Joachim
74F
77% but what's making it so nice out here this darkness is Wind 9
mph, the air's gentle movement of a soft breeze even into my porch.
Wed 3:31 AM reads the MacBook display. I love being up and outside
with hot black coffee this hour. It was good at The Old Place on the
four porches those years, but never felt so safe as here. No bear,
having swum across the Bay from Tyndall, is going to wander across my
yard, through the streetlight, and back into the neighborhood. And
there was the time years ago when, clearing out shubbery in the front
side yard, I found an ice chest with beer in it and realized someone
had been sleeping there.
There's
not a star in the sky, so it must be overcast, and although I've seen
no lightning, now and then there seems to be a rumble or thump of
thunder far away.
And
that shrimpboat in the channel just beyond my balcony rail. We
watched it leave last evening and head out into the Bay. Carrying
across the water, its engine is loud enough here: it must be
deafening to the crew onboard with it all night.
Last
night I drifted off to sleep about seven o'clock after an early
taste of various leftover birthday desserts for "supper." Oz et al say
eat a bit of protein within halfhour of rising, to stir one's
metabolism for the day; so one 40 calorie slice of thin whole wheat
bread folded over a lifelong addiction: liverwurst. In my past life
the only time I had liverwurst was the days in October when Linda was at the annual
churchwomen's event at BlueLake. Now eating what I DWP, appetite
stirred by a friend's mouthwatering description of pate de foi gras
in France, I found chicken liver pate at TJ's in Tallahassee and duck
liver pate at Fresh Market, Pier Park.
Task
for this morning: draft the ten-thirty worship bulletin for the
upcoming Sunday. Opening with German Calvinist theologian
Praise
to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O
my soul, praise him, for he is thy health and salvation!
All
ye who hear,
now
to his temple draw near;
praise
him in glad adoration.
Many
of these old hymns were quite long, with verses we no longer sing.
Here are a couple verses I like theologically.
Praise
to the Lord, who, when tempests their warfare are waging,
who,
when the elements madly around thee are raging,
biddeth
them cease,
turneth
their fury to peace,
Whirlwinds
and waters assuaging.
Praise
to the Lord, who, when darkness of sin is abounding,
who,
when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding,
sheddeth
his light,
chaseth
the horrors of night,
saints
with his mercy surrounding.
Neanderthal (Neander valley), where homo neanderthalensis was later found, was named in Joachim's honor.
Pax
Pax
Thos.+