January 20th, 2011



January 2009 January 2009

Make sure you take time to go out and frolic in all that global warming! If it's too cold for you, ask Al Gore to share some of his hot air with you!

Ready or not, here we come

There are strange things done in the name of fun

   By the men who cook for boys;

To do the job and feed the mob

     Is not most folks’ source of joys.

 Demanding food, they’re in no mood

     For the usual fare, you see:

So that cold Rendezvous the best I knew

     Was required at Camp Maumee.

I spent all morning finalizing my food order from the distributor, then phoning it in.  Then I went shopping for MORE food.  Now, I've got to go gather up the bits of stuff lying about our kitchen or the church's that I'm glomming onto.  I've spent around $2800 and haven't fed a single Scout yet.  I hope people brave the snow and we have a great weekend!  I know there'll sure be enough food.

Remember, Burns Nicht is Jan. 25!

Winter: A Dirge

THE WINTRY west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.

“The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,”
The joyless winter day
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!

Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here firm I rest; they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want—O do Thou grant
This one request of mine!—
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.

-- Robert Burns