Thursday, December 04, 2003
I'm looking at the weather map, and see that the coastal storm that is crossing Delancey (street)(figuratively)(wonder what I'm talking about?)(what's with these parenthisized comments?) is heading our way, and the National Weather Service has issued a Winter Storm Watch. No, not the kind you wind up, but something that you stare out of the window and look at the sky for a long time, to see if you should issue a Winter Storm Warning. But seriously folks, any kind of Winter Storm advisory means that the potential for six or more inches of snow is in the forecast. Now that I've put up my inside Christmas decorations, I could deal with a little bit of snow. And the fact that I picked up a gallon and a quarter (really confused the guy at Hess when I asked for that!) of gas for the snowblower means I am ready!
And with the readiness, I have been playing non-stop Christmas music since Monday. Right now, its Dion singing "Please Come Home For Christmas," and you can hear what I am listening to soon, with this shameless plug for my internet radio station, the Hits of Yesterday, when it goes All Christmas, All The Time on December 14th. You will hear stuff you are not hearing on all the radio stations that went 24 by 7 Christmas music on Halloween. And, you won't hear repeats of anything for 33 or so hours, so every day you tune in you will probably hear something different. And, the music is not all Hits of Yesterday artists, I have a lot of classical, jazz and easy listening artists too, including some incredible Christian music. (The tune that gets me off my seat is Morris Chapman's "Go Tell It On The Mountain," yeah!)
I'm listening to the playlist through ITunes, the Windows version, and I like it very much. The interface is clean, the options for listening are pretty good (like volume leveling and cross fading,) and though I have not touched the Music Store yet, it is running all the time now at the Blog House.
Recent conversations with friends highlight the fact that in spite of all I do to bring up the holiday spirit, it is a tough time of year for me and likely my son. God is in control, and thinking about the sacrifice of His Son for all of us makes me think that my problems are small, sometimes. The loneliness that accompanies grief seems overwhelming sometimes. I'm taking out some of the notes that I've made at the singles conferences and praying over them, so my understanding might be deeper in them. And of course, the work situation is taking its toll, and I thank God for His provision every day.
So, I will look out the window and watch for the snow, and thinking about that first snowfall in 1980, when I walked with Joann, and we brushed the snow away from our eyes before we kissed. I can still feel the touch of snowflakes on my forehead and the gentle hand that brushed them away.
Au revoir,
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And with the readiness, I have been playing non-stop Christmas music since Monday. Right now, its Dion singing "Please Come Home For Christmas," and you can hear what I am listening to soon, with this shameless plug for my internet radio station, the Hits of Yesterday, when it goes All Christmas, All The Time on December 14th. You will hear stuff you are not hearing on all the radio stations that went 24 by 7 Christmas music on Halloween. And, you won't hear repeats of anything for 33 or so hours, so every day you tune in you will probably hear something different. And, the music is not all Hits of Yesterday artists, I have a lot of classical, jazz and easy listening artists too, including some incredible Christian music. (The tune that gets me off my seat is Morris Chapman's "Go Tell It On The Mountain," yeah!)
I'm listening to the playlist through ITunes, the Windows version, and I like it very much. The interface is clean, the options for listening are pretty good (like volume leveling and cross fading,) and though I have not touched the Music Store yet, it is running all the time now at the Blog House.
Recent conversations with friends highlight the fact that in spite of all I do to bring up the holiday spirit, it is a tough time of year for me and likely my son. God is in control, and thinking about the sacrifice of His Son for all of us makes me think that my problems are small, sometimes. The loneliness that accompanies grief seems overwhelming sometimes. I'm taking out some of the notes that I've made at the singles conferences and praying over them, so my understanding might be deeper in them. And of course, the work situation is taking its toll, and I thank God for His provision every day.
So, I will look out the window and watch for the snow, and thinking about that first snowfall in 1980, when I walked with Joann, and we brushed the snow away from our eyes before we kissed. I can still feel the touch of snowflakes on my forehead and the gentle hand that brushed them away.
Au revoir,
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