—was unharmed. Cars can be repaired or replaced; family and friends are precious beyond words and irreplaceable. I'm grateful the auto's safety systems worked, glad that no one was injured, and more than anything, thankful to God for His countless blessings.