Christmas Days

I had great day today. I started off by going to my group piano lessons, my last lesson from Ms. Jenny forever. I am now done (unless I take from someone else). After my lesson, Adam picked me up and we drove to the Expo center for the Rose City Gun Show. When we had finished there, we picked up Matthew and drove out to Estacada for the basketball and volleyball games. We won all our games and I had a grand old time cheering for our teams and making fun of the other teams. Halfway througth the basketball game Mr. Dutton was leaving and he gave me a ride. We fit all eight of us into his truck and drove back to their house. After dinner Mr. Dutton drove me home.

John

Up On The Housetop

Every once in a while a one could make out a thumping bumping sound coming from the roof, but on this particular Friday it wasn't reindeer; it was me putting up our Christmas lights. On Friday we got our tree and I decided that I was going to put our Christmas lights. I made the decision late in the afternoon so I had to get to work before the light totally failed on me. After testing all our outdoor strings of lights I went up on the roof and began to work. Slowly but surely, the day began to fade into night. My position was made less precarious because the strings of lights I was putting up were lit while I worked with them. But as the night began to fall so did the rain. Rain has many forms and this rain was a light misting, just enough to make the entire roof surface wet. The rain felt good, as did my sense of accomplishment at the progress I was making. Eventually the rain stopped, by this time the darkness had completely fallen and night had set in. I finished the first story roof just in time for an appointment I had. I saved the upper for another day, another time.

A Bow In the Sky

The rain today was really nothing more than a light sprinkle, but something about it was different than a usual light sprinkle. The clouds didn't have full control over the sky and the sun, its dying voice to put forth, shone brightly through. It was a beautiful sight. The setting Southwesterly sun shining through the thin clouds cast a vibrant rainbow onto the cloud banks to the North. The pot of gold was nowhere to be found.

John

High Definition

Tonight I had a pretty good night at youth group. I didn't do very well on Bible Quizzing, but what can be expected if I don't study very well. We sang a song that I didn't really like and then had a little dress rehearsel for next Sunday night's Chrildrens Christmas program. Afterwards the seniors had a meeting and then I set up to room for school tomorrow. I was a little upset about having to set up the classroom practically by myself even though I don't go to school there. I finally had a chance to hang out a little while before I went to practice our upcoming special music with Adam and Adela.

John

My November Guest

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, desered trees,
The faded earth, he heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eyes for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

~Robert Frost

Remember When it Rained

It doesn't take much memory to remember the Rain because the sky is falling as I write. The wind whipping it into an intense deluge, the rain streaks from the sky before the individual particles come to a spattering stop on the sodden earth. The trees, standing as stark sentinels, reach to the grey, lowering sky with barren criss-crossing branches. The wind, whistling through the branches, causes them to sway, and sweep as the rain runs down making its way to the roots beneath. I love it when it rains. I love to stand amidst the torrent, the drops fall on my head and shoulders as the occasional gust drives them into my face and eyes. It gives me a sense of adventure, and yet, conversely, I feel a calm observance of nature come over me. I love it when it rains.

John