A Whole Lotta Nothing

I see that my blog is being read and enjoyed by, well, nobody. But the plus is, this "online" journal is keeping my personal history rocking even if I don't want to take pen to paper. Thanks to Glenn Burek's faithful tutelage, I can type much more quickly than I can write.

Tonight I'm working at the Family History Center. It's a volunteer gig, but I enjoy the time. Frequently no patrons will come in, which leaves me with lots of free time to do homework, email friends, read books...tonight it's blogging, with some organ practice and homework thrown in to help me feel more productive.

Helena and I have been to the beach a couple of times this week. The water finally warmed up enough that we could get in without being rushed to the hospital immediately afterwards for emergency re-warming. There was also a fantastic breeze today that kicked up some waves, thrilling almost everyone except Helena, who was a little freaked out. Didn't help that she was two hours overdue for a nap! I realized again how lucky we are to live in this beautiful little dot on the planet. The Discovery astronauts can probably look down and see Michigan - it's an obvious mitten shape - but they likely have no idea how gorgeous Muskegon is. Lake Michigan, as a body of water and a fun place to play, beats the ocean every time. Sand's better, water's better, and it doesn't smell weird. Unless you surf. I'll cede that point. And it has a wonderful power to refresh your spirit that is understood only by those who've really needed it, and found it, at Lake Michigan. Just think about the times you've had there - Sky, you know what I'm talking about! - when you've had a really spiritual experience that the rhythm of the waves and the peace of the breeze induce. It's lovely.

"Open your eyes, look up to the skies and SEE!"