Living along the bank of the Grand River on Abrigador Trail, we are now official river rats--meaning that we live in a floodplain. But the term means more than that since my initials spell rat--and the reflections are ones both in my mind and on the water.
It's been a snowy day. Went to church, heard a sermon that would rival anything Pope Francis could deliver. Our new pastor Peter Yonker preached on the radical nature of Mary's Magnificat, which some people often miss. The rich and powerful don't come off too well. The poor and oppressed are God's concern. After church we headed to the shop to shovel and we've been there ever since. It's snowed some 8 inches so far which is not so bad if you keep at it, and the weather is balmy compared to what it will be for the next few days. Here I am near the road. That's the worst place to shovel, especially right after the plows go through.