It’s hot here.
Yes, folks, it’s hotter than Florida. Doesn’t rain that much
either. Just day after day of brutal sunshine from 5:00 in the morning until
9:30 at night.
Bob’s working this Saturday so to pass the time, I decide to
walk up to the lake. School starts in about a month and hopefully I will start
working again. All my paperwork is in to be a substitute teacher. But until
then, I have some time on my hands.
The Barenloch, which
once resembled a cold, Celtic lake on some long-forgotten mountain now looks
more like Daytona Beach. Mobs of people flocking down to the green, slimy
water’s edge in their too-much-revealing bathing suits. And most of these people are over fifty.
There is still a slight breeze blowing there which makes it
bearable among the leafy branches. I
could go in the water, but I’m used to Florida where we never swam in a lake
for fear of being eaten by a gator for lunch. Maybe I will someday. But it’s
way too crowded today.
To stay in the shade, I decided to walk the long way up a
mountain trail instead of right around the lake. There I saw a boy walking his
dog. He was about 10 years old. I tried to give him a tract because I thought
the Lord wanted me to. He said “neine” and refused it. He went one way and I
the other. Of course, I got a couple of dirty looks like “Who is this religious
fanatic?” from some of the half-naked adults walking around so I moved quickly
on.
As I made my way back
to the road adoring the flowers, watching huge bumble bees, and smelling the
pretty gardens, I noticed that the boy was there with his dog again up ahead of
me. I followed him since that was the way home anyway. I zipped past the
Catholic Church with its organ blasting the whole neighborhood with music that
the Hunchback would have been proud of. Then,
I heard its noon bells ringing up a storm. I stopped and watched him check his
mailbox and go into a door. So I left the German tract there in the mailbox;
the one he refused earlier.
Like the old saying goes: it is better to light a candle than
to curse the darkness.
And then I fled home to the shelter of our apartment and
aimed two fans on me and lowered the rolladens even more. A hot day in paradise
I guess.
But now I can’t wait for some cool air to return.
However, the next day it rained and got cooler; an answer to prayer. Then
God sent a rainbow. Yeah!
