Month: June 2007

  • Wednesday Words

    All these words are from Thomas Cahill's Mysteries of the Middle Ages.

    marmoreal   pertaining to or like marble -  "marmoreal Rome"

    pellucidly   transparent, translucent, admitting the passage of light, easily understood
    per (= through)  + lucid (suffused with light)  Do you notice that the prefix is assimilated?
    The last letter of

    the prefix changes to match the first letter of the base word or root, i.e.
     ad

    + tend = attend.    "as the New Testament pellucidly states"

    soupçon   a very small amount, a trace;   it comes from the Latin to suspect "soupçon of social dignity"

    prolix    unduly prolonged or drawn out, given to verbosity  from pro = forward + liquere = to be fluid

    divagations   wandering or straying from a course or subject

    shat   past and past participle of the other word.  Brand new word for this magistra.  Well.

    Photo credit and Wednesday Word originator: Seasonal Soundings

  • Introductions

    Having
    finished one book, I’m starting three. 

    Three books, three introductions. 

    Ursula
    K. Le Guin’s opening paragraph to Buffalo
    Gals and Other Animal Presences
    resonated with me.  I, too, prefer to read the introduction after I’ve read the book, a behavior
    I’ve never heard spoken of before.  Any
    one else do this? 

    Having done introductions before, I
    have found that many readers loathe them,
    reviewers sneer at them, and critics
    dismiss them; and then they all tell
    me so.  As for myself, I rather like
    introductions, but generally read them
    after reading what they were supposed to introduce me to.  Read as extra-ductions,
    they are often interesting and useful. 
    But that won’t do.  Ductions must be intro, and come first, like
    salad in restaurants, a lot of  cardboard
    lettuce with bits of red wooden cabbage soaked in dressing, so that you’re disabled for the entrée.

     


    Thomas
    Cahill’s latest book in his Hinges of History series, Mysteries of the Middle Ages, The Rise of Feminism, Science, and Art
    from the Cults of Catholic Europe
    , is a lush, beautiful book.  The type, sidebars, illustrations, yea, even
    the paper announce: this book is special. 
    I’m unsure of his premises and am feeling a bit reserved about the book.  But these words warmed me:

     

    All across Europe,
    a pilgrimage in company with others was a life-defining event and one of the
    principal satisfactions of a well-tuned life. […]  I invite
    you on a pilgrimage, dear Reader.  Come
    along with me (and many others) to places
    we have never seen before and to people we could  otherwise never have expected to know. We are surely
    sundry folk, as Chaucer would have
    called us, and we shall meet sundry folk even more exotic than ourselves.  “By
    adventure”—by happenstance—we have fallen into
    fellowship.

     

    Barbara
    Tuchman’s introduction to A Distant
    Mirror, The Calamitous 14th Century
      provided the best reason I’ve
    ever read for learning historical dates-- in one short sentence.  Oh man, this revved my engine.

    Dates may seem dull and pedantic to
    some, but they are fundamental because
    they establish sequence—what precedes and what follows—thereby leading toward an understanding of cause and effect.

    Here’s a sequence I’ve pondered, one I’ve never seen mentioned in
    print.  What does The Fall of Constantinople
    to the
    Ottoman Empire in 1453 have to do with
    Luther’s Reformation of 1517?  Have you
    ever wondered why Martin Luther died from natural causes at the age of 62, when
    many reformers/heretics were burned at the stake before and after him?  Charles V wanted to deal with Luther, but the
    Ottoman Turks were knocking at the door of
    Vienna
    Hmm.  So the threat of Islam gave
    the Reformation a small period of incubation. 
    I talked to a missionary to Turks living in
    Germany and posited this
    theory.  He nodded vigorously and said
    that the connection is something many Moslems are aware of.

     

  • Quote Poetry, Value Fidelity

    Touch of Class online catalog

    When this gift came around at the bridal shower I was enamored.  Pen and notebook came out of my purse and I copied the information on the back.  House Parts makes the plaques; Touch of Class sells them.  In case anyone has eyesight as bad as mine, here's a more readable version of the text.

    ABANDON DOUBT    BE MINE   CALL IF YOU'RE LATE  DANCE AT WEDDINGS   EAT DESSERT FIRST   FLIRT   GAMBLE ON FOREVER   HARBOR A CRUSH   INITIATE ROMANCE   JUST SAY "YES"   KISS LIKE YOU MEAN IT   LOVE MY DOG   MAKE OUT MORE   NOT IN PUBLIC   OPEN YOUR HEART   PRETEND IT'S PROM NIGHT   QUOTE POETRY   RECIPROCATE   SHARE YOUR TOYS   TRUST   UNCORK CHAMPAGNE   VALUE FIDELITY   WRITE LOVE LETTERS   EXPECT HONESTY   YIELD TO CHOCOLATE   RENDEZVOUS

    What is your favorite letter?  I love the M-N combination!  Do you dance at weddings?  My husband and I are shy dancers but we moved our shoulders and tapped our toes as we stood on the sidelines at the wedding this weekend.

  • Soul Weariness

    After a full wedding weekend we had a glorious worship service. Two other churches joined our congregation. The singing, my friendly reader, was lusty and loud.  The sermon was on depression or soul weariness.  Not a typical sermon for Father's Day, but it's where we are in the text (Hebrews 12:3-4).  "Consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you may not grow weary and lose heart."

    Here are a few snippets I wrote down:

    People often drown in despair with their makeup on.
    [The idea being that people in our midst look fine on the outside, but are truly discouraged.]

    People chew pills that God intended them to swallow.

    Sometimes our lives are like cheap cheese.
    [I whispered to my dear friend, "Velveeta."  She whispered back, "It's not Gouda."]

    If you are going to doubt God, be sure to also doubt your doubts.

    Build your happiness on reality - not simply on diversions.

    At one point in the sermon my husband leaned to me and whispered, "Gollum." Three seconds later our son leaned to him and whispered,  "Smeagal."

    Our pastor highly recommends this book by Martin Lloyd-Jones.

    The June 17th sermon isn't up loaded yet; it's a great one.  If you are interested, message me and I'll forward the two page outline of the sermon.  That's a quick way to get the gist of it.

  • Catwings


    I'm looking forward to a Ursula Le Guin  visit to our small town.  My SIL, the children's librarian, suggested I start with Catwings, in my get-up-to-speed Le Guin reading.  What a lovely, warm allegory-fantasy about four cats who have wings. When I read the first two sentences I knew I would enjoy these books.

    Mrs. Jane Tabby could not explain why all four of her children had wings.  "I suppose their father was a fly-by-night," a neighbor said, and laughed unpleasantly, sneaking around the dumpster.

    This book is a great read aloud, a wonderful first chapter book, the perfect gift for cat lovers of all ages.  It would be a lovely gift to tuck under the arm of  a mother of a graduating student.  One more quote from this charmer: "The fish in the creek said nothing.  Fish never do.  Few people know what fish think about injustice, or anything else."


    In Catwings Return, we follow the story of four cats (two brothers and two sisters) who can fly. They have a lovely life in the country, but they want reassurance that their mother is well since she has married Mr. Tom Jones.  Back in the city they find a little black kitty who has been traumatized whom they discover is their sister Jane.  They rescue her and bring her home, taking turns carrying her on their backs as they fly.

    "They half closed their eyes.  And they waited.  Cats are patient.  Even when they are anxious and frightened, they will wait quietly, watching to see what happens."


    "Alexander was the oldest kitten, the biggest, the strongest, and the loudest.  His little sisters were quite tired of him...[Mr. and Mrs. Furby said] "He's not even afraid of dogs! Alexander is wonderful!"  Alexander was sure they were right.  He liked to think of himself as Wonderful Alexander. And he intended to do wonderful things."

    This is, paws down, my favorite Catwings book.  Alexander is a normal conceited cat (no wings) who wanders away from his adoring family.  When he gets stuck in a tree, Jane rescues him, not by flying away with him on her back, but by walking down the tree step by step, showing Alexander the way.  Who can resist this cat?

    "I wish I could fly," Alexander said.  "Because although I am a wonderful climber up, I am not a wonderful climber down."

    Jane has thrived with her siblings in the country.  She wants to know why she has wings if they only stay in their protected spot.  She takes an adventure, flying to the city, where she ends up with a doting "Poppa" who pampers Jane to pieces but keeps the window closed.  The illustration of Jane's escape from Poppa's prison home is rich.  

    Jane finds her mother, the wingless Mrs. Jane Tabby, who washes Jane's ears and makes a home for her with Sarah Wolf, an understanding old woman who leaves the windows open.

    These warm, funny, charming books are worth a trip to the closest children's library.  You may decide they need a place on your own bookshelf.

  • Simple Pleasures in June

    ~ Curves
    For two decades we lived with strict symmetry,
    straight lines and angles,
    and lots of green grass.

    ~ We decided to steal some space from the straight-angled grass
    and put in a flower garden.
    I wanted curves.
    The picture below is from four (or five?) years ago. 
    I think the spot looks the the state of Illinois with an extra hump.
    I started with flowers you would always find at WalMart.

    Then my son became interested in a floral-designer girl.
    She steered me towards perrenials and introduced me to new plants.

    ~ Bellfowers (Campanula)

    ~ Lavender, I discovered, is really easy to grow.

    ~ Living next door to a Master Gardener is one of the bonuses of my life.
    Shelly grows roses on the border of our property.

    ~ First Fruits
    Last evening I harvested our first strawberries.
    I be jammin' today, baby!

    Please understand: I am not a natural green thumb. 
    Flowers and gardens
    were not interesting to me until about ten years ago.
    I saw what some friends had,
    which was a little piece of paradise,
    a paradise I wanted to transplant  to my property.

    It has been a slow transition.
    The berry plants (straw and rasp) have come from the gardens of friends.

    I'm still learning.

    But I'm reaping the rewards
    of a tiny rural-suburban-agrarian lifestyle.
    Truth, beauty and goodness.
    The good life.
    Thank you, Lord.

    Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful,
    we must carry it with us or we find it not.
    ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

  • Fine Art Friday

    500 Years of Women in Art

    What a fun video!

    Not to mention the sublime cello music....

  • Lift Up Your Voice

    We have a wedding at our church this weekend. 
    The bride's family's and the groom's churches from distant parts
    are joining our small congregation for the weekend.
    This Sunday, our church will swell
    up to about three times its normal size;
    we’re having a psalm sing before
    worship
    and a fellowship meal afterwards
    to incorporate the visitors into our
    body of believers. 

    Lust is usually considered a pejorative term,
    but lusty
    singing is simply lovely in church. 
    When the right music is joined to words of
    praise the effect on my spirit is powerful. 
    A room full of people singing with
    unrestrained conviction is mighty potent.
    Mighty Potent.
    I’m getting goose bumps
    of anticipation.

    John Wesley's directions for singing in the preface to Sacred Melody, 1761

    1. Sing lustily and with good courage. 
    Beware of singing as if you were half dead,
    or half asleep;
    but lift up your voice with strength. 
    Be no more afraid of your voice now, nor more ashamed

    of its being heard, then when you sung the songs of Satan.

    2. Sing modestly. 
    Do not bawl, so as to be heard above or distinct from

    the rest of the congregation, that you may not destroy the harmony;
    but strive to unite your voices together,
    so as to make one clear melodious sound.

    3.  Sing in time. 
    Whatever time is sung be sure to keep with it.

    Do not run before nor stay behind it;
    but attend close to the leading voices,
    and move therewith as exactly as you can;
    and take care not to sing too slow.
    This drawling way naturally steals on all who are lazy;
    and it is high time to drive it out from us,
    and sing all our tunes just as quick as we did at first.

    4.  Above all sing spiritually. 
    Have an eye to God in every word you sing.

    Aim at pleasing Him more than yourself or any other creature.
    In order to do this attend strictly to the sense of what you sing,
    and see that your heart is not carried away with the sound,
    but offered to God continually;
    so shall your singing be such as the Lord will approve here,
    and reward you when He cometh in the clouds of heaven.

  • Dress It Yourself

    When I grew up we made our own dressing. 
    Yep, it was a classic. 
    Mayonnaise mixed with ketchup and pickle relish. 
    I guess we called it Thousand Island. 

    The last few years I've been working
    towards making my own salad dressings. 
    It really goads my oldest son when he comes for dinner
     and there's no ranch dressing in the fridge.

    My SIL Valeri gave this recipe to me when we were putting
    together the rehearsal dinner for Carson's wedding.
    It is originally from The French Laundry, an upscale restaurant in SF.
    Simple, classic, lovely!!!  And good, good, good!!

    Healthy Vinaigrette

    1/4 cup Dijon mustard
    1/2 cup Red Wine vinegar
    1 ½ cup Canola oil

    Blend mustard and vinegar on medium speed for 15 seconds.
    With machine running, slowly drizzle 1/2 cup Canola oil.
    Don't be tempted to add all oil in blender.

    In a bowl wisk by hand the remaining cup of oil.

    This dressing has tang!
    I have used this on sandwiches (instead of mayo)
    and also on roasted vegetables.

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    When it comes to cilantro one either loves it or loathes it.
    Depending on which one you are, use cilantro or Italian parsley in this recipe.

    Glorious Green Dressing

    Jucie from one lemon
    A heaping teaspoon of salt
    5 (or more) garlic cloves, peeled
    A bunch of cilantro (Italian parsley) washed and chopped
    1 cup sour cream

    Put lemon juice, salt and garlic in blender or food processor.  Liquify.

    Add chopped cilantro.  Blend.

    Finally, add sour cream and blend!  Oo-la-lá!!
    The first time I had this, it was a side sauce for dipping grilled salmon.
    But it is very happy when coupled with greens.
    Zesty, zingy, zippy - you gotta love it.

    You really can dress yourself.

  • Kitchen Project

    This is the next cupboard I tackled - the Before Picture.  
    I've worked on this one in the past with my dear SIL "Organization is the Key to Life" Val.
    This cupboard is a challenge.  
    If I don't keep it up, malignant growths multiply.

    I'm pretending I'm moving - thus everything is removed.
    I found the Clorox Kitchen Wipes helpful, easy, and convenient.

    Last go around, I elevated the bulk spices on wire racks. It was good.
    But, the little spice bottles were gaily devouring order.
    We needed a new plan.
      
     
    Here they are contained.  I can easily lift the whole caboodle down,
    use the spice and put it back into its own happy little home.

    This little P-Touch guy is just about my favorite tool in the house.
    Add labels to a job and it suddenly becomes gangs of fun.

    Ta Da!!
    See the wire baskets with sesame oil and hickory smoke on the lower left?
    Ha! I feel like the Dutch stealing land from the sea!
    With those baskets of bottles,
    I stole two inches of space from the air. (They extend over the edge.)
    Easily amused is what I am.


    Two sections completed make me smile. 
    I still l-o-v-e my knives and fork drawer. It still looks just like this: