Nothing to do

           Yesterday I stopped at the Credit Union to drop off the quarters, nickels and pennies I had rolled up over a rather dull week-end. (The dimes are sitting in a red chicken bank not full yet.).  I told the cashier it was the sum total of my week-end.  She laughed.  We are trying to keep our sense of humor these days.  Yesterday it did melt a lot which was great, but it meant a host of new problems.  The water created from melting snow has no real place to go.  The ground is frozen so it runs off or puddles and forms ice-skating rinks on your side walk.
         While I love my new porch, this winter has revealed a new problem.  The metal roof causes the snow to melt when the sun shines on it.  The snow slides off right on to the steps leading to my front door!  Not that I have a lot of company, but I have to get out there before the ice freezes on the steps.  Gr-r-r!  I have a phone call in to the man who puts on eave troughs.  I need him front and back but there is no use to expect him until the Spring thaw is complete.
                 At least I don't have my neighbors' problem.  Their water hook up to the street froze.  There is a back hoe and a jack hammer trying to get through the ice and snow and cement.   You always hold your breath and home the evil fairy of house problems doesn't look your way while creating havoc elsewhere.
                Early this morning (for me) I headed out to the Water and sewage treatment plant.  The City is having issues with the engineering firm who designed and built it and a law suit is pending. There were three lawyers and three engineers plus a couple of us from the city council listening in.  I think someone who is bright could work out a joke somewhere in that (What happens when three attorneys and three engineers are together?)  The engineers are explaining the problems with the system and the attorneys are trying to figure out what language he is speaking. That is what it looked like to me.  I didn't stick around very long.  We have a council meeting re: this afternoon.
                    Then I sat down to work on a sermon for April 8th in Broadus Montana.  The first Sunday after Easter in the Gospel of John is the story of Doubting Thomas in the final verses of the book.  Good time to talk about faith, belief and trust.  It will take some re-writing before it is done, but at least the framework is now there.  I am hoping that I can leave Broadus that day and head east to Sioux Falls to visit Myron and Marilyn and then on east to visit others.  The way home I will swing north and say "hi" to Samantha and Alex in St. Paul.  Samantha recently got a new job with Twin Cities Public Television.   So happy for her.
                   The days march into March.  I will turn 70 on the 11th.  Wow!  I remember an old PEANUTS strip when Charlie Brown tells Linus his father turned "30".  Linus responds, "Do people really live that long?"  Good response to the way I feel some days.
​                God is good all the time.