On June 6th, Colorado Springs was hit with an intense hail storm. My garden took a beating, and though the invincible zucchini have flourished, nothing else has recovered much if at all. Folks near the Citadel Mall were pummeled most severely, as evidenced by the pic to the left. Fast forward a week later - I was riding my roadbike on the paved trail edging Palmer Park when I came to a section covered six inches deep with sand, rocks, branches, and other debris washed out from aforementioned hail storm. The incompetent rider that I am, of course I ate dirt (literally - I was spitting bits of sand all evening). Rode the rest of the way home scraped and bruised with a dislocated right shoulder. So after some careful internet research, ice pack on my shoulder, I felt confident that I could relocate it myself without having to bother the medical community. Apparently the pain was so intense I blacked out, and woke up on the floor in shock with the back of my head cracked open. Off to the ER in spite of my efforts, to get 10 staples (and a CT scan for the concussion and a shoulder X-ray which showed I had in fact gotten it back into proper position - thank you very much internet DIY guide). The next day my parents left town for my mom's class reunion in Nebraska, so I was fortunate and grateful that all that nonsense happened while they were still around. I was also incredibly thankful that even though I had assumed I'd be paying for the incident out of pocket, the billing department showed that I was covered by Medicaid. I've been listening a lot to an adorable singer/songwriter named Kate Klim and one song in particular was stuck in my head throughout my initial recovery (especially day 4 when I added "bladder infection" to my list of misfortunes): Even When It's Bad Kate Klim ©2010 This d[arn] car, this dark road I’m so happy that I have you here to drive me home It seems so far, there’s still so far to go Still so far to go It’s a crooked path, in a winding wood Sometimes life don’t go where you think it should But it’s a lucky man who has understood That even when it’s bad, even when it’s bad life is good This bad luck, my bad day Oh they take the fall when there is nothing else to blame We overcome what we can’t change We make our way, we make our way Along this crooked path, in a winding wood Sometimes life don’t go where you think it should But it’s a lucky man who has understood That even when it’s bad, even when it’s bad life is good So lucky me… lucky me… lucky me It’s a crooked path, in a winding wood Sometimes life don’t go where you think it should But it’s a lucky man who has understood That even when it’s bad, even when it’s bad life is good And now, the fire. Technically fires, since they're burning all over the state. But Waldo Canyon in particular is personally threatening, moving through the neighborhoods of friends and being, as CS Fire Chief Rich Brown said yesterday, "a firestorm of epic proportions."
Our home church is studying the book of Isaiah. I watch a continuous refrain burn the mountainside: "His Hand is stretched out still."
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