Daybook 2017 Vol 4

November 27, 2017

Looking out my window, the sun is shining and the sky is bright blue.  It’s so bright I can barely tell that the Christmas lights on the shrub right outside my window are still on.

I am thinking about Advent, impatiently waiting for the weeks of patiently waiting.  I love the irony.  I hate when there are only three full weeks of Advent, it never seems like enough time to prepare.  Even so, I’m going to have one of the boys bring down the Christmas tree and get it set up with the white lights.

I am thankful to be sitting in a house that’s clean and orderly.  Benefit of having everyone home and unencumbered for the last five days.

I am creating Jesse Tree and O Antiphon ornaments large enough to hang on the Christmas tree each day of Advent.  There will be glitter.

I am wearing grey leggings and a hot pink long-sleeve t-shirt.  Birkies.  Dressed to say in today.

I am reading  Heroic Leadership: Best Practices from a 450-Year-Old Company That Changed the World and thinking about being a woman in the last decades of the 20th Century.

I am hoping still for a new placement.  The quiet is deafening.

I am learning servant leadership.  See book above.

In my kitchen I have some leftover Turkey.  And a small amount of homemade noodles (lunch?)  I deliberately tried to avoid leftovers – success!  I’m planning to use the meat to make pot pie this week.  And I’m also going to make soup tomorrow with bone broth made from the carcass.    Also on the menu:  Avocado Toast, lox and bagels, Turkey Mole Enchiladas.

Daybook 2017.3

November 6, 2017

Looking out my window I can see signs of Autumn everywhere.  My yard is lonely on this gray, rainy day.

I am thinking about humility and the overall lack of it in our culture. How does a society even cultivate a spirit of humility when it isn’t even a fruit of the spirit that we value?

I am thankful to be blessed with a spirit of thankfulness.  At this moment, I’m thankful for progressive lenses.  I never thought I would stop wearing contacts, but that I have.  I do put in my contacts (also progressive these days – finally) on sunny days so I can wear sunglasses when I’m driving.  Purple sunglasses.  Something else to be thankful for!

I am creating a new space in my living room and playroom.  New “built in” shelves along one wall have taken the place of boring old bookshelves.  We hung fake brick paneling on the wall before setting up the Ikea shelves, sans back.  Now these two spaces feel more connected.  And the living room feels much brighter without the dark, formal bookshelves.

I am wearing black capri leggings (surprise!), a teal mock turtleneck, new SmartWool socks, and old tennis shoes.  And my glasses.

I am watching NCIS: New Orleans, now in Season 3 and almost caught up.  Have you ever noticed how so. many. television shows recreate the family in the workplace?

I am hoping for a new placement.  Still.  It’s been two months since our last blessings went to their great-grandparents.  I’m craving the chaos that comes with having little ones in the house.

I am learning about hygge.

Hygge (/ˈhjuːɡə/ HEW-gə or /ˈhuːɡə/ HOO-gə) is a Danish and Norwegian word which can be described as a quality of cosiness and comfortable conviviality that engenders a feeling of contentment or well-being (regarded as a defining characteristic of Danish culture).

In my kitchen I’ve actually been cooking again.  Even when it’s just me.  It is really hard to cook for only one when you are used to cooking for a crowd!  I’m thinking that leftovers will be the key for me.  Last night I had leftover hashbrown casserole with dippy eggs on top.  Yum.  On the menu:  leftover ham and bean soup and beef pot pie from Sunday Dinner leftovers.

Where is “Home”?

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Sara Groves – Painting Pictures of Egypt

I’m especially thinking about this today, my first day home after four days visiting my family where I grew up.  We lived there for four years after being away for six years.  That was the first time I truly understood “you can never go home again”.   It was still a good place and we made new memories, but it was hard adjusting to the fact that all these people had six years of memories that didn’t include me.  Six years when we all grew up, got married, and had kids.

It’s been 15 years since we moved away for the last time.  So much has changed. My head says I should feel like I belong in this place, but my heart says it’s all wrong. 

blast from the past!

The Breakfast Maker
Muddy Boots, April 2007

It is important to note that
the Philadelphia Eagles T-shirt was NOT my idea.
Or her father’s idea. Or the idea of one of her siblings.
When the Eagles went to the Super Bowl we were living in Philly and
she just HAD to have one of these because everyone else did.
I mean… folks wore their Eagles outfits to church on Superbowl Sunday!
(I, being the passive aggressive being that I am,
wore ORANGE AND BLUE!)
And, no, she does NOT remember to make her bed even though her
loving (and very orderly) sister posted the reminder note above her head.

The Eagles t-shirt!  The family will NOT let her forget the Eagles thing.  Nine years later and it still comes up in conversation a few times a year.  She still doesn’t make her bed, but now she has orders from the allergist not to (it helps get rid of extra dust mites).  This probably isn’t much of a contemplation about the past, except that this girl is getting ready to graduate from high school.  Already.  The last one.  My baby.  *sniff*

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Tired of trying to cram her sparkly, star-shaped self into society’s beige, square holes, she chose to embrace her ridiculous awesomeness & shine like the freaking supernova she was.

Credit: Erica Kathleen

Definitely my sparkly child.

Okay, not really sniffing as much anymore because her last couple of years in high school have been like being in an endless holding pattern without ever getting to land.  I’m thrilled to be moving into my next season and having more choice in what I do!

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