October 2009 Archives

International Wear a Dress Day

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While I missed the holiday on October 29, I did wear a skirt that day - as I do most every day. Avoiding dresses? Check out Erin at A Dress a Day and her responses for anti-dress excuses. The holiday's Flickr pool has dressy-goodness for those of us who missed the celebration.

Life is short. Use the good china, wear the pretty outfit.

Links for 10-30-09

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Links for 10-28-09

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Hello Again

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I'm not at the hospital and I didn't have my surgery yesterday. A few minutes before they wheeled me into the O.R., another patient had a brain aneurysm and my surgeon had to rush to fix her. My surgery was bumped for six hours, but my surgeon realized he would not be at his best after hours of delicate brain surgery and decided to move my surgery to this Monday morning at 10:30. So, I get to spend one more weekend at home, in pain. I don't mind, really. I want my surgeon to be at his best. No one wants a brain surgeon with tired hands. I just feel bad for the other patient and hope she is doing better.

See You Soon

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My surgery is tomorrow at 9:30 a.m. H has promised to post a short missive here afterward to let y'all know how I'm doing. Thank you all for your prayers. I am positive that everything shall go well. It has to...I just started reading a new book. It would be rather inconvenient to not be able to finish it. ;)

Until I "see" you again, here is a beautiful video:


When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

Refrain

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

Refrain

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

Refrain

But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

Refrain

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Refrain

Links for 10-27-09

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For My Son

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Each morning, he wants us to sing this hymn:



Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!

All Thy works with joy surround Thee, earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee, center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Singing bird and flowing fountain call us to rejoice in Thee.

Thou art giving and forgiving, ever blessing, ever blessed,
Wellspring of the joy of living, ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, all who live in love are Thine;
Teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine.

Mortals, join the happy chorus, which the morning stars began;
Father love is reigning o'er us, brother love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward, victors in the midst of strife,
Joyful music leads us Sunward in the triumph song of life.


Related Sunday Hymn Post at The Common Room.

Special Days of November 2009

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Sunday, November 1 - All Saints' Day

Tuesday, November 3 - Martin de Porres (first black saint of the Americas)

Thursday, November 5 - Saint Elizabeth (mother of John the Baptist) & Guy Fawkes Night

Monday, November 9 - World Freedom Day (fall of Communism and the Berlin Wall)

Tuesday, November 10 - Pope Leo the Great (met with Attila the Hun to prevent the invasion of Italy) & Birthday of the USMC

Wednesday, November 11 - Veterans Day & Martin of Tours (4th Century Roman soldier)

Friday, November 13 - Frances Xavier Cabrini (missionary & 1st American canonized)

Sunday, November 15 - Albertus Magnus (14th century bishop and scientist)

Monday, November 16 - Margaret of Scotland (Anglo-Saxon wife of Malcolm III of "Macbeth" fame)

Tuesday, November 17 - Elizabeth of Hungary (princess) & the Leonids

Thursday, November 19 - Discovery of Puerto Rico (the second voyage of Columbus in 1493)

Sunday, November 22 - Saint Cecilia (martyr in 2nd Century Rome)

Monday, November 23 - Saint Columban (Irish abbot & missionary to Italy; remembered in Ireland on November 24)

Tuesday, November 24 - The Vietnamese Martyrs

Wednesday, November 25 - Catherine of Alexandria (3rd Century martyr)

Thursday, November 26 - Thanksgiving

Sunday, November 29 - First Sunday of Advent (beginning of liturgical year)

Monday, November 30 - Saint Andrew (apostle; national holiday of Scotland) & end of the hurricane season


The New BBC Emma

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The new BBC Emma will air in the U.S. in three parts on PBS from January 24 to February 7, 2010.

Sadly, it hasn't done that well in Britain. The first episode was watched by 4.4 million and over one million of those viewers decided to skip the rest of the miniseries. Not a good sign.


Emma's poor performance has led some to question the BBC's decision to adapt an Austen classic that has been on screen so many times before.


One leading drama producer said: 'I don't think audiences are as excited about Emma - perhaps they are not excited by Austen anymore.'


As if. I think it's more likely that this version just isn't very good. Will I watch anyway? Of course. At least the first episode.

Links for 10-26-09

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Goin' Home

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A lovely song from Reagan's funeral, this was based on Dvorak's Symphony No. 9 "From the New World" (my daughter's favorite classical piece), 2nd Movement:



Going home, going home,
I'm just going home.
Quiet-like, slip away-
I'll be going home.
It's not far, just close by;
Jesus is the Door;
Work all done, laid aside,
Fear and grief no more.
Friends are there, waiting now.
He is waiting, too.
See His smile! See His hand!
He will lead me through.

Morning Star lights the way;
Restless dream all done;
Shadows gone, break of day,
Life has just begun.
Every tear wiped away,
Pain and sickness gone;
Wide awake there with Him!
Peace goes on and on!
Going home, going home,
I'll be going home.
See the Light! See the Sun!
I'm just going home.

By the way, if you listen to the opening notes of Symphony No. 9, 4th Movement at Wikipedia, you'll recognize that John Williams stole the Jaws theme from Dvorak.

Labor & Delivery Music

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Fourteen years ago, singing two songs by Rich Mullins helped me stay focused. I happened upon them this morning and thought I'd post the video with lyrics for one.


The second song with lyrics can't be embedded, so here is the link to it.

Links for 10-24-09

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Links for 10-23-09

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DC - The Capitol Tour

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Prior to our vacation, my husband spent much time and energy trying to obtain tickets for a Capitol Building tour. Thanks to Senator Mel Martinez's helpful staff, we were able to spend the morning of our fifth vacation day in the U.S. Capitol.

Capitol - Under Storm Clouds

It was a cold, dark, drizzly day as we arrived at the Capitol.

Capitol - Entering
The sub-ground level entrance.


Capitol - Atop the Dome
Atop the dome.

After passing inspection, we made it into the warmth of the Visitor Center. We all agree that the Visitor Center restrooms are the nicest public restrooms ever.


Capitol - Lines in Visitor Center
Waiting in line.


Capitol - Visitor Center
More waiting.


Capitol - Inside
Exhibition Hall

After watching a short movie, we were led to the Rotunda . The Rotunda is lovely, but only one photo came out any good at all: The Baptism of Pocahontas.

Capitol - Baptism of Pocahontas

Because I was so busy taking photos, I neglected to leave the Rotunda with my tour group and was chastised by Capitol police. Oops!

After leaving the Rotunda, we passed this door. It reads, "Speaker of the House. Nancy Pelosi."


Capitol - Webster
Daniel Webster

Capitol - Ceiling
The amazing coffered ceiling.

Capitol - Clock
Car of History clock.

Capitol - Statue
Liberty and the Eagle.

We also saw the Crypt - the intended resting place of George Washington.

Capitol - Lee
Robert E. Lee


Capitol - Lincoln Bust
Lincoln Bust

It was a wonderful tour and I am so glad H made it happen.

The "Suicide" Disease

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Next Friday, I'll have a surgeon cutting a hole in my skull.

In October 2004, I went to the dentist for a root canal and ever since I've had a condition called trigeminal neuralgia (TN), a neuropathic disorder of the trigeminal facial nerve which causes "stabbing, mind-numbing, electric shock-like pain". For a long time, we had no idea what was wrong with me. I had three dental surgeries and a molar pulled before I decided the pain was not going to be helped by dentistry. Apparently, this is common amongst TN patients. After seeing many doctors, including an otolarynologist, I finally made it to a neurologist who quickly gave my pain a name.

I was happy to learn that TN is considered one of the most painful diseases to have; now, I didn't feel like such a wimp for feeling so bad. For five years it has hurt to brush my hair, brush my teeth, wash my face, eat, smile, laugh, live. TN is called the "Suicide" disease because so many with the disorder end up killing themselves. As I type this, it feels like a screwdriver is being jammed into my left ear - and I've only just woken. I lightly scratch an itch above my lip and the pain spreads there. As the day progresses, the pain will spread and get worse.

My neurologist is using the typical treatment for TN: anticonvulsants and opiates. Unfortunately, it is difficult to have a good life with these medications, especially in the large doses I'm prescribed. I have also gotten to the point where the opiates no longer control the pain. I have to take another option: Microvascular decompression.

So, next Friday, my surgeon, one of the best in the world, will cut a small hole in my skull behind my left ear and attempt to isolate the trigeminal nerve. If it appears that isolation is not going to be helpful, the surgeon will damage the nerve.


Patients are put to sleep using general anesthesia and are positioned on their back with their head turned or on their side with the symptomatic side facing up. Electrical monitoring of facial function and hearing is used. A straight incision is made two finger breadths behind the ear about the length of the ear. A portion of the skull the size of a half-dollar is removed exposing the underlying brain covering known as the dura. The dura is opened to expose the cerebellum. The cerebellum is allowed to fall out of the way exposing the side of the brain stem. Using a microscope and micro-instruments, the arachnoid membrane is dissected allowing visualization of the 8th, 7th and finally the trigeminal nerve. The offending loop of blood vessel is then mobilized. Frequently a groove or indentation is seen in the nerve where the offending vessel was in contact with the nerve. Less often the nerve is thin and pale. Once the vessel is mobilized a sponge like material is placed between the nerve and the offending blood vessel to prevent the vessel from returning to its native position.

After the decompression is complete, the wound is flushed clean with saline solution. The dura is sewn closed. The skull is reconstructed and the overlying tissues are closed in multiple layers. The patient is allowed to wake up and is taken to an intensive care unit or other close observation unit.


Here is a three-minute TV news report explaining TN:



For those with strong stomachs, here is a minute and a half video of the microvascular decompression:



I'm quite nervous about the surgery. I don't like surgeries at all and just had one a few months ago for my gall bladder. I seem to be trying to see how many surgeries I can have this year.  The gall bladder removal was a very simple, common surgery; this one involves opening my skull. That frightens me and I'd really appreciate your prayers.

Links for 10-21-09

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Indian Corn

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Here is the crochet project I finished during NCIS last night:

Crocheted Indian Corn

Yes, Indian corn. This kind, though, will never die.

I attached the corn to an old metal tray...

Indian Corn

...A tray I had my husband hang above our back door.

Above my back door

Strange, maybe, but definitely interesting and fall-ish. Notice the fall leaves around the tray? The tray was a hand-me-down from H's parents. We had never really used it because of the open weave of the bottom. I think the tray works much better as wall decor - certainly better than gathering dust in a dark corner of a cabinet.

Here is the free patten for the Indian corn. The pattern is very easy, though I made my corn larger and used three yarns for the second (yellow, orange, burnt orange) and the third cobs (yellow, black, burnt orange). For the first cob, I used black with a homespun yarn made with black, blue, red, brown. The husk is off-white string.

For some other fall crochet projects, you might try this acorn, this acorn, a pine cone, some leaves, this pumpkin, this pumpkin, a corn on the cob, this squash, or this apple.

Hope y'all have some fall crochet fun, too.

Links for 10-20-09

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Count Your Blessings

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It could always be worse. Keep your eyes on your blessings and your burdens will not seem quite so bad.

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When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Refrain

Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God hath done!
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing as the days go by.

Refrain

When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings. Wealth can never buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.

Refrain

So, amid the conflict whether great or small,
Do not be disheartened, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey's end.

Refrain




First, we have a Salvation Army choir in Sweden with a little ragtime on the piano:



Next, we have George Beverly Shea:




Lastly, we have Hovie Lister and the Statemen:

Links for 10-19-09

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Sauce for Snausages

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(Snausages = cocktail sausages)

1/2 Cup water,
1/2 Cup ketchup,
4 Tablespoons brown sugar,
2 Tablespoons soy sauce,
2 Tablespoons vinegar

Snausages were part of our "Appetizers and a Movie" party yesterday. In addition to other items, we also had pimento cheese sandwiches. Yum!

NewsFifty Redux

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The NewsFifty website has updated its look. Love the scrolling state headlines at the top and the smaller clickable U.S. map.

Read my original NewsFifty review here.

Menu Plan Monday

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Monday: Chili with Cornbread Dumplings - Saving Dinner p.180

Tuesday: Baked Rigatoni (With French-style green beans) - Saving Dinner p.14

Wednesday: Beef Stroganoff (Has peas. Served over egg noodles.) - My recipe

Thursday: Chicken Pepper Skillet (Served over rotini with green beans on the side.) - Saving Dinner p.41

Friday: Skillet Pizza - Saving Dinner p.174

Since it will be cool weather here through Wednesday, I planned stick-to-your-ribs meals Monday-Wednesday. Thursday has a lighter meal as the temperatures warm up. Friday gets a fun meal to celebrate the end of the week.

More Menu Plan Mondays at I'm an Organizing Junkie.

Common Sense

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Kudos to Netflix, which is now adding more detailed viewing age information to its movies -  contributed by Common Sense Media. The parental guides are not on every movie, but they do seem to be on most of the recent main stream films and that is a huge help when choosing family viewing with your fourteen and eleven year old children in mind. 

Links for 10-18-09

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Links for 10-17-09

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Our Own Weather Station

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Weather Station front

Without knowing that we are studying weather in Nature Study this term, my husband managed to purchase a very inexpensive weather station for our backyard - one that also happens to match my home decor. Double kudos to him.

The weather station measures rain fall, temperature, wind speed, wind direction, and has a wind chill chart on the back side.

Weather Station back

We like it a lot. Now we've added weather readings to our nature journals and compare the information to readings from our local news station's meteorology department.

Now I have something green in my garden that I will not have to worry about keeping alive.

By the way, those are clouds reflected on the weather station. Purely an accident when I took the photograph, but they make me smile.

Links for 10-16-09

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Let Evening Come

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Bedroom curtain

Let Evening Come

by Jane Kenyon

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.



Thanks to Karen Edmisten for pointing me to this poem.

Photo of our bedroom curtains.

Links for 10-15-09

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Van Gogh Would Have Been Happier

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if he had had this cake. I hear it's chocolate. Even better.

In the Gloaming

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There is a palm tree across the street from my house and two parrots live in its dead fronds.

Parrot in old palm fronds

They are Black-hooded Parakeets, also called Nanday Parakeets or Nanday Conures. In Latin, they are Nandayus nenday. Every evening as the sun sets, the two of them fly around by my house and call loudly to each other: "kree-ah, kree-ah".

Hello

 They hide in the dead palm fronds of their home tree or perch on their palm's green fronds above.

On a limb

Often they stay together on the nearest lamppost, basking in the last rays of twilight.

Looking at each other

These feathered neighbors are not natives to my town; they come from the Pantanal of South America, which is the world's largest wetlands.  Though the Pantanal is not as famous as its neighbor, the Amazon Rainforest, it is just as important for its amazing wildlife and it is this far away region that has given my neighborhood these lovely birds.

Black-faced Parakeet

The din only lasts for a few minutes. After the gloaming, all is quite again. The parakeets are silent for another day.

More photos at Flickr.

Newest Update Regarding Rifqa Bary

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Rifqa Bary, the Christian teen who ran away from her Muslim parents in Ohio, has been ordered back to Ohio...but not yet. The judge signed no orders, but wants Rifqa's parents to submit immigration documents at the next hearing on October 23. At that hearing, Rifqa may be ordered officially back to Ohio.

"If the issue is not resolved by the end of October, a judicial review has been tentatively scheduled for November 10." 

The question of the Bary's immigration status is causing a delay. Atlas Shrugs provides documentation that the Barys are indeed here illegally and came here through Mexico.

In other Rifqa news:

  • Her father turned her private diary over to CAIR, (Council on American-Islamic Relations), who then turned information over to the Orlando Sentinel newspaper for publication. Classy. What does it say? About the same stuff I've read from First Century Christians. Lots of fear, lots of faith.

  • Rifqa's older brother, the brother who injured her eye years ago back in Sri Lanka, gave out the phone number of her foster care home and the address has been published on the internet by a Muslim blogger who is stalking Rifqa.

  • Rifqa's eye, the one whose injury allowed the Barys into the US for Rifqa's medical care, has never received medical treatment here in the United States.
More detailed information can be found at the adults-only blog, Atlas Shrugs.

Links for 10-13-09

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Two Gems from Yeats

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I love many of Yeats' poems, but these are two of my favorites:

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
 
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

A Prayer for My Daughter by Yeats

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Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.

I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.

Helen being chosen found life flat and dull
And later had much trouble from a fool,
While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless could have her way
Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man.
It's certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat
Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone.

In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty's very self, has charm made wise,
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

May she become a flourishing hidden tree
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
And have no business but dispensing round
Their magnanimities of sound,
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
O may she live like some green laurel
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.

My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there's no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.

An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?

Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.

And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
Where all's accustomed, ceremonious;
For arrogance and hatred are the wares
Peddled in the thoroughfares.
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremony's a name for the rich horn,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.



"So let her think opinions are accursed."

Much as I love his lyrical lines,
Glad I am I'm not Yeats' daughter.



Wisdom from Needlework

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Fear less, hope more; Eat less, chew more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Hate less, love more, and all good things will be yours.

Swedish Proverb

Obama Wins Everything

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Links for 10-10-09

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Another Pumpkin

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Wee Pumpkin

Are you starting to think that my house is a pumpkin patch?

This isn't a new craft. I actually sewed this pumpkin last year, but I don't think I ever got a chance to show it. The pattern was very easy. There are three sizes to choose from and this is the smallest. It fits in the palm of my hand. I don't like most pumpkin sewing patterns, but I like this one enough to possibly make another in the future. Maybe I'll try a larger size.

Jaffa! Kree!

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Mini Jaffa

Those who watch Stargate will understand the title of this post. D made this mini Jaffa today with Paint. Here is a photo of a toy for comparison.

By the way, anyone watching Universe? If so, how did you feel about the pilot episode last week?

Links for 10-8-09

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Gulf Fritillary

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Gulf Fritillary

The son snapped this photo last weekend in our backyard. Yes, I actually let someone touch my precious camera. Shocking. And either incredibly forgiving or rather stupid, considering this child broke our last camera. Anyway, it turns out that this lovely thing is a Gulf Fritillary, Agraulis vanillae. The Butterflies and Moths website has a great close-up photo.

Here is a time lapse video of a Gulf Fritillary transforming from caterpillar to butterfly:



Deo Gratias Redux

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Deo Gratias

In October of 2006, I made this banner:

Deo Gratias is a new term in our homeschooling Latin program, Prima Latina. I thought it fitting for the Fall season, as it means "Thanks be to God". I printed the letters on brown [really, it's light beige] cardstock, cut them out in circles, and added black cardstock cut with scrapbooking scissors on the back. I just taped black DMC floss to the backs and hung them. The symbol between the two words is wheat clip art. 

Happily, Fall is here and I've hung the banner above the doorway betwixt our dining room and family room. I think it goes with the "Moroccan Spice" of the family room much better than it did on the white walls of my living room back in 2006.

If you'd like to make your own, just check on my page of "Free Things" linked on the right sidebar.

For more fantabulous banner goodness, check out the Ga-Ga for Garlands group at Flickr.

Links for 10-7-09

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Links for 10-6-09

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Paper Pumpkin Ornaments

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Big and Little

I handed the kids the instructions for these cute decorations and they had some fun yesterday afternoon. They used colored printer paper for the pumpkin part instead of construction paper. These ornaments remind us of quilling. Can you guess who made which pumpkin?

Links for 10-5-09

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Special Days of October 2009

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Thursday, October 1 - Therese of Lisieux (young French nun)

Friday, October 2 - Sukkot (beginning at sunset & lasting 'til October 9 nightfall)

Sunday, October 4 - St. Francis of Assisi (founder of the Franciscans)

Friday, October 9 - Leif Erikson Day (Norse discoverer of North America)

Sunday, October 11 - General Pulaski Memorial Day (hero of the American Revolution)

Monday, October 12 - Columbus Day (observed)

Saturday, October 17 - Ignatius of Antioch (disciple of the Apostle John)

Sunday, October 18 - St. Luke the Evangelist (wrote The Gospel of Luke & Acts of the Apostles)

Monday, October 19 - Isaac Jogues, Jean de Brebeuf, & the North American Martyrs

Wednesday, October 21 - Trafalgar Day (Admiral Nelson defeated the French & Spanish fleets)

Friday, October 23 - John of Capistrano (namesake of a California mission; fought in the Crusades)

Sunday, October 25 - Crispin & Crispian ( Also, Battle of Agincourt & the Charge of the Light Brigade)

Monday, October 26 - Alfred the Great (the only English king called "great")

Wednesday, October 28 - Sts. Simon & Jude (apostles)

Saturday, October 31 - Reformation Day (Martin Luther started the Reformation)

Vintage Schoolhouse Decorating

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Check out today's post at Design*Sponge: an apartment with a vintage classroom map hanging in the dining area and vintage rock collections hanging in the bathroom. And they don't even homeschool! Fantastic! It reminds me of "Cheaper By the Dozen" when the father had the solar system painted on the bathroom wall. I'd love to decorate in Vintage Schoolhouse. Does my plastic world map shower curtain count? I guess not, but it sure has helped the children with their geography.

Links for 10-4-09

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Links for 10-3-09

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The Cloud

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Impressionism Clouds 7

The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;

Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,

And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,--
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-colored bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.


More of today's clouds at Flickr.

A Polliwog Nursery

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A large flower pot of seashells sits on the side of our house and recently filled with rainwater. I was going to dump the water to prevent mosquitoes, but found dozens of tadpoles, in various sizes.

  Tadpole

There are three in this photo. One large tadpole is in the center. I'm sorry the photo is so poor. It was difficult to photograph the tadpoles because of the reflections in the water.

A larger view is at Flickr.

Information on raising tadpoles can be found here.

We have raised tadpoles many times and it, along with watching caterpillars become moths, has been a favorite aspect of nature study at our house. We highly recommend it.

A Nose Ring

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Nose-piercing

Shocking, isn't it?

All in good fun

Just kidding. It's an extra ring D took off her new chain mail.

Fake nose ring

I laughed so hard to see it on D. She's such a proper girl that thinking of her with a nose piercing is like trying to picture Queen Elizabeth with a tattoo.

But I'm not touching that ring now.

Happy Fall

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I love Fall. It's my favorite season. Apples, pumpkins, falling leaves, crisp air. Lovely.

I seem to be acquiring various kinds of faux pumpkins. They make me "squee". Here is my latest:

New Pumpkin

It's a $2 paper mache one from Michael's. H urged me to buy it since he knew I wanted it and D was sweet to paint it for me. Now, it sits on my homemade cake plate on the dining room table. I might add a bed of Fall leaves if some of the trees here can be persuaded that it is not still Summer. A short Fall is a bitter sweet aspect of our semi-tropical state.

Links for 10-2-09

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Links for 10-1-09

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A Homeschool Journal Form

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I am using a school checklist for each child, but I also wanted a way to account for the unplanned schooling we do each day. Thanks to a Montessori teacher and blogger, I found an easy way to do that: our weekly Homeschool Journal.

Each week, I print a journal page out so that I can record our extracurricular activities: museum visits, documentaries, etc. I gave each child a section on the top half of the page and left room for our group activities on the bottom half of the page. I only have two children, but larger families can check out the Montessori teacher's record keeping to see how she does this for several children.

I have also found it easier to print the journal pages all out at one time; it saves time and trouble because I am so forgetful.

About this Archive

This page is an archive of entries from October 2009 listed from newest to oldest.

September 2009 is the previous archive.

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