I should be at the craft sale right now, hawking all the quilts I have made recently, in the evenings and weekends and even some early mornings before I go to my day job. But instead, I have some “down time.” The thunderstorms started last night and have abated periodically, briefly, to tease us, before starting up again. Weather.com assures me that it will end in an hour. That was the forecast three hours ago, too.
Quilts can dry without damage if they get wet, but my friend Ruhama will be selling handmade cards, scrapbooks and other paper art, and those don’t do well in the rain. We are going to wait until the rain stops before we set up.
It’s a salutary lesson in the folly of thinking we are in control. God knew I needed a time of repose between the frantic preparation and the event. He does that sometimes. Into the relentlessness of daily life, with its mandatory appointments, He can toss a blizzard. Everything comes to a screeching halt. We can’t even open the door sometimes, because of the drifts, and even if we could shovel out the car, we can’t drive on the roads. We just hope the power stays on.
So too is this peaceful morning. The business will come.
At least it wasn’t a blizzard.