A cousin offered to teach me how to quilt. I've been wanting to learn for a long time, but I have trouble learning crafts out of books, so have been hoping for someone to teach me in person. But she warned me that it's a very expensive hobby, and I might be better off not even getting into it. Any thoughts?
The pediatrician told me we should start cleaning Stella's two teeth that she currently has. Ugh, I know. And I should also be helping Sly to brush his twice a day. But I find it impossible to remember! We really need to make it part of the routine somehow. Also, I find brushing children's teeth to be very frustrating. When they're really little, they just munch on the brush the whole time. And then they get older, and make you lift them up to the sink every ten seconds to spit! (our bathroom is literally too small to fit a stool)
A friend posted this article: Dressing Down a Culture for Refusing to Dress Up. The author teaches a course called "A Nation of Slobs" - ha! I would definitely be interested in that. I'm sure it would confirm my observations about people being much too informal these days.
Tom just came in and said, "Ugh! You're working on your blog?!" but didn't ask me to stop. He's busy downstairs again sanding and staining a (solid wood!) dresser my dad trash-picked for us. Obviously, I am also doing very important and productive things upstairs.
When my dad's mother died, she left behind a type-written memoir. It's fairly short, but a treasure trove of special memories and family stories. She hadn't told anyone she was writing it. It was found in a desk drawer when her kids were cleaning things out after her death. Recently, I took it upon myself to type up the whole thing on the computer, so an electronic version would exist, and it could be shared with the whole family. People have really been excited to read it, and many people have said how happy they are that she took the time to record these things. I fully agree.
Re-reading it has been such a pleasure. It's helped me to "know" my grandmother and grandfather better, and to love them even more (both died when I was a child). I just love how their personalities come out in some of the passages. Here's Gram talking about an incident just a few weeks after they'd met, as co-workers:
When we left, he grabbed another cab and we took Pat home to Oakland and then went to my house. On the way, he grabbed me and kissed me and said, “I had a great time and I want you to do me a favor. I want you to promise to go steady with me from now on because I love you and intend to marry you.” I said, “Man you must be drunker than you look or else you are the biggest wolf I know.”
He insisted he was serious so I told him to go home and sleep it off and he would feel better in the morning. I got out of the cab and went right in the house without saying goodnight. He apologized the next morning for scaring me but said he meant every word he said.
|A couple years later...|
It's made me think, though, about what kind of records will be left of my life when I die. Between the ages of eight and twenty-four, I kept a number of diaries. I still have them all in a drawer of the filing cabinet. It's been a while since I've read them, but I know that a lot of the stuff in there is personal, embarrassing, and simply...not stuff I would actually want my kids reading some day. It's not that I intend to leave anyone with a false impression of me. But I'm not sure that it's a good thing to share all the details of my particular sins and temptations. Hmm...I don't know...just something I've been thinking about.
My Catholic Moms group has regular bookgroup meetings. We just finished our latest book (Maria Von Trapp's Yesterday, Today, and Forever - a great read!) and need suggestions for the next one. Any ideas?
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