We Catholic Christians are in Holy Week right now, and just entered the Easter Triduum. I haven't focused on this week terribly much blog-wise as of yet, partly because last year was so... intense.
But with today's theme, I couldn't think of a better topic to reflect on then the tremendous paradox sung in the Exsultet on the biggest feast of the year: the Easter Vigil (yes that's this Saturday night, so I'm a little ahead of myself.)
"O happy fault, that earned for us so great, so glorious a Redeemer."
How many times has God brought good out of evil in our lives? And I wonder how He will continue to do so... I definitely experienced that last year. I'm not sure I'm at the point where I could say "O happy loss," but I rejoice that my daughter is experiencing "so great and so glorious" a life right now. Sorrow and joy entwined, to become pure joy in the future.
Speaking of "O's," here's the song that will be sung in churches around the world tonight, Holy Thursday, as we celebrate the Institution of the Eucharist. I particularly enjoy being Catholic during this time of year...
"O Job, stand and consider the wondrous works of God." Job 37:14
I'm gonna stoop to a new low and "reblog" a post here, the one I wrote last year about my Nana when she turned 97 (if you're a math type, yes, that means she just turned 98!) She has a fascinating life story, and the post has a recording of my grandfather and hersinging when they were young and silly. :)
I would appreciate your prayers for my Nana, and my Dad. Finally, after nearly a century, her mind is slowly succumbing to dementia. Peace for her as she prepares to go Home.
"Now let your servant depart in peace, according to your word." Luke 2:29
I would like to thank Grace and Gusto, God, and every reader who ever remotely considered nominating me for a blog award, for my recent nomination for a Liebster Award! After languidly basking in the pink glow of newfound fame, I decided to share this award with others, which is what I supposed to do in the first place: this award is an informal way for bloggers to learn more about each other, discover new blogs, and perhaps gain a few new readers in the process.
To accept this award, I'm supposed to answer a series of questions:
1. What's your favorite thing about where you live?
The sea, seafood, and non-freezing seasons, and the history, arts, culture, people, flower, and fauna of Rhode Island. Least favorite thing would be the politics and corruption... :P 2. What is your favorite post you've ever written? (leave a link!)
3. When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A crossing guard, like I just blogged about yesterday lol. I totally should have gone with it. Know what I said about politics and corruption above? They all favor crossing guards, at least in my city... these savvy people have amazing pay and benefits, so I'm told. See? Every career decision you need to make is made in Kindergarten, sigh...
4. What was the first blog you started reading?
"This Fish Needs A Bicycle." I may not agree with all her views, but I thought, and think, her style is hilarious. 5. What movie do you think should have a sequel?
Pollyanna. Cuz c'mon, haven't you always wanted to know, for sure, she'd be able to walk again? Or how she'd handle it if she couldn't? Biggest childhood cliffhanger of all time, man... A second would be Mary Poppins... she and Bert need to get married and have kids that fly on umbrellas!
(No, I don't get out to the movies much; why do you ask?) 6. If you could be a member of any TV-sitcom family or group, which would it be? On "Survivor: Spa in Milan," where I'm the youngest, strongest, and smartest. Yeah, that, I guess...
7. What's your favorite song? "At Last I See the Light" in Tangled. At least that's today's favorite... All time favorite, very well:
8. What is the worst job you've ever had? Cold calling for a beauty product home business. Ughhhhhhhhh 9. Do you collect anything? Seashells. And unmatched socks, apparently. 10. What is the best compliment anyone has ever given you? "Mom, youwa my best fwend." 11. How far away from your birthplace do you live now? Five minutes. :D We don't migrate, we Rhode Islanders, not really. We are born with homing instincts. I lived in the south for three years, and in Europe for two semesters, but I ended up living a street away from the one I grew up on.
11 Random Facts About Me:
1. I love enormous bathrobes and candles, as I am usually cold.
2. Red is my favorite color.
3. I'm terrified of bees and sharks. As I kid, I ran inside in a panic whenever I heard buzzing (my poor mom), and would cry for fear a shark would appear in my bathtub. My kids now run squealing with me when bees are around, and laugh at me for being afraid of sharks in the bathtub. They are afraid of puppets, instead, which makes so much more sense, right?
4. I've been in love three times, not counting the time I discerned entering the convent. :) I consider God to be my first and best love. :) 5. I grew up without TV, and was homeschooled from 6th-12th grade. I learned a lot academically, but I was ever so slightly "sheltered."
6. I spent my first year of married life in Austria, in a dorm room, using a common kitchen with several European students who all wanted to learn English. Thus, I know a very little of several different languages, about enough to say hello, goodbye, order coffee, and find a bathroom. :)
7. C.S.Lewis is my all time favorite author.
8. I prefer coffee to alcohol, easily.
9. I sleep holding a large panda. It helps my back. You see, I have a rare and severe arthritis in my back, bad enough to qualify me--so far--with a handicapped parking permit till 2020, woot woot! I only use it when there are 16 empty spots though, or when I wake up truly feeling 82.
10. On the days that I don't feel 82, and the med du jour is actually doing something other than causing liver damage or threatening lymphoma, I love ziplining. I want to try a longer, tree top tour sometime... I also like white water rafting... well I liked the level 3's anyway.
11. I believe that God loves absolutely everyone.
My 11 Nominees:
(I’m not sure how to tell if they have less than 200 followers unless it’s displayed on their page, so some of these are assumptions.)
New nominees, kindly answer the questions I answered above for yourself; I look forward to reading them!
11 questions for the new nominees:
1. What made you decide to begin blogging? 2. If you could switch places with someone for a day, who would it be? 3. Where would you most like to travel? 4. What is your all-time favorite blog post (leave a link)? 5. What is your favorite book or movie and why? 6. Who do you consider a role model? 7. If you won a million dollars, what is the first thing you would buy?
8. What is your favorite hobby or pastime?
9. What's the worst job you ever had?
10.What is your favorite meal, or what is the weirdest food you have ever eaten?
11. What is one thing you would change about your life?
So there you have it! It's been a lot of fun putting this together, and I can't wait to read the responses! Thanks again for the nomination, Grace and Gusto! :)
"Like apples of gold in settings of silver Is the right word spoken at the right time." Proverbs 25:11
She always wore gloves and a hat. And a bright yellow vest. Daily, when I crossed the street before and after school, she would either start singing, "Here she is, Miss America" or would say, "And how are my little and big bundles of joy doing today?" Then, as I was scooting across the street as quickly as my plaid-uniformed self with green-kneehighed legs would carry me, she would sing the following song (insert eye roll here):
Rita was a sweet-natured crossing guard, and she seemed elderly... then again, I was six when I met her, so she was probably actually in her 30's. But I'm pretty sure her singing "my song" daily for my six years of regular elementary school may have accounted for my dislike of my nickname.
Personally, I wouldn't name anyone "Katie." I don't hate it, but meh, you know? Plus... that song...
Oh yes. And my mother was fond of pointing out any unusually bright green, unidentified insect as, "Look, Katie! It's a katydid!Just like your name!" Oh. Yay.
Free stock photo from Wikimedia
This would then be followed by my brother shrieking "Katy DID! Katy DIDN'T! Katy DID! etc etc etc"
I thought my real name was pretty cool though. "Katherine." I was named after the original Katherine of Alexandria (so I'm told.) The one Catherine of Siena was also named after, as I was told at one point. I happily "grandfather" her in as my patroness as well, as I feel I need all the intercessory help I can get these days...
When I went to college, I determined I would be known as "Katherine." I believe this lasted all of two days. I had a friend, born on the same day and same year as me, who was also "Catherine." My peers decided it would be much too confusing to have two of us, and thus I should henceforth be called "Katie."
Fast-forward five years. I'm head teacher at a Montessori school, and I've got all these adorable three and four years olds lisping out "Miss Kafwin." I loved it.
Until my mother-in-law got wind of my preference, and began called me "Katherine." She still calls me "Katherine." Always with a hard emphasis on the first syllable of "Katherine." As in "KAtherine, I can't believe you are doing that. You should be more careful, KAtherine. KAtherine, isn't it high time for these young'uns to have a nap? KAtherine, haven't you heard that ultrasounds cause autism? KAtherine, why aren't you staying for dinner?"
And it was this experience which gave me a renewed appreciation of the name I was called from childhood.
You may call me "Katie." It's really not so bad after all.
(To my knowledge, my mother-in-law has not yet discovered that I blog. If she does, the following verse may prove appropos):
"King David heard all this, and was furious." 2 Samuel 13:21
P.S. My husband mentioned that the above could be considered "harsh." Oh dear. Then ignore last verse. Don't worry, I will fix it! Here's what I meant to say:
"Knower of the hearts of all [is the Lord]." Acts 1:24
Don't bother googling it (I tried)... if you do you'll get hunter horses in shows or suicides in New York. But the definition I learned of "jumper queen" was the not-so-nice description of the (supposed) favorite clothing choice of a homeschooling female.
I have no idea what people are talking about. Just look at this high-quality photo of a perfectly normal ultra-Catholic homeschooling family--myself and my siblings--circa 1990.
Yesterday was "sibling day" and I had the opportunity to rifle through old photos and so got to enjoy this one again... Clearly, I was. rather, a" puffed-sleeve princess", and there's the proof.:)
I'm currently dressed in a worn and fluffy bathrobe, with no hope :( of attending the culminating event of my first wonderful homeschool co-op, full of (actually) fashionably dressed moms. Hubby will soon be taking all the kids out while I convalesce from the honest-to-goodness flu, test-confirmed this afternoon along with a sinus infection. Yes, in April. And yes, I had the flu shot, had to because I volunteer at a hospital. Draw your own conclusions (grumble growl sulk).
This is my fourth "get in bed and stay there" germ I've gotten in five months. I really, really hope I will now be immune to everything, because Moms don't get sick days, you know?
Gonna rest my pounding head...will really write again someday soon, really. Ughhhhh
"Just as Christ is risen from the dead by the glory of the Father,
so we also may walk in newness of life." Romans 6:4