Thursday, November 30, 2006

Thursday's soundtrack


James Galway's Christmas Carol

My choir singing children greatly appreciate the choral parts of this CD. I have always found flute to be relaxing, and our destinations today included stores....during Christmas season...so flute seemed like a dandy idea. I still came home and napped, but the tone in the car was cheerful and peaceful.


Autumn Light

The neighborhood t-shirt




The perfect t-shirt for visiting with these neighbors.

Available for purchase: Signals

Monday, November 27, 2006

Tree Day


Walking among giants


It was just us under the wide blue sky, walking between the towering pines and spruces, hearing the playful call of other sleuths suggesting the location of the perfect tree. We love Tree Day.


Cutting down Gram's tree


Short and fat for Gram's tree, as tall as we can find for ours, the search can take from ten minutes to an hour, depending mainly on the weather. This year, with just the right amount of snap in the air and barely a cloud in the sky, we stopped to collect greenery, pinecones, and to marvel at the scenery surrounding us.


Our giant


This year's choice for our house: 13 1/2 feet tall. A climbing son's dream. It had to be tied to the ceiling in order to be secured, but its majestic, living room filling presence is loved by all.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Glimpses of Grace

"In a very real sense not one of us is qualified, but it seems that God continually chooses the most unqualified to do his work, to bear his glory. If we are qualified, we tend to think that we have done the job ourselves. If we are forced to accept our evident lack of qualification, then there's no danger that we will confuse God's work with our own, or God's glory with our own."


Glimpses of Grace: Daily Thoughts and Reflections by Madeleine L'Engle

New book finds



Architects Make Zigzags: Looking at Architecture from A to Z

This is tucked away for a certain architecturally fascinated child in my life. The alphabet instruction includes columns, windows, facades, eaves, gables, iron work, and quoins (large or conspicuous stones set into the corners of outside walls.) The black and white illustrations are detailed and beautiful.



Shakespeare's Insults: Educating Your Wit

The perfect addition to the restroom bookshelves.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Standing by Words

I

n marriage as in poetry, the given word implies the acceptance of a form that is never entirely of one's own making. When understood seriously enough, a form is a way of accepting and of living with the limits of creaturely life. We live only one life, and die only one death. A marriage cannot include everybody, because the reach of responsibility is short. A poem cannot be about everything, for the reach of attention and insight is short.

There are two aspects to these forms. The first is the way of making or acting or doing, which is to some extent technical. That is to say that definitions - setting of limits - are involved. The names poetry and marriage are given only to certain things, not to anything or to everything. Poetry is made of words; it is expected to keep a certain fidelity to everyday speech and a certain fidelity to music; if it is unspeakable or unmusical, it is not poetry. Marriage is the mutual promise of a man and a woman to live together, to love and help each other, in mutual fidelity, until death. It is understood that these definitions cannot be altered to suit convenience or circumstance, any more than we can call a rabbit a squirrel because we preferred to see a squirrel. Poetry of the traditionally formed sort, for instance, does not propose that its difficulties should be solved by skipping or forcing a rhyme or by mutilating syntax or by writing prose. Marriage does not invite one to solve one's quarrel with one's wife by marrying a more compliant woman. Certain limits, in short, are prescribed - imposed before the beginning.


Standing by Words by Wendell Berry

Monday, November 13, 2006

Today's soundtrack


Ready my heart for the birth of Immanuel
Ready my heart for the King of Kings
Heap the straw of my life for His body to lie on
Light the candle of hope
Let the child come in

Ready My Heart from Feast of Seasons by Steve Bell

The holidays are coming? You're kidding!



The steel gray skies and falling golden leaves should have been the clue. Weather like this signals November in my house on the hill. October may have rain and fall colors, but there is a depth to the golden palette, there is a starkness to some of the tree branches, there is an ominous look to the clouds coming from the north that signals that autumn is quickly changing into an early California winter.

I didn't actually forget that Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming. I knew it was November, really I did. But today, as my son finished his online class, I heard his tutor remind everyone that next week was their Thanksgiving break. I thought he had his schedule mixed up...not NEXT week! Well, a quick glance at the huge wall calendar revealed that it was not Wes who was confused. Sigh. It's a good thing that we're experienced Thanksgiving hosts; all I need to do is make a quick list of ingredients for our weekly shopping day and get busy.

I will blame last week's weird neck problem for my disorientation; I am simply a week behind. Fortunately, my neck problems ended as quickly as they began. I woke up on Thursday, after three days of pharmaceutical assistance, and my neck felt great. I can only pray that I never have that experience again. I told my mother that if I had to bungee jump in order to never have neck pain again, I would. If you knew my fear of heights, you would have an understanding of how much my neck hurt.

With my calendar orientation adjusted, I have been doing some thinking and searching and planning for The Next Holiday. I found a site with great gift ideas ( here), checked my closets and found supplies for making soap, stationery, and a scarf or two. I also reminded myself that I have a computer filled with photos that can easily be used for calendars, collages, or sets of cards. My wonderful birthday/Christmas/Groundhog Day/Valentine's Day/Anniversary/St. Everyone's day present will be busy photographing black and white portraits of each family member, as well as the whole clan together (with the "set the timer, run, don't fall over, straighten your hair, wipe the sweat, smile..." method of family portrait photography. Hey, it's worked well for twenty years; why stop now?) IKEA was the source for inexpensive frames of different sizes, and those will mail easily to out-of-towners.



Of course, we will also be opening the family chocolatier as soon as the turkey leftovers and stuffing crumbs are cleaned up. White, milk, dark...mint, orange, rum; the flavors and chocolate will blend together to create delicious truffles for coworkers, neighbors and friends far and near. The recipe can be found in last November's archives.

So, I spent part of an hour searching and planning, and that small investment has me much less disoriented and quite excited about some simple, affordable projects to share with family and friends.

Let the holidays begin!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

"Helicopter" parenting

'Helicopter' parents try too hard
Boston Globe, November 7, 2006

"Some parents are writing their college-age kids' resumes. Others are acting as their children's 'representatives,' hounding college career counselors, showing up at job fairs and sometimes going as far as calling employers to ask why their son or daughter didn't get a job.

It's the next phase in helicopter parenting, a term coined for those who have hovered over their children's lives from kindergarten to college."


There are many aspects of this article I could harangue about for a bit, but the thing that keeps sticking in my mind is this: if those who do not home educate their children think of homeschooling as 'helicopter' parenting, not allowing our children out from under our ever-micromanaging eye, perhaps we can cut them some slack when they think we are nuts or outright wrong.

And may all of us who do home educate purpose to raise adults who can attend their own job fairs, fight their own fights, own their own victories, and *gasp* live their own lives.

HT: Mental Multivitamin

Breakfast with Barnabas




Another treasure in my Signpost Music box was this CD by Jay Calder. I can hear bits of the late Michael Hedges in his playing, but there is nothing redundant here. A beautiful combination of difficult fingering and cheerful melodies running in and around and through each piece. Highly recommended.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Soundtrack for a medicated Tuesday:

Yesterday a box arrived from Signpost Music, and what perfect timing! It's so comforting to hear old favorites and new.

My Dinner with Bruce: Songs of Bruce Cockburn by Steve Bell

The View from Here by Bob Bennett

Pollyanna's Attic by Carolyn Arends

Pain in the neck

My neck, that is. Major "ouch" pain. Occasionally scream kind of pain.

How did this happen? No car accident, no hard working adventure to whom I can give credit. Just suddenly I felt massive pain. Have no fear, it only hurts when I move my head or swallow. The rest of the time I feel great! *Sigh.* (I guess I should send in my app. to the Sarcasm Society at this point. Their motto: "Like we need your support.")

The diagnosis is muscle spasms, with treatment including physical therapy and muscle relaxants and pain meds. So, if I post things in the next week or so that make me sound a shot short of totally loopy, blame it on the meds.

If you are the praying sort, I would covet your prayers. My loving husband took two days off to help, but tomorrow we are back to Mom in charge. Maybe we can study multiple personality disorders by observing Medicated Mom in contrast to Mom in Pain. I can only imagine the difference.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

November

"The season of colds, which ran all the way through to the end of February, started in November, when the magical, golden enchantment of autumn days (the wine of the seasons, when the year held its breath at the approach of frost and fire) turned into the raw damp of the back end of the year."



The Hawk and The Dove by Penelope Wilcock

It's about time to pull this book out for the annual re-read. For the record: I love the raw damp of the back end of the year. It is my focal point during the labor of the brown, dusty, hot hills in July and August. I eagerly await and love the wet, cold, gray days. As many as the year can hand me. I have yet to test my love of the damp in the northwest, or my love of the cold and gray in the northern and colder regions of our country, but the wet and cold days that California dishes out in its "worst" years are never enough for me.

Happy Pumpkins

One more article link

From the First Things website: Jordan Hylden writes on the college selection process:
Your head begins to fill with arcane academic facts, culled from the U.S. News rankings and the Princeton Review. How does Swarthmore compare to Harvey Mudd for alumni giving and student/faculty ratio? When are the due dates for the online FAFSA form and SAT II Chemistry test? Does Marilyn McGrath-Lewis, the Harvard dean of admissions, prefer coffee or tea at breakfast? All these answers are at your fingertips, ready to be summoned forth at a moment’s notice. Soon, the deluge begins to overwhelm your rational faculties, and you begin to think seriously about things like how various collegiate rear-window stickers will go with your minivan’s color scheme.


He does recommend this resource:


All-American Colleges: Top Schools for Conservatives, Old-Fashioned Liberals, and People of Faith by John Zmirak (Editor)

A Man's Life:

When Men Are Free to be Good
by Richard Hawley

Indeed, when the dust settles on the cultural record of the past half century, it will, I believe, be noted with interest that the combined forces of so-called "political correctness" were accompanied not by a reduction, but by a sickening eruption of male aggression, incivility, and misogyny. While historical causation is not always easy to establish, it is past time that consideration be given to the kinds of desperate expression that arise when one's deepest nature is denied.

The complete article can be found here: Wabash Magazine
Summer/Fall 2001

Thought-provoking stuff for a mother of three boys.

HT: Dominion Family, who attended the 2006 CiRCE conference (**I will not be overcome with envy...I will not...I will not**) Her great posts on the conference can be found here.

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