At 7:30 "sunrise" yesterday I opened the blinds, and let a little grey gloom in. The Northwest is buried under miles of rain clouds right now. One of the joys of flying out of Seattle this time of year (alas, I am not) is climbing out of Seatac for 15 minutes through impenetrable grey, then bursting out into blue sky and golden sun and pointing that plane south. Ahhh...Old Johann Wofgang Von Goethe can be pretty heavy going, but here's a beautiful, simple poem he wrote about the sun:
Something Like the Sun
The eye must be something like the sun,
Otherwise no sunlight could be seen;
God's own power must be inside us,
How else could Godly things delight us?
Johann Von Goethe, 1749-1832
It looks like a much nicer day ahead today. And here's a sunny little face that can brighten even the darkest November morning:
Amanda, Tom and Nova are here for the weekend, and we had a delicious and lively dinner at Grandma Irene and Grandpa Dave's house yesterday. Here's Nova with her cousins:
Another family turkey dinner planned for Saturday at Grandma Sue and Grandpa John's house. Get out the wash tub, more potato dressing. Hope you're having a nice sleep in this morning, and not in line in front of the Best Buy!
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