Showing posts from September, 2007

Not What I expected

I've been feeling the nudgies lately, that I need to get off my rear and start taking some food down to the Catholic Action Center again, regularly. I used to do that and then I got lazy.

Today I woke up to a freezer door that had been open all night and a freshly stocked freezer full of thawed meat that was refridgerator cold, but no longer frozen. In other words, fine to cook and eat today...not so fine to re-freeze.

I guess that's my answer, eh?

I also need to get the oil changed and transmission fluid flush and fill on my mini-van.

And I need to schedule a trip to the dentist to take care of a tooth that is getting interesting, before it becomes a root canal situation.

Then, I guess I need to buy some more meat.

Glory to God for all things.

About this LIfe

Well, I think I've hit my home schooling rhythm. It needs to involve an alarm clock so that I'm getting up earlier, but for now we have found a way to get all seven subjects covered in a decent amount of time. While I have not actually in real life read any Charlotte Mason materials, I find that I'm gravitating towards that style, in the sense that I have some sit down time with all four kids each morning, where we say morning prayers, read the Lectionary, then I do some Catechism work with them, then some Ancient History. After that it's English, Math, History paper work, and Rosetta Stone (everyone is learning German and my oldest is also doing Spanish), which they have to have done by 2 pm. At that point I give them a Botany lesson, and our day is over.

I'm having trouble fitting in enough time to wade through all my e-mail lists, so this morning I culled a bunch of those. Sigh. Seems like each one was somehow relevant to my life. But I must pick and cho…

Sometimes I feel like the world is going to hell in a handbasket....whatever that means.

The Book Samaritan

I just found out about this very cool ministry for Homeschool families who are strapped for cash to purchase curriculum materials with.

I know that it's hard for many of us, single income families, piles of kids, you know the drill.

One thing that I've sort of had in mind is saving my old books as we outgrow them, and passing them along at some point to someone who needs them. I'll know the time and place when it is right.

Meanwhile, here it is, being done on a much grander scale: The Book Samaritan

I hope that by spreading the word on my blog, someone who needs this ministry in the future will benefit. Or that someone who can donate to this good place may feel led to do so.

I, for one, am glad to know that it exists.


I was getting ready to take a shower this morning, and something wet dripped on me from inside my closet. Lovely! Turns out the air conditioner upstairs in my girls' room is doing the condensation/water/dripping thing. We switched it to "fan" and hope for cool weather soon, so we can figure out how to cool the upstairs without destroying the drywall, floor and ceiling.

I HATE our house sometimes.

So, today the furnace guy was supposed to come to diagnose and fix our non-functioning furnace. We had to borrow a space heater for a couple of weeks at the end of last winter because the heater conked out and we didn't want to fix it then.

Well, furnace diagnosis: Nothing's wrong with it, started up just fine, everything looks greate, clean, new and wonderful.

And since we have a service contract with the heating people, there was no charge for the call.

How'd ya like dem apples?

This is the second major appliance that has been miraculously "healed&q…


My floors are mopped.

It's a sunny, non-hot day.

A nice young man from our parish came and cut our very ugly lawn very nice and short for a very good price.

All the kids did excellent work in their school work today.

My laundry is clean.

I had some good conversations at Church yesterday that are still running through my head.

A good, productive, home-y day.

Glory to God for all things!...even the good days.

Stop Mountaintop Removal

And another one.

I Love Mountains

I grew up in Switzerland, after all. The Jura mountains, where we used to vacation were just an hour from our home in Basel.

And since coming to the USA, it's been Tennessee and Kentucky. Beautiful Applalachian mountains.

And this makes me want to weep.

Learn about this. This is a great video.

How can this be made illegal, when the powerless are oh, so powerless and the strong are oh, so powerful?

OCTPOB (The Island)

It's Russian. Pronounced "Ostrov". The title of the BEST foreign film I have seen in a long long time. Ever, actually.

I highly recommend this movie.

It starts out with the monk, in a desolated place, at the monastery of Ostrov, praying the Jesus Prayer. He falls down, and presumably dies.

Then a flash back, to 1942, during the Great Patriotic War (known to us as WWII). A young teenaged sailor in the navy who's job it is to stoke the coal furnaces of the ship is very frightened when Nazis come on board and commandeer the vessel. He looses his cool, pleads for his life, and is compelled by the Nazis to shoot his captain, who then falls overboard, in exchange for his life.

The cruel Nazis have plans to blow the ship up, and leave the young sailor to his fate. Instead of dying, though, he washes up on the shore at Ostrov, and the monks care for him.

Fast forward to 1976. Father Anatoly is a holy fool and a prankster. He is the one who was rescued by the mon…

House Elves

I'm convinced I have house elves living with me. Unfortunately, they aren't the good kind who smooth out the domestic situation. No, these are evil house elves.

The evil house elves leave bags full of stuff that should be put away on the floor instead, forgetting all about them.

The evil house elves don't bend over and pick stuff like cardigan sweaters or used socks off the floor for days on end.

The evil house elves tend to leave stacks of books on the coffee table and papers piled high on the brown table in the living room.

The evil house elves don't believe in de-cluttering at all, judging by the state of things.

Evil house elves like to read.

Evil house elves like to draw lots of pictures of manga princesses and pokemon characters and leave said artwork on the couch.

Evil house elves would rather cook than clean.

Evil house elves don't like to clear the breakfast dishes off the table.

Evil house elves would rather be on the computer.

Evil house elves …

My Favorite Time of Day

Morning really is my favorite time of day. That is, the mornings when I'm just "bing!" awake at 5:20 am and I get up, put on the decaf to brew, light a few candles and do some morning prayin' while the brown stuff gets ready to drink.

Then it's time to do some quiet reading and sipping. Usually I have more than an hour like this to myself before the rest of my family starts to stir. I love, love, love such early morning times.

Part of the challenge I'm facing these days is carving out that time I need to recharge my batteries. And figuring out just WHAT recharges my batteries. Schooling the kids is much more intense this year than it was last year, as it should be (more kids, and we are doing more stuff). This feeling that my time is no longer my own, but that it's much more fully being give to a JOB (too bad I don't get paid) is taking some getting used to.

Well, glory to God for all things! (That's my new phrase that I'm trying to …

Fed from God's Hand

I was feeling sorry for myself the other day. It's a sin I often struggle against, and often fail to struggle against. Specifically, I was feeling a bit down about how tough it is with four kids, single income family, lots of growing bodies, an old know the drill, can do the math and figure out what I mean.

Sometimes, despite living in the richest country in the world (or at least what is close to the richest country in the world), I feel poor. Despite having everything I need, I feel poor.

Where does this feeling come from? Not from God, that's for sure. I feel poor because I don't have a Kitchenaid, only have one computer, and can't afford tai kwan do lessons for my kids, and because there are things that need to be repaired in my house? I feel poor because I don't have the ability to walk in to Talbots or Old Navy or the Gap and buy cute clothes for myself and my kids and pay cash for it. What's up with these standards, anyways?


Thinking about commericalizing this blog

How sad is that? Ads. A wee nosh of Money for me. Pocket change. Something to give the bums. Or with which to buy my kids shoes. Or lettuce.

What do you all think? Would it ruin this blog to have a strip of ads along the side?

Or should I start something snazzy and less contemplative where I rant and rave about all the injustices in the world, so that I can get highter number of hits and get paid more?

Opinions? Votes?

I don't even know how many people read this blog. It would be interesting to get a hit counter and find out.

Let me know what you all think.