gone the sun,
From the hills,
from the lake,
From the skies.
All is well,
God is nigh.
Thanks and praise,
For our days,
'Neath the sun,
Neath the stars,
'Neath the sky,
As we go,
This we know,
God is nigh.
Today we said our final goodbye to Gramps. I would post more, but I am so tired.
"But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD,
whose confidence is in him.
He will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit."
- Lin Yutang
*It's cold. Colder than it has ever been here in November in the fourteen years I have lived here. I love it.
*Today Craig came in wearing his jacket and Olivia asked why he was wearing a costume. And then when I laughed it made her cry!!
*Being upset with someone over the choices they made/ are making only affects me, not them.
*There are so many things I will never understand, and I just have to keep giving them to God.
*Why has my nose been fairly unstopped all day and now that it's bedtime, it is stopped again?
*And why is there no nighttime alka-seltzer cold medicine in the house?
*There is a pair of walking sticks that have been procreating on the back porch for four days. Today Bailey said, "That is one long piggy back ride!" Indeed.
*Hanging clothes on the line is soothing to me. I don't know why.
*I have my Thanksgiving menu all made out and not one item on it in the house (wait, no, I have rice)
*Tomorrow is library day.
*Tonight in Disciple we pondered the reasons why Ezekial's Temple vision/ prophecy (in ch 40-48) still include an alter and sacrifices...since the prophecy has not yet been fulfilled it stands to reason that there will be sacrifices to God in the future. Interesting.
*We came to no conclusions, but it was a great ponderance.
*It's awesome to have people to discuss these things with without having to argue or come to conclusions but just to look at things from a lot of angles.
* I finished a book yesterday and have not yet picked up another one.
*None of them FEEL right.
*I hate when that happens.
*I am planning what will hopefully be a cool home school plan for December.
*I might need to find some cough medicine.
*My heart hurts for a lot of people tonight.
*Investing in people is painful business. Loving them is even worse.
*Great, now I am singing the 80's song "Love Hurts"
*That's just wrong.
Outside my window... the night is delightfully cool and enjoyable. We have the windows down to a small crack for fresh air, but to have them open would be too cold. I love this weather
I am thinking... I might be fooling myself thinking that I can finish this blog coherently. Sleep is coming on me fast! Darn Cold!
I am thankful for... time to rest and let my body heal. My busy weekend paid off, and resting a bit isn't causing chaos, only promoting healing
From the learning rooms...planning our December studies; Chrismons, Israel, Hymn and Advent
From the kitchen... tea, lots and lots of hot tea
I am wearing... jammie pants, long sleeve T-shirt, sock, bathrobe, covers. Chilly much? I don't think I have a fever though
I am creating...snot. I want to crochet hand warmers, but my drippy nose won't let me
I am going...to sleep soooo sooooon
I am reading... I just finished "The Cruelest Month" (an Armand Gamache mystery) and I haven't decided what's next. Several things on my dresser but none quite make the cozy feel I need tonight.
I am hoping... that I feel more like normal tomorrow, that God will heal our hearts as Gramps passes from this life, that L-bug doesn't mind her new glasses
I am hearing...my children playing on the computer. They have been SO LOUD all day. It hasn't been a good combo: my sick self dragging about as best I can, their yelling, running, bounding, sliding, crawling, wrestling, squealing, gigglings, door slamming selves
Around the house... freshly painted bedrooms and unorganized closets
One of my favorite things... breathing
A few plans for the rest of the week: Well honestly with Gramps, things are up in the air. But what we planned is Weds at the park, Disciple classes, youth group, family walk, library and maybe a movie night. All plans subject to change
Here is picture thought I am sharing... This is my friend Molly. That is her 18 mo old Christian in her lap. He is Vietnamese and they are shown here in a plane going back to Vietnam to pick p his baby sister, her sixth child. I almost feel as though I am birthing this baby with her, having been part of the adoption process (and one of her references) from the beginning. Tomorrow is the adoption ceremony for baby Sophie!
Do Not Worry
25 "Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? 26Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
27Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?
28"So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; 29and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
31"Therefore do not worry, saying, "What shall we eat?' or "What shall we drink?' or "What shall we wear?' 32For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
- Finish LR baseboards - FINISHED - three blinking coats later. There was some other touch-up that needed doing around the room and I took care of that as well. The living room is completely clean and reassembled.
- Laundry continuing to cycle- LAST LOAD ON THE LINE -now to fold and put away
- 20 min cleaning DR - not done
- Deep clean kitchen - IN PROGRESS -it's taking a long time. I'm about 2/3 finished now. Maybe a bit more. The over cleaning will wait for a cooler day, probably the fridge cleaning as well.
- wash windows inside - DONE I also vacuumed the fans that sit in/ in front of the windows and washed outside all the windows in the back of the house. Finding and killing a black widow spider in the process.
- quick trip to store for outside window wash - DELETED. I just mixed Borax with water and used a rag.
- wash the dog - making the girl do this after lunch
- wash L's sheets and pillowcases - DONE and they are dry. Comforter on the line. Need to help her make the bed back
- 20 minutes cleaning in FR
In the case of Out Stealing Horses, third time really is the charm. I have checked out and returned unread this novel two other times over the past year, and it wasn't until this week that time and tide and the phase of the moon aligned to make it the right time to read this book (other peckish bibliophiles understand what I mean when I say this, sometimes a book just has to feel right). I'm not sure what I expected when I started this book, and whatever it was it isn't what I got, not that that is a bad thing. Out Stealing Horses is the lyrically sparse and amazingly crafted coming to terms of seventy year old Trond, after a period of self-imposed exile and solitude following the loss of his wife and sister in a very short period of time. Petterson deftly weaves past and present in a series of memories and flashbacks brought on by the discovery that his neighbor is actually someone from his past, specifically from the summer he was fifteen that would forever change him. Honestly, many times, this is where a book like this loses me, however Trond is made of sterner stuff than many other protagonists I have come across. For where he is flawed and scarred and even broken, underneath lies a heart that still connects with his family, his new friend and the life which he now leads. In coming to terms with the most difficult moments of his life, he chose "when it would hurt" and in choosing, becomes a man of whom I can say, it was an honor to spend an afternoon. Recommended.
In this quiet but compelling novel, Trond Sander, a widower nearing seventy, moves to a bare house in remote eastern Norway, seeking the life of quiet contemplation that he has always longed for. A chance encounter with a neighbor—the brother, as it happens, of his childhood friend Jon—causes him to ruminate on the summer of 1948, the last he spent with his adored father, who abandoned the family soon afterward. Trond’s recollections center on a single afternoon, when he and Jon set out to take some horses from a nearby farm; what began as an exhilarating adventure ended abruptly and traumatically in an act of unexpected cruelty. Petterson’s spare and deliberate prose has astonishing force, and the narrative gains further power from the artful interplay of Trond’s childhood and adult perspectives. Loss is conveyed with all the intensity of a boy’s perception, but acquires new resonance in the brooding consciousness of the older man.
TEASER TUESDAYS asks you to:
"She sank to her knees and bent over him and laid his head in her lap, but she did not say anything, only shook her head as if he had been a naughty boy for the seven hundred and fiftieth time and she was about to surrender. At least, that's what it looked like from where I stood."
Out Stealing Horses by Per Petterson pg 89
The Crunchy Chicken Blog is hosting the 2nd annual "Freeze yer Buns" challenge which is encouraging everyone to turn down their thermostats and live a more environmentally (and fiscally) responsibly this winter. Living in Fl, it may seem silly to bother joining this challenge, but we do run our heat occasionally in the winter; we have already run it this year, and the forcast shows days in the near future that we would probably run it again. So instead we are pulling out the extra blankets and turning the thermostat off!
I am thankful for...my new-to-me couch that keeps me warm and cozy. My friend the Geejster (Gigi) who forced me into a co-op and into a homeschooling community that is very very good for me.
From the learning rooms...We spent the day at the Pioneer Art Settlement learning and seeing and doing and experiencing. This week we will finish up our spelling levels for the year. We are studying Pilgrims and early American colonies. This will lead us into next year when we try to cover the highlights of American History until June. Also I won $50 worth of free products from Mammoth Math
From the kitchen... Ahh, still nothing new. I am not doing a good job with my plan to use new recipes. This week. Must do it this week.
I am wearing...jammies. I want to live in the jammies. Oh my jammies.
I am creating... too many lists and not enough time. And new blogging friendships. I forgot how fun those are.
I am going... to Seaworld on Thursday!
I am reading...Oyster Catchers, but I am not loving it. And it truly is me and not the book, which is well written. It's just not hitting it for me right now. Also Ezekial, Joshua and Judges.
I am hoping...to find my balance this week. To mesh the have-to's with the want-to's and not lose my temper in the interim.
I am hearing... Hunky Hubby typing beside me. I love that man
Around the house... touch up paint and bedroom painting. Day to day chores and making ready for Dan the bug man.
One of my favorite things... cathing up with bloggy friends at the end of the day.
A few plans for the rest of the week: Sea World, painting, more blankets on beds, clean sheets
Here is picture thought I am sharing..
When sadistic socialite CC de Poitiers is fatally electrocuted at a Christmas curling competition in the tiny Québecois village of Three Pines, only the arcane method of the murder is a surprise in Penny's artful but overwritten sophomore effort (after her highly praised 2006 debut, Still Life). CC had cobbled together a spiritual guidance business based on eliminating emotion, but the feelings she inspired in others were anything but serene. Everyone around the cartoonish victim—from a daughter cowed by lifelong abuse to the local spiritual teacher whose business she threatens to ruin—has a motive, and the crime also links to a vagrant's recent murder as well as to the pasts of several beloved village residents. The calm but quirky Chief Insp. Armand Gamache, who arrives in Three Pines from Montreal to head the investigation, is appealing as the series' focus. Though Penny gorgeously evokes the smalltown Christmas mood, the novel is oddly steeped in holiday atmosphere for a May release, and the plot's dependence on lengthy backstory slows the momentum. (May)
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
- All the raking is done, until more leaves fall, which they are doing right NOW and I need to rake again.
- Front flower bed is weeded and mulched. It looks so happy and cheerful. Now it needs a few mums.
- mowed and mulched leaves
- spent some time cleaning and organizing every room in the house
- read a book
- had some awesome family time and even awesom-er hubby time
- Educated, educated, educated
- Continued my Disciple studies
- Kept up with Nablopomo. So far I have not missed a day on this blog, and have missed only one day at Think Pink Reads
- I want to do a little more simplifying and purging. I'd like to deep clean the kitchen in preparation for Thanksgiving.
- I want to nail down the menu for that day and look ahead to some grocery purchases.
- I have GOT to do something with the homeschool books and binders and the bookcase in the dining room. It simply can't continue or I may have to hurt something.
- Deep clean and organize L's room in preparation for painting.
- Have the house Dan the Bug Man ready since he' ll hit us one day this week.
- EXERCISE! Cheri and I are challenging each other on this one.
There are several things I have been putting off doing and will tackle them not only this month, but before Thanksgiving:
- wash windows inside and out
- paint baseboards in DR
- paint baseboards in LR
- paint baseboards in B & O's room (are you sensing a trend?)
- paint L's room
- clean out my closet and dresser (this last one is iffy for this month)
Serial Reader: Once you discover a favorite writer you tend to stick with him/her through thick and thin.
Eclectic Reader: You read for entertainment but also to expand your mind. You're open to new ideas and new writers, and are not wedded to a particular genre or limited range of authors.
I walked by this book for a month before I picked it up. I have tried books written by and about India before (Inheritance of Loss and The God of Small Things) and not been able to connect with them or understand the underlying emotions and motivations well. Perhaps that is my own shortcoming, in expecting a book to bridge cultural differences and be something that I could relate with my own experience. I don't know, but I won't say it hasn't bothered me at times as some form of literary feebleness related somehow to my intrinsic American attitude. However, knowing that the third time's the charm and being unable to resist knowing more about the sliver of the beautiful woman hiding behind the door, I brought this book home. What an absolute delight I had in store for me. Thrity Umrigar has woven universal elements: loss, grief, acceptance, belonging, family, uncertainty, isolation and community, and brought them to the place where cultures retain their identity and are bridged by their commonalities. I was enchanted at the slices of life in Bombay that were revealed throughout the story. I was educated in the cultures of Indian and Parsi peoples. I invested in Tehmina and Sorab and Rustom beyond their ethnicity as individual characters with whom I shared a common tie. I sympathized with the cultural clashes and was encouraged by their solutions. This was a great book, realistically depicting the difficulties in melding individuals within a family and within a culture and compassionately revealing the wonderful humanity of us all. Highly Recommend.
At the opening of Umrigar's poignant new novel (after The Space between Us, 2006), Tehmina, a middle-aged widow from India, is visiting her 38-year-old son, Sorab, his American wife, and son at their home in Ohio. (Sorab left his native India for graduate school in the U.S. and has lived there ever since.) Heartbroken by the death of her beloved husband, Tehmina is hardly in a position to face the life-altering choice before her: to settle in with Sorab in the safe, antiseptic Midwest or to live out her days in earthy, chaotic Bombay. Tehmina must make up her mind soon: her tourist visa is about to expire, and the lack of privacy in their home is putting stress on her son and daughter-in-law. Meanwhile, Tehmina's quiet, private life becomes very public when she rescues two neighborhood children from domestic abuse. Umrigar renders a sublime, cross-cultural tale about lives driven by tradition and transformed by love. Block, Allison
The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.
Fall poem by John Muir
Florida is actually having somewhat of a fall this year, and it is delightful. Granted it isn't fall as some would recognize it, but fall enough for flannel sheets already, and sweatshirts and long sleeves all day and hot chocolate in the morning.
Having lived here now for many years, I've grown accustomed to Thanksgiving in shirt sleeves, sometimes even with the air conditioner, but every year my heart wants to see the leaves change and the shadows lengthen, to see the first glittering traces of frost on the grass and the crisp smell of fire places in the air. To wear gloves and jackets and hats and flannel lined blue jeans. To see my breath plume out before me like a harbinger of warmth and life. To sit under a blanket while the day darkens and the branches rattle as the wind blows harshly just outside.
I remember autumn and the turn of the seasons. That the dying of one season simply means that new life lies waiting down deep for just the right moment to emerge translucent spring green in the sun.
I remember and home feels a little less like home this year, like maybe I'm just resting here for a time until it's time to move to another place brimming with new life, new hope and new promise.
But first I'll take what has been given and embrace it as it falls away into winter. Enjoying the rustle of leaves under foot, even if they fall without color. Enjoying the cool of the day, even if the gloves are still on the closet shelf. Enjoying the brisk walk in the watery sun even with no plume of breath before me.
I remember Autumn.
Teaser Tuesday is hosted by Should be Reading:
*Grab your current read.
*Let the book fall open to a random page.
*Share with us two (2) “teaser” sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12.
You also need to share the title of the book that you’re getting your “teaser” from … that way people can have some great book recommendations if they like the teaser you’ve given!
Please avoid spoilers!
" It had seemed so clear to him on the days after his father had died. He stayed in Bombay for six weeks (thank God good old Malcolm was still at the company then; Grace would have demanded that he return superditiously fast immediately after the funeral), meeting with lawyers and accountants, taking care of all his father's papers. Mamma was like a zombie during those days, taking her orders from him, deferring to him on every major financial decision, walking around in a haze of shock and grief."
-- If Today be Sweet by Thrity Umrigar pg 178
Printable monthly Habit List
You can click the link to see what it looks like. Essentially it's a monthly tracker to help me be accountable for forming habits. It's also comforting to find out that I am not the only person so OCD that they don't like putting items that ought to be habitual on a daily to-do list. I'm excited about using this tool to help me build better habits and more discipline into my life.
You also realize that it's only eight weeks until Christmas, right? This both concerns and excites me. Sadly, Hunky Hubby (who was not sick last night. I don't care what rumors you heard) hammered out the Nov/ Dec calendars, and it's a wee bit skeery. Not to mention gifts to buy and make and mail and ship. We have determined that it will be a simpler Christmas and have told the girls as much. Part of their gift has already been purchased in the form of another year of season passes to Sea World. It's a chunk of money to hand out all at once, but the passes this year have paid for themselves ten times over not only monetarily, but in enjoyment, time spent together, learning...the list goes on and on. I invested $2 in a Christmas planner of sorts today from My Simpler Life. I have enjoyed her declutter calender and her weekly simplicity tips. For $2 I felt I couldn't go wrong. Here's hoping. I really want to have a laid back holiday season this year.
Committing to blogging a bit every day has made my brain work in new ways, or ways so unused they have become unfamiliar to me. It is good to consider what I want to record for rememberance from day to day, and also interesting to consider how it sometimes causes me to choose to alter things for the better rather than enduring them as is. After all, if it's going to be recorded for posterity, who wants to read about the suck day after day after day. I wouldn't want to. I find myself tweaking my attitude and my approach to those around me so that I may be honest in saying "It's been a good day" when I come here to record events. You may not also know that I am also trying NaBloPoMo over at my Think Pink Reads which is another habit I have been wanting to form for, oh, years now. If only there were a NaExMoMo (that's National Exercise More Month if you are wondering) where I could blog and exercise at the same time. I guess we can't have it all.
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
You're Anne of Green Gables!
by L.M. Montgomery
Bright, chipper, vivid, but with the emotional fortitude of cottage
cheese, you make quite an impression on everyone you meet. You're impulsive, rash,
honest, and probably don't have a great relationship with your parents. People hurt
your feelings constantly, but your brazen honestly doesn't exactly treat others with
kid gloves. Ultimately, though, you win the hearts and minds of everyone that matters.
You spell your name with an E and you want everyone to know about it.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
There are amazing things just below the surface: