You have to love Manitoban weather: it warms up today, just long enough to dump some snow and freezing rain on us before the mercury plunges again tomorrow. I think I have cabin fever. I feel restless. The U2 song I’m listening to right now might as well be called “Stuck in a Driveway You Can’t Get Out Of.”
My Truth Project group starts up on Monday. I am excited about that, and a little nervous, too. I’m especially happy that people from different churches have joined. It’s such a great video series – aptly named. If you’ve never heard of it, you can find the trailer on YouTube.
Ah, the long weekend. Thank you, Louis Riel. Although I’m glad to have a long weekend, I’ll admit that the phrase “February Long Weekend” doesn’t carry as much excitement as July’s does. Maybe it’s the snow swirling outside my window. To me, a long weekend should involve above-zero temperatures. Call me an idealist. But, I’ll certainly take any long weekend I can get. In today’s newspaper I read about some businesses selling long weekend t-shirts with “Keeping it Riel” printed on the front. I want one.
Speaking of wanting things, I’ve decided to give something up for Lent this year. I’m not going to buy any CDs. Stop laughing, it’s harder than it seems. I started a week into Lent, but I figure starting a week late is better than not starting. It’s giving me a chance to listen to some of my older CDs again. Silence by Blindside is still one of my favourites. I don’t think I will ever get sick of that album.
Did anyone catch the Foo Fighters’ performance at the Grammys last week? They had a big orchestra with them, and John Paul Jones from Led Zeppelin was the conductor. I thought Dave Grohl did a sub-par job on vocals, but it was still the only part of the show worth tuning in for. Also, you should all go out and see U2 3D in IMAX. It’s really cool – and probably the closest I will ever get to seeing them live. Bono is the man. I’ll leave you with some of my favourite U2 lyrics. Have a great long weekend.
Grace, she takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name
Grace, it’s the name for a girl
It’s also a thought that changed the world
And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness in everything
Grace, she’s got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She’s got the time to talk
She travels outside of karma
When she goes to work
You can hear her strings
Grace finds beauty in everything
Grace, she carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition
What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things
Grace makes beauty out of ugly things