December 31, 2008
December 28, 2008
December 26, 2008
December 21, 2008
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace,
good will toward men.
December 20, 2008
December 19, 2008
December 18, 2008
December 15, 2008
December 14, 2008
Above all, trust in the slow work of God.
We are, quite naturally,
impatient in everything to reach the end
We should like to skip
the intermediate stages.
We are impatient of being
on the way to something unknown,
And yet it is the law of all progress
that it is made by passing through
some stages of instability ---
and that may take a very long time.
As so I think it is with you.
Your ideas mature gradually –
let them grow,
let them shape themselves,
without undue haste.
Don’t try to force them on,
as though you could be today
what time (that is to say, grace and
on your own good will)
will make you tomorrow.
Only God could say what this new spirit
gradually forming within you will be.
Give our Lord the benefit of believing
that his hand is leading you,
and accept the anxiety of
feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete.
-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
December 13, 2008
December 12, 2008
December 11, 2008
Note her new blue jogging jacket - those old bones get mighty cold! (Especially here where we keep the house ice cube Arctic cold).
Happy Birthday to our craZy fluffy, barking, chicken lovin' , loyal, courageous, goofy, beautiful girl, Emily Pajamas.
December 10, 2008
December 9, 2008
December 5, 2008
December 1, 2008
November 29, 2008
Some recent discoveries and delights - just saw this movie and loved it. A big fan of Amy Adams and Frances McDormand already and they are just terrific together. On a different film note, these little films (click on the various ones) are wonders - I especially loved the octopus. This history lesson seems to go with it (sort of) - I especially love Alexander's reaction to going underwater..."Alexander is quoted as observing, from what he had seen underwater, that "...the world is damned and lost. The large and powerful fish devour the small fry." Sort of surprised that upset him, considering the whole conquering the world career thing he had going on. This blog just wowed me - I took a book binding course years ago in New Haven and have always been smitten - one of those "when I get some time" things I would like to do again. There's a great place in NYC for it but the classes and I never have the same dance card free. Finally, this artist's work are so compelling - really like Time Horizon and Waste Man.
November 28, 2008
November 25, 2008
November 23, 2008
November 18, 2008
What's rather lovely is that he is not altogether "right" as one of his feet are not good. Which makes me feel good that he was rescued by us (found at bottom of large goldfish delivery bag at a petstore) as he would not fare well in the wild or with other critters...still, he does not care for us. Ah, well. We live but to serve.
November 16, 2008
November 15, 2008
Do not pour on gasoline. Do not use a spent match. Do not cover it in gels and goop to smother it. All of this is not useful and potentially harmful. Instead, take a tweezer (and this is where you should have invested in a decent tweezer for the house), grasp it firmly at the entry spot, and pull in a firm, steady motion. Don't freak out if you don't get the total head - don't believe me? Get Dr. Oz's take on the subject.
To get rid of the tick, I have found the best solution (since they seem notoriously hard to kill) is to drop the critter in a little bit of nail polish remover. That seems to do them in entirely. However, if you are concerned about saving it in case of Lyme disease or some other tick-related disease, just put the tick in a jar with a tight lid.
November 13, 2008
A song for the pudding queen, prayers and thoughts, it's a rainy night and I am thinking of you and that conversation you had on the phone with someone about a scary cat. Wish I had a phoneline tonight to you.
The daughter wants me to give a shout-out for "To Write Love on Her Arms" so here is their website, do read about it. A lot of heart and compassion.
A really lovely website for calligraphy and quote fans alike.
Peace out, you know?
November 9, 2008
November 6, 2008
Our Halloween owl attracted a visitor. What you can't really tell is how absolutely ENORMOUS this Praying Mantis was...he later moved on to sitting (or was he merely biding his time, waiting for some innocent two-legged prey unaware of what lurked nearby?) by the front door forcing my nature-loving-except-bugs daughter to go out the garage door instead. Considering I only recently learned that they can fly really really fast, had I known what was by the front door, I may have opted for an alternate escape route as well....
November 5, 2008
November 4, 2008
My vote is probably different from my husband's and probably different from my son's and probably different from my daughter's obscure choices, but how absolutely amazing that we get to do this - choose to vote for someone who means something to us.
It's enough to barack my world :)
October 31, 2008
October 29, 2008
October 25, 2008
October 24, 2008
And in the spirit of the upcoming holiday, couldn't resist including this either.
Had to include the monkey who looks spiffy in his costume, and I truly hope to see these curious thespians perform someday.
My son is about to go off to his school Halloween party looking quite smashing as a wizard, so must go, but first this only a former lit student could love offering from the most fabulous VSL site whose posts make my email perky.
October 20, 2008
October 19, 2008
October 16, 2008
October 14, 2008
If you click on the little blue dot next to the title of the poem on the title page, you can hear an audio version of it (courtesy of my brilliant college son who set it up for me).
October 12, 2008
Just about to leave for work (on a glorious Sunday afternoon, so sad) and my son runs over with great excitement , wild turkeys in the yard. And there they were - I think they are so beautiful, I truly do. When they wearied of us following after them, even though we were clearly enamoured, they FLEW up into A TREE. We were amazed. My husband, son, and I did not know they could fly up into trees, did you? And then they flew down into the back woods which no one but skunks, deer, bad little dogs, and apparently turkeys can access. Just so cool. I drove to work far less grumpy than when I had started.
October 10, 2008
They reviewed the literary journal, Feile-Festa, and made positive note of my poem (Susan Moorhead, "History"). I am, of course, quite pleased.
Here's a link to the journal if you want to read the poem: http://www.medcelt.org/feile-festa/index.html
and this is a promise to sit down on Monday when I am finally NOT working (I am working all weekend, sigh) and read Nan's tutorial on how to put in links without all this long, unattractive, word scrambles, and figure it out at long last).