Even in this pre-dawn darkness, there is a foreboding of high humidity suggesting that the day’s heat index will right easily hit the one-eleven mark predicted. Our guests seem to be sleeping in the contrived comfort of air conditioning, that convention of earlier century technology that has spoiled millions and saved thousands of lives. And has given more than a few of us a better night’s sleep.
Mine apparently is an exception due to too much material for thinking about: my sister and her husband stopping by on their way from Milwaukee to Abilene (Texas, not Kansas), work to be done on the new place, work to be done on the current place, work to be done on the rental place, work to be done at the work place… you get the picture.
Lord willing, Patsy and Lorin will safely conclude their cross country task of moving my niece up to begin law school at Marquette. By nightfall, they will at least be close to making their way back home in Texas. Hopefully, the utility companies will have marked any service lines that could be disturbed by digging postholes for the horse fence. Maybe I’ll remember to pick up the tools needed for cleaning up the grass trimmings back here after having helped out with the day’s registration duties over at the college. I might have time to give another brother-in-law a call about doing some work over on Penn Street.
Elsewhere, a few billion other souls will deal with their dailies; thousands will face the aftermath of disaster while others experience some fresh tragedy. Some will embrace greetings and leavings with too little space in between. There will be the joys and aches and all the mundane things of existence in this place.
We will all, in whatever ways and with whatever responses, further experience the gleanings and meanings of this life we are given. Some carried in the soft breathing of loved ones’ sleeping and others in the prayers of early hours.
All of it held in the hands of him who upholds all things by the word of his power.