Today we had the February Trifecta: The Feast of the Presentation of Christ in the Temple, Groundhog Day, and the Superbowl all pulled up together in a shared taxi.
First, Groundhog Day was a failure. Phil saw his shadow, pronounced doom upon us all, and went back underground. We pretty much knew that spring is a long way away, even before the rodent spoke his piece.
The Superbowl was supposed to be a classic: #1 Offense versus #1 Defense. Good defense stopped good offense, and there was no vise versa. The Seahawks creamed the Broncos. The game was so one-sided that the only entertainment was the commercials. Dreadful game.
The third part of the trifecta was a success - the Feast was wonderful, and our latest baby was baptized. The prayer of St. Symeon resonated in me today:
Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace, according to Thy word, for mine eyes have seen Thy salvation, a light to lighten the Gentiles and the glory of thy people, Israel.Both Symeon and Anna knew what it was like to wait to be called home. I'd love to have an icon of St. Anna hanging in my room.
Jen and Bob came and cleared out the driveway for me. bless them. I got through it with no trouble to get to church this morning - yesterday's rain had compacted it quite a bit. But we have another snow storm due on Tuesday, so it's good to have the driveway cleared down to pavement. Meteorology may trump everything else this coming week, too. And just think how self-righteous we'll feel, wearing shorts and shirt sleeves when the temperature hits 40.
That's all that's happening today. I suppose it's enough - three of the four things February is known for, all happening on the same day. Now we just have to survive Valentine's Day and we'll be set for warmer weather. Preserve me from the Valentines Day television commercials! I suppose that is why God made Netflix.
Surviving February without you,