However long ago, when we came to the end of the Great British Bakeoff, there was incredible sorrow and gnashing of teeth amongst the children, and anxiety that there would be nothing fun to watch ever again. (What gives, Netflix, why only one season?) How would we go on? Would we have to read books of an evening? Talk of each other? Perish the thought. After much complaining about town, a friend took pity and told me about Master Chef... Read more
It is a bright sunny morning, and the hillside is almost completely covered with green. I happened to stay up far too late watching old time 70s British sitcoms on YouTube. I fell into kind a loop and couldn’t extract myself but finally just fell asleep. Which meant not waking up until the sun was well into the sky. Almost didn’t know what it was, it’s been so long since we’ve seen it. I think I will take the opportunity... Read more
It is impossible not to notice, as a body labors through the Pentateuch, how fussy God is about the material arrangements of the people of Israel. Instead of taking them to a cool mountain lake so that they can “really get close to him in nature”, the mountain is dusty and dry, so that they are too hot and too thirsty and too hungry. There is no way, at the foot of this mountain, to escape the pressing needs of... Read more
Ooo, there was a snatch of sun….oop, it’s gone. What a rainy week we’ve had. It was probably just as well because we had So Much to do, which means not as many brilliant and scintillating links. Fortunately, though, we did up a little podcast to cheer and amuse. This week it’s all about complementarianism and how men and women should organize their lives. We have all the answers, cough. And because it’s Mother’s Day tomorrow, here is my mother’s... Read more
Facebook has been busily reminding me that Mother’s Day is in three days–not soon enough for me to have sent a card, or anything, to my own mother, but early enough for me to be irritated for the entire week. Enough with all the quoth ‘celebrations’ of everything. The calendar is filled to the brim with remembrances and important moments, some of them taking a whole month. Teacher Appreciation (because only jerks don’t appreciate their teachers) Week, Office Administrators Week... Read more
I am trying desperately to properly wrap up my school year and not just putter to the almost impossible to avoid siren call of just abruptly and pathetically stopping because oh-my-word-it’s-been-such-a-long-year-and-how-can-we-possibly-carry-on-even-one-day-longer. I jest. It’s been a pretty good year. But I’m beat–genuinely and completely beat. It feels like I’ve been homeschooling my whole life, even though I think it’s only something like seven years. And I only have about twelve to go, which, when you consider eternity, is probably not... Read more
I didn’t go to bed or wake up wanting to think about politics any more ever again. This election cycle, which isn’t even in full gear, bests the horror of that Bush-Gore wretchedness so long ago. I was young and in love back then, and I remember thinking, ‘if they don’t pull their lives together and just count those wretched votes, I’m going to come unglued.’ All these years later, the only thing left for me, and I guess for... Read more
Mondays have turned into Matt slewing flour here and there in a sort of a frenzy of bread making. You probably think the words “slewing” and “fenzy” are over the top, but I would invite you to come look at the kitchen floor at the conclusion of his labors, and the kitchen counters, and the entire room really. Actually, I take that back. Don’t come look because you’ll track flour everywhere and I will start shrieking. Yesterday he made four... Read more
So. Much. Rain. Didn’t realize it was actually morning because of all the gray and rain. I suppose it’s just as well since I have to run around doing all the things, and won’t be tempted whatsoever by the out of doors. Truly disappointed because I had been planning for some time to do Saturday on the Synodical Links, even going so far as to actually save up links, only to find that sleep wrenched my carefully considered plans from... Read more
I didn’t say, because I’m a tiny bit paranoid, that we were away for a couple of days at our church’s synod. But now we are safely home and everyone has shouted and yelled and reported which other child did what wrong, and we have subsided already into our ordinary cluttery and jumbled manner of life, especially with its being Sunday. Going away, even for a very short time, is so very disruptive. I didn’t head into the meetings in... Read more
Preventing Grace
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