Back at the lake

This morning I am writing this blog entry while sitting outside the coffee shop up at the lake. Elissa, the barista working this morning, brewed me a great mocha latte. Yesterday we experienced severe thunderstorms with torrential downpours. At the time, I was en route to the new Cabellas store in Scarborough leaving B and his cousin to weather the storm at the campsite. They did a great job securing the gear from the rain.

Today is change-over day so the little two-lane causeway in front of me is choked with traffic in both directions. Half the people are excited to start their vacation while the other half likely feel sad that their vacation is almost over.

Last week D and I attended a wake. Kneeling in front of the open casket, my mind raced as I anxiously questioned my belief system. I genuflected out of respect for the woman I knelt before and bowed my head as if in prayer. "Should I be concerned about my unwillingness to believe in a god that punishes people for their lack of spiritual faith" I asked myself. I barely knew the white haired woman lying before me clutching a rosary in her hands. "It is just a cold lifeless body" I thought to myself. "Why am I so anxious?" Perhaps looking death squarely in the face causes one to question his mortality and what, if anything, awaits him in the afterlife.