Heralding the Night

Western skies at dusk. (I should really invest in an actual camera)

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M. S.

Good Morning

As the title says, good morning!!! no, I haven't slept in.... I'm not sure actually. Maths aren't working at the moment. In fact, this lack of sleep is probably why I'm on the roof, see:

But enough of me. Hears the view: (yes, right now I can hear it. It's speaking to me.(and I might just be a little bit crazy(sleep deprivation!(enough parenthesis?(not quite(there this should be enough)))))

Not bad, huh? At least, I don't think so. But then, I'm a little high right now(sleep deprivation... Also, I'm on top of a second story roof. Punny, I know.)

Anyway, have a wonderful, blessed day, full of sunshine and baked awesome. And pirate-robot-ninjas-elves, if you're into that.

I'm gonna go have breakfast now, so slán.

M. S.

The Yummies

So, for dinner tonight, we had bef stroganov. Homemade. Delicious. Thank God for cattle (genus Bos).

But that's not the best part—not by half. No, I made blueberry clafoutis for desert.

(Is that confectioner's sugar on top, or did it snow? Answer: yes. Sweet-fake-snow is the best kind.)

This is the part where I would, and perhaps should, provide you with a recipe. However, I don't really remember my exact process (I rarely make deserts the same way twice, relying on copious amount of improv tempered only by experience.), so it would be a bit vague. Besides, there are already many delicious recipes out there from which one can get a basic idea. I am of course being lazy, but I trust all of you know how to use google. Or Bing. Whichever's your preference.

And for maximum fun, I suggest you pick the hardest and easiest looking recipes (or any three), make them both (all), and then  experiment as you please. That is my challenge. 

Have fun. And I wouldn't mind hearing about it.

Go mbeannai Dia duit,

M. S.

Wow... (spur of the moment music post)

Graceland, the new tv show with Aaron Tveit (I hope I'm spelling that correctly) and some other people, used a Radical Face song (I'm 98.932% sure it was Radical Face. (Of course that's a real figure, why would you ask?) )

I'm happy now...

Oh, here's a vid of his for people who don't know him:

He's cool, one of my new favorites, and yeah, I think that's pretty much all I wanted to say. Have a nice knight yawl (in joke, don't ask. It involves ships, and that's all I'm going to say.).

Go mbeannaí Dia duit,
M. S.

From the Storm (and after)

Powers out, and the internet with it(i'm writing this with the precious little battery i have left inmy iPod.)so I don't know when this'll go up... But, power will probably be back on when it does...

So, if you've read much of this blog, then you probably already know about my atypical feelings towards storms. After a powerful storm, like this one which tore down trees (mostly leaving them strewn across streets) and leaving us without power, I get to thinking about things (Dangerous, I know.), about why I feel the way I do...

Even when I'm out being a wild maniac, or when I'm helping neighbors clear away wreckage from the streets during a calm, I still feel warm. Safe. Protected. Perhaps this is because I've never suffered injury, or perhaps it's because no one I know personally has been hurt, or perhaps it's because i'm young and foolish; but I think it's more than all those, true though they may be.

Storms, in all their fury and power, remind me of God's power, remind me that He is looking out for me, even when I don't realize. It makes me think about how truly blessed I really am. And it gives me energy.

Sometimes though, I stop, I remember others who may or may not be suffering in the storm, who might be in danger, who are out of my reach. For a moment, I forget God, so lost to worry and helplessness am I.

And that is a terrible place to be. Every sound of thunder, every clash between ground and sky, becomes something to fear--not for myself (never for myself), but for others, even and especially for those I don't know as well as I should. Every siren crying in the distance becomes a lucid nightmare, and I feel guilty about the joy of moments before. When that happened, it is hard to trust. Control goes out the window.

Yet even then, God did not abandon me. Somehow I became able to think rationally again, to pray. And after a moment's prayer I gained the strength to once more leave my fears and worries in his hands. And that is a good place to be, one I never want to leave.

Wherever you are, and whoever you are, I pray that you stay safe against whatever chaos or uncertainty you might be facing; and I pray that you, too, might know the comfort and joy that I'm feeling now.

Go mbeannaí Dia duit,

M. S.

Update: Yes, it's roughly ten o'clock the night after the storm, and power is back. Yippee skippee! Alleluia! And everyone who still has no power, hold in there. I'm praying for you, and the women and men of the power company are surely working their hardest.

P.S. Please excuse all the tense shifting and clunky prose. It's not my best work, but I don't think I'm going to edit this post. Just cause. Also, I'm very thankful I live in a neighborhood where people go out and help each other the same night the storm came through. I talked to people I don't think I've ever talked to before, it was very cool. So I'm very thankful. I'm just thankful for everything right now.

Whooppee! skibberoo! Life is good! (Darkness really is only for light to shine in.)

And now I'm just drawling on. Sorry. Goodnight all. :)  ... ... ... (I just used an emoticon? Ah, must be the caffeine kicking in... Caffeine, another thing I'm thankful for...

Seriously, goodnight. I mean it this time. I think. Night night!

Mickel out.