Tippity Tap Grandma Lady

Hello Grandma Lady. I watch you in the mirror as you tap, tap, tipity, tap away. I am not a creeper, you are just there in my eyes view. And you are ADORABLE. Perhaps I think this is just because you are over the age or 70 and have grey hair and are hunched a little. Those characteristics alone make me just LOVE you!

As I sit here on my little “mini” notebook, and write this blog. You tipity, tap away and are much more tech savvy than I. You may not have ever learned to use a type writer, but you sure know your way around that ipad. I am proud of you Grandma Lady, for keeping up with the times, for passing me up. I still get confused with those touch screens. I know when I am your age, I will have given up long before, and will have resorted back in time to the old fashioned crocheting on my front porch. But then again, maybe that is not a step back… it is what I do now. And maybe you are not typing at all… but playing a crochet game on that ipad? I shall not know… because I am not that much of a creeper to find out.

Well Grandma Lady, you get the impressive award of the day. Keep tapping along.

Diamond Stars.

In Portland, you can’t really see the stars. We makes jokes about “seeing THE STAR.” I mean, you can usually see the planets, and the airplanes landing a mile away. It is usually cloudy, and when it is not, I strain my eyes to the sky. But you can’t see stars.

Tonight as I briskly walked home from Multnomah, I looked up at the trees, the ones that are a season behind and still have leafs clinging despite the frozen stillness. And when looked up into the sky, I saw the stars. Like more than one. More than just the planets, and satellites and airplanes. I saw stars. They were crisp and clear and in clusters, I could almost make out where the Milky Way was. I know I couldn’t actually see that … but all my nights of star dazing when at camp in eastern Oregon, it helps me imagine the map of the sky and know where it would be, could I actually see it.

The stars were brilliant in the cold air. They twinkled, and twinkled. Those little stars. I guess that is where the song came from? What was cool, was that the ground mirrored the sky. You know those National Geographic pictures of lakes that mirror a sunset or a mountain? It was like that. But no lake. No mountain. The ground was frozen. And on the ground, there were shinning, and shimmering drops of glory.

I heard a girl say today, that it is like the Lord covers the ground nightly with dew drop diamonds on every last leaflet. Ahh… Yes, that was exactly it. We were one degree below freezing tonight. And those little ice crystals just seemed to jump right out of the sky and onto that grassy lawn.

And I was singing this song. And these lyrics. And it was wonderful.

“Sometimes You're further than the moon
Sometimes You're closer than my skin”

That’s my God for you. Displaying a Tiffany’s just for me to enjoy on my walk home. And tonight, though I saw the moon, he was closer than my skin.