snowy days and mondays

It’s snowing. Nothing new for Chicago, but it’s snowing. After a really warm and rainy weekend (highs in the 40s, y’all!), it’s back to being cold and snowy. It won’t stick. But damn it’s cold. I left for work without checking the forecast and returned home. I left for work in my leather jacket that I wear in GA and returned home to get mittens and the walking-sofa-of-coat that is my winter down coat. It’s cold. And snowing. And for some reason, I’m having a cranky pants day. Nothing in particular. I’m just having a bad day. A day full of emails and office work. A day without interfacing with people. A bit lonely in this big, cold building. Thankfully my brand new Presto Heat Dish is keeping me warm.

So anyway…I head out to the Wal-greens, which is just across the street for some much needed Diet Coke and Resse’s therapy. And y’all, it’s cold. And so I make my way up and down the aisles of the store, debating between sales and calories, calculating the money in my account until payday, grateful for the bright florescent lights of distraction that are the world of retail. The check out guy was really friendly. We talked about the differences in Arctic Mint flavored gum and Mango flavored gum (settled on the Arctic Mint). And I zipped up my coat because as I may have mentioned, it’s damn cold out.

As I breezed out of the false safe haven of the brilliant store lights into the snowy dark of the Chicago dusk, I saw him. An old man with crooked teeth and yellowing eyes, grey hair and a worn burgundy sweatshirt. He sits in the chair by the door, seeking, I suspect, a respite from the weather, waiting until he’s stayed too long, until the clerk or manager tells him it’s time to go. I don’t stare. I keep going. And on my way to the sidewalk, with my back to her, I hear the crazy lady who makes her home the parking lot of Wal-greens. She’s there most days, talking to whoever it is that she sees that the rest of us can’t. She’s yelling at him or her or it. And I don’t blame her. It’s cold and there’s not a lot of places where she can go. And then my mind drifts, as it has so often, these past days, weeks, to Haiti, where there is no bright florescent lit store with chocolate and H1N1 vaccines on demand. And I find myself feeling–what? Hopeless, fortunate, ashamed, helpless? Maybe a bit of each.

Yesterday, in a sermon, I was reminded that when we pray, we are never alone. That, for example, in those words of the Lord’s Prayer, when we say it or the rosary, we are never alone. Someone, somewhere joins in the praying of it. Likewise, when I lift my tiny prayer of “For the people of Haiti, Lord have mercy,” which I have been trying to pray on the hour since the quake, when I lift that little prayer, there is no telling how many other prayers and pray-ers (people who are praying) pray with me. I am not alone. You are not alone. We are not alone.

Y’all it’s cold here. And it’s broken in Haiti. And there’s a plane that went down filled with people who were brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and lovers and friends. The list goes on. For those of us who pray, let us pray without ceasing, let us pray together. Cause it’s cold outside. And none of us can make it alone.

cubs verses braves

mcdonald’s has it’s summer soda sale going. i know it’s sad that i get excited about this, but when it’s hot, it’s so great to drive through the mcdonald’s, whip out my $1.10 and get this gianormous diet coke. i mean really, is there anything on this planet that can not be made better by a diet coke? anyway…as i’m sitting in the drive thru i see the GA state flag waving outside of wrigley field. of course chicago and illinois flags are flying as well. i’ve known this day would come…the day the cubbies, my backyard team, faces off against the atlanta braves. i’m not a huge sports fan. i like to watch georgia swimming, especially the relays and the occasional georgia football game. but most of all, i love baseball. when i was in college, the braves were in the world series and won it a couple of times. my friends and i would watch it with great passion, go to the celebratory parades, even made up politically correct versions of the tomahawk chop (don’t ask). so i have a tremendous amount of love and loyalty to the atlanta braves. but….i live in cubs land. i live and work in wrigley land. and i love the stadium and the team and even the extra 10 minutes it takes to get home on game days, the fans surrounding my car as the cross from one side of the road to the other.

and so, dear reader, i am stuck. stuck in a land of having to pick my growing up home, my roots verses my new home and my new roots. will it be the cubbies or the braves? only time will tell.