Rainy

Summer Twenty-twelve

The weather has been interesting this summer. And gratifying: wet. Seems like we’ve had rain almost every day, good for everything. Not those typical occasional scattered summer showers, or the daily afternoon rainclouds gathering for storms inland. It’s been a rainy summer. This morning it’s raining again. Or still. A check with the Titan ap on my iPad shows, yep, raining. But uh oh, is that circling, OMG, WTH? Back the image off a bit, and sure enough, it’s more than “circling,” it’s a circling tropical low, pretty well developed too. What, a hurricane forming right on top of us overnight? Tap the National Hurricane Center icon. Yep, a yellow thing sitting right over us. 

NHC says it will move south into the Gulf of Mexico, and they give it a 10% chance of developing into a tropical cyclone in the next 48 hours. http://www.nhc.noaa.gov/gtwo_atl.shtml

All the water we’re having bothers me a bit, this morning I must check on Bill and Norman. But that’s foolish, isn’t it. There are graves out there that are a hundred years old, long decades overgrown and longer forgotten. Scrape away the crust of earth covering a marker, to see a date, a name, knock knock, anybody there, doesn’t any one love you anymore? Jewish tradition says we live on in the memories, the hearts and minds, of those we leave behind, those who loved us. Love us. That isn’t really good enough, is it, it seems pretty tentative, pretty iffy, doesn’t it. It’s what we have, though, that and our stirred up mixing bowl of ancient Hebrew shadows, and Greek argument, and New Testament assurances, and liturgical theology, lex orandi lex credendi, and natural human hopes and fears. 

It’s been an interesting summer. And not only the weather. And it’s not over yet. Not quite. Hopefully.

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