clouds and plans

What with the images coming from the new Webb space telescope and the wonder of living here in 7H with the continually changing weather panorama, I've pretty much decided I don't want to miss any of it, which means deciding to live forever. As someone said, "so far, so good". Today, for instance, this morning. When I came out and lit off my coffee machine a bit after three o'clock, it was pitch black dark outside, except for lightning in clouds to the south, out over the Gulf. Then a lovely, bright day being promised with sunrise;

then back to dark, threatening skies, with lightning, rumbling thunder, and raining off to the westsouthwest beyond Bay Point. I have to keep scooting back out on the porch to get a picture. What the sun and clouds do together is fascinating.

High school football season developing, so I'm fiddling with the "Episcopal Church Year" calendar for 2022, got it marked up to show Sundays when I'm scheduled for the pulpit, weekends when FSU has away games, Fridays when Tallahassee's Lincoln High School has home games, and working with the calendar to find an extended vacancy at Waukulla Springs Lodge so we can be in the area to go enjoy Lincoln marching band at a football game. Our girls have been in the Lincoln Band for several years, starting with Caroline, I guess six years ago; she's a junior at FSU now. Charlotte, in her fourth year with the Lincoln Band, is a drum major this year. Missing one year because of the pandemic, we've tried to get to at least one game each season. Our game last year was here, a rainy evening when Lincoln played Moseley at Tommy Oliver Stadium.

At this age of caution, going out US231 and picking up I-10 or Route 20 no longer works comfortably for us to drive safely to Tallahassee; but we can crawl along US98 past Tyndall and on to Apalachicola from Time to Time. So we've decided that if we can drive to Apalach, we can stretch it a bit to the other end of Franklin County, Alligator Point, across the Ochlockonee Bay Bridge to Panacea, and up to Waukulla Springs.

Trouble now is finding a vacancy at the Lodge that includes Friday night. Our plan so far has been scuttled, so back to GO.

Suddenly a rainbow out the corner of my eye, hovering over Thomas Drive.

What? Small sirloin steak for breakfast, brew another pot of hot, black.

RSF&PTL