Jen asked me to write a guest post at her blog, The Broken Bride.
Here it is.
Some days (often Tuesdays) the web is wonderful. I can’t keep these to myself.
~ I received a trial (print) subscription to Books and Culture. I knew I would never get any “real stuff” (read cleaning, cooking, dusting, teaching) done if I received this oversized periodical on books regularly. Instead I get the free newsletter which comes on Tuesdays and is manageable.
~ Today’s Book and Culture newsletter has N.D. Wilson’s article about the debate between atheist Christopher Hitchens and Christian pastor Douglas Wilson.
~ Cindy had a sidelink to a reading schedule for Calvin’s Institutes. My dear friend Lisa and I have been talking about doing this together for a while. Lisa moved last year and is still unpacking boxes of books. Start digging, Lisa, before we get too far behind!
~ We are moving towards a more liturgical approach to the calendar. We’ve been celebrating Advent for a few years; today we’re celebrating Epiphany. We’ve kept our decorations up (that involves a changing of the mind) and our lights on. I am encouraged by Kristen at This Classical Life who writes:
I really like the words Yuletide and Eastertide.
~ The end of the Christmas season is called Little Christmas in Ireland. The men take over all the household chores and the women go out to restaurants and pubs. Hmmmmm.
~ A friend on Facebook recommended The Book of Ebenezer Le Page for those interested in Guernsey after having read The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. Her quote from Ebenezer will make you want to get the book today.
Meanwhile it snows. My husband went to work yesterday at 4:00 a.m. and shoveled snow for ten hours (not his normal duty). He came home, ate dinner and went to bed at 5:30 p.m. One trip to see our Seattle grandson has been canceled due to snow; it is quite possible our plans this week may go the way of the snowplow. I have pictures of Noah, but it’s not the same as cuddling him myself.
The monochromatic landscape is beautiful and achingly quiet. Yesterday my neighbor took me to her back window. There were 100 birds on her apple tree having a feeding frenzy. Some birds looked drunk.
I have new and old books to read, pots of tea to drink, real work to do (gasp!), and food in the freezer. We’re hunkering down. Life is an adventure!
Oh, read this.