The Sky is Falling!

"A strange day this has been, indeed," said Alice as the thunder and lightening and hail and rain and wind whipped and pelted the house. Alice sat on on top of the dining room table while I hid on the chair seat underneath. Alice sat on top of the bed while I hid underneath with the dustballs and furballs and toy mice we have chased into the corner there. It is very painful on the ears and sensitive feline nerves to have to put up with these storms. Thank God the keeper had gotten home, we had all been outside for a wee bit, and she didn't seem too alarmed. She went out and shot some photos. So, I guess it will all turn out okay. I am sure we will still have our dinner and catnip. Outside is covered with a white blanket of hail. The keeper just got photos of the beach...wild waves throwing things all over and silly people standing on the jetty as the waves rushed high over them.

The keeper commented that the thunder and lightning often seem to erupt after big funerals or deaths, and she was thinking about how many times this happened for people she knew--her mother, her father, many friends from the parishes. She has often said, "God weeps with us on these days."

And now, so many gunned down at Fort Hood, and a slain policeman in Seattle whose funeral shut down part of the city today. And all of those in Afghanistan and Iraq and in Sub-Saharan Africa who die for lack of a little medicine or some food. God weeps for our inability to get along, to share, to make peace.