the Good Book. an old one, albeit. but after much thought and consideration i decided to take all of our lessons this year from the beginning….Genesis to be exact. and oh, God is so good. the parallels between the old covenant and the new…the words of the mass have so much more meaning…this morning when Father spoke of the sacrifice of abel it was so vivid to me after reading the stories and soaking them in…i’d love to do something with this someday. possibly making it available to all the Catholic mamas who want to teach from the bible like this. there really is nothing like it on the market. the concept and ideas that were born in my mind were purely heaven-sent. and as for a living book, well, it doesn’t get much more “alive” than this!
kitchen help. cheerful. free. enthusiastic. this kid is enthusiastic about everything.
particularly about dinosaurs and fencing at the moment.
he wants to take up fencing…but the jury is still out on that one.
i just don’t know about giving the baby a sword.
inspired. or perhaps prodded a bit by jenn’s yummy looking pictures, i finally made some oatmeal bars. not using any real recipe in the end. they just sort of morphed together. and though they weren’t very sweet, the pan(s) was/were empty by the end of the day.
obsessed by the phantom of the opera, as of late, i stole my title from one of the songs. it keeps playing through my head.
i had forgotten how powerful good music can be and how cheerful i become while working if something upbeat is playing in the background.
it helps that the 2 little ones can still appreciate truly good music too. it’s nice that they are on my side and keep wanting “more”.
i have been wanting to make a pot roast. so i am making one in my slowcooker. it smells so yummy. with homemade bread. veggie soup and mashed potatoes to go with it. fall cooking is so pleasant!
i am so warmed by your sweet thoughts and prayers. i really hesitate to write too much about the nitty-gritty.
but then i feel guilty if my posts are too lighthearted when my real heart is heavy.
writing always makes me feel better in the end. and it is really my intention for you to feel better too when you are done with my words.
otherwise i’d feel like this whole experience of being here on the web was a waste of time for both of us.
the apostolate of the pen(or rather keyboard).
that’s what this is.
me. hardly bereft.
ps. isn’t hardly bereft a nice phrase?
using big words makes me feel good too!