I know. I’m late. February 8, 2010
But things are happening too fast. Or too slow, depending on your point of view. I love Lake County geographically, and I love my Lake County friends, and I love my Lake County communities, but I am not especially enamored of Lake County Government right at this time. My entire life has been taken over by the County’s brilliant plan NOT to renew the lease on the building that houses the East Lake County Library. The waters get muddied because the Chamber is the landlord…we own the Library building and we depend on revenue from the lease to operate. So if we can’t come to some sort of deal, wow…my work life will change drastically. AND Sorrento will get the short end of the stick again.
So the County Commission meets tomorrow (to make a very long story sort of a little shorter)in a workshop session, and NO PUBLIC INPUT will be accepted until after the meeting. I wrote what I think was a pretty good letter. There have been many others. We have petitions. But I’m afraid it’s a done deal. It has nothing to do with finances, no matter what the County says, because financially it makes no sense to close this particular library. And in the larger scheme of things, the County shouldn’t be closing libraries.
But I’m going to write all that later. So goodnight.
Dear blog, February 4, 2010
I know I owe my friends a long bitter and sarcastic post, but I’m going to bed now.
Love,
The Wordstress
I shall not be burned. February 4, 2010
In spite of the raging chaos on the other side of the gate at the end of my driveway, I woke up with a clear sense of how blessed I am.
The world’s best husband was snoozing beside me after spending a late night helping me figure out a problem and beside him, what will surely become the world’s best dog was curled up on his bed that’s fit for a canine king.
Brushing my teeth, I heard Amy, our bathtub chicken, starting her day by pecking at her feeder. She’s making a good recovery, and much faster than I ever expected — a small miracle, but a miracle nonetheless.
When I left the comfort of my bedroom for the kitchen, my beautiful cats started their figure eights around my ankles. This will probably lead to a broken hip one of these days but by then the health care debate will be settled so we’ll cross that particular bridge when we get to it. And in my kitchen, stocked with more food than we could eat in a month, it didn’t take long to get the coffee started and the computer fired up. Down the hall, I know the world’s best daughter is sleeping soundly, safe and warm and dreaming of the love of her life.
Yes, the little nucleus I enjoy is a wonderful place, but it is nothing I’ve earned or created for myself. What it is is a miracle of grace. In spite of what this day may bring, for the moment, I know I am well and truly loved.
Here’s the promise I have about today: When I pass through the waters, God will be with me; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow me. When I walk through the fire, I shall not be burned, nor shall the flame scorch me. And with the day I have ahead of me, I’m sure I’ll be passing through more than my share of waters and walking through a whole heap o’ fires.
That promise is found in Isaiah 43:2, if you’re wondering, and it’s going to remind me all day long that I could not be in a better place on this earth than the one I’m in. Even on the other side of the gate at the end of my driveway.
Don’t get me wrong… February 3, 2010
Just because there’s a bitter sarcastic post coming doesn’t mean I’m unhappy. I’m actually VERY happy…I have not had a headache all year! Thought I was getting one this morning but I think the drama of the day saved me. Also, Flavors of Lake is getting ready to rise from the ashes of Lake County Radio. This will be WONDERFUL! No more disclaimers!!!
