I'll weave in the ends later today, but I'll need to wait until I can gain access to a canine-free spot big enough to block it. I'd planned on using one of my cousin's spare rooms, but she's got a house full of evacuees right now. I felt almost a bit of sadness as I bound off the last stitch and cut the yarn. This shawl has been a part of my life for so long, now that I'm floundering just a bit without having it to work on. Not to worry, though. I'll find something. Maybe those socks that have been plaguing my existence for the last few weeks...
In case you haven't seen it, this one's been making the rounds the last couple of weeks.
I thought it was funny when I first saw it, but now, not so much. It just seems kind of silly. I guess I've got more important things on my mind right now.
The storm inches ever closer. People have already begun evacuating. Several churches in the area have opened shelters, including ours. If the storm continues on its projected path, we won't get too much of it here. However, it appears to be headed in the direction of my hometown in Texas.
It has weakened a bit, but the weather wise say that once it hits that warm waters of the Gulf, it could strengthen again. Even so, it is still a dangerous storm and not one to be trifled with. People seemed to have learned the lesson of Katrina. They're not taking this one lightly.
In church this morning, a young man sang an absolutely beautiful song. I don't know if he planned it this way, but it turned to be incredibly appropriate for these times. The last line is especially moving:
The anchor holds in spite of the storm.
Indeed, it does.