Outside My Window
A bright beautiful day. We're soaking in the sunshine while we can. There is a prediction for an incho or more of rain on Wednesday.
I am Listening to
waffle making in the kitchen. Nick's in charge. It's his narration of this version of The Three Little Pigs.
I am Wearing
pajamas. And it's nearly noon. Go me.
I am so Grateful for
a peaceful weekend; beautiful girls from our dance studio who are ministering to one another in a time of sorrow with admirable tenderness and grace.
I am Reading
I am Thinking
about what a gift good health is.
I am Creating
I ordered everything I need for a quilt top. Just waiting for it get here.
To live the liturgy:
The Holy Father's intention for this month: That the terminally ill may be supported by their faith in God and the love of their brothers and sisters. We are living this day by day, hour by hour, as we wait for one of the "dance dads" to go home to Jesus.
Towards a Real Education
It's a public school holiday today. It's not an "our school" holiday. 'Nuff said.
Towards Rhythm and Beauty
We hit a rhythm last week and I'm going to cling to it for all its worth. We are far more creative, productive, and happy once the rhythm has been worked out and life--however busy--is more predictable.
I am Hoping and Praying
for Rachael, her father, and their family and friends.
I am learning
well...I was about ready to embark on a furniture painting project, but Mike thinks that the chairs in question aren't well-built enough to merit the investment of new fabric and paint. So, we'll just have to see where that all shakes out. In the meantime, I've been reading furniture painting tutorials.
Around the House
It's clean. Really clean. And "the help" didn't clean it. We asked a young woman to come help us clean one day a couple weeks ago. It took her an hour and a half to fold four loads of laundry. Then, she went up to my room. Six hours later, it was time for her to go. My bathroom was mostly clean (except the trashcan wasn't emptied). My bedroom was sort of clean (except for the dust bunnies under the bed and the sheets that weren't changed). Six hours??? It wasn't that dirty; trust me. I randomly asked children who went up there during the day what she had been doing when they saw her. To a man, they all answered texting. It was suggested that perhaps I didn't supervise closely enough.
Here's the thing about that: If I have to supervise the help to keep her on task and make sure she's not texting, I have plenty of that help under my roof. And I don't have to pay them. So much for help.
I cleaned like crazy last week. It's clean.
From the Kitchen
An autmn menu. I'm thinking about sharing the whole week of recipes, a day at a time, here on the blog. Is that a good idea?
On my iPod:
One of My Favorite Things
planting pansies. Tomorrow, I think.
On the Calendar for the Week
Some serious yardwork tomorrow. Weeds are out of control. This rain has really been a boon to overgrowth. And then, bulbs and pansies in the ground.
A local meeting with faraway friends who are here to visit on Wednesday. We'd hoped for breakfast at Bull Run. But rain is predicted.
I have a sense there will be a funeral to attend late in the week.
Fabric on the way. I'm hoping to make curtains for the sewing room and begin that quilt this weekend.
Worth a Thousand Words
A totally uncropped, unedited Blackberry picture of Stephen with his trophy after winning a tournament in Philadelphia last weekend. They were outside a kind of cruddy, sort of greasy, utterly delicious Philly Cheesesteak place. Not the best photo ever, but it's all I've got and I'm so out of time!
My heartfelt prayers for you all this week.