Thursday, April 30, 2009
Some flowers are starting to bloom! This is a white and purple iris.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
My desire to learn new and especially long or interesting sounding words started one summer as I read a novel. I don't know what about that particular book sparked my hunger for black and white morsels, but my enthusiasm has only grown stronger over the months. I started jotting down vocabulary I wasn't familiar with on a piece of scrap paper. Later I looked the words up in a dictionary and wrote out the definitions.
This last fall I started a new humanities program called Gileskirk. It suggests that the student write in a journal several times a week. The entries should contain quotes, vocab, thoughts, and ideas about what is read. But, as you can imagine, I was having a hard time making the entries. So, I decided to expand the scope of them and try to incorporate them into what I already do for school. Curtis was telling me about his "common place" book. It is a notebook that he writes quotes in as he is doing his assigned reading. I still keep a written record of most of what I type in my posts, but I do like to share some of them with y'all.
"Marginalia" is simply "marginal notes." As I have learned to love learing and enjoy reading books with depth, I have begun to mark, make notes in, and underline in my books. Now, most of my books have lines, arrows, squiggles, colors, stickers, bookmarkS, or comments on the side. =D I have heard that "How to Read a Book," and "How to Read Slowly" deal with the same ideas. Needless to say they are on my list of books to read this year. Well, much of what I post about I have underlined or otherwise made note of in my books (unless of course they are Mom's school books, and then I have to limit myself to just copying out the selections). I basically just post snippets of what I am learning, what impressed me as I was reading, and the newest neat words that I come across (I still have a word-philia and can't imagine the day I will cease).
So that's why I post "marginalia" and what gave me the idea.
caramel syrup (Rissie and Scott)
chocolate syrup (Mom and Russell)
peanuts (me and Dad)
M&Ms (Rissie and Russell)
coconut (Curtis and Mom)
whipped cream (Mark and me)
maraschino cherries (Curtis and Scott)
We love you boys!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Across the vulnerable and shaky table, deep-set, deceptive, penetrating, chestnut eyes stare into the dark recesses of the room. Furrowed brows wrinkled in thought reflect the devious mind within the confines of his steal trap. Cracked, dry lips rest parched below a hard, hooked nose. Shoulder-length hair, once rich as chocolate, now gray and unkempt, scarcely covers the top of his balding head. Hair and beard flow together. No fire burns on this cold, gloomy night, and only moonlight provides illumination in the naked quarters of the lifeless dwelling. Carelessly coffee-stained, a white collared shirt peeks out from below a worn, plaid, flannel shirt. Gloves with missing fingers and frayed finger holes cover hands calloused from a life of deceit and thievery. Dirt embedded in the overgrown cuticles of his fingers reflects a blatant lack of self-respect. His lanky yet muscular frame sits perched on a three-legged stool. Broad shoulders hunched, one elbow situated on the table, his pointy chin rests in his cupped hand as he meditates his next move.
Pressed but not Crushed
Sweet, innocent eyes stare at the floor as though accepting blame for a crime he did not commit. Dirty-blonde curls tousled in every direction, fall just below his ears, begging for a trim. Such an honest face he wears. Such a longing expression he holds. His sad countenance expresses longing for the love he has never known. Childish, soft skin glows with the light of the rising sun streaming through the cracked window. Tattered, half-buttoned, and stretched around the neckline, his drab, muslin shirt shows signs of wear and abuse. This child works a job far beyond that fit for a lad, as seen by his bandaged hands, bruised cheek, and the trickle of blood on his temple. Bare feet reflect either the poverty or the hatefulness of his master. Shivering, he stands prepared for the approaching, undeserved punishment.
For dessert we made s'mores
Monday, April 20, 2009
ameliorate- make something bad or unsatisfactory better
"He does much who loves much. He does much who does a thing well. He well who serves the common good rather than his own interests."
"If , after being admonished once of twice, a person does not amend, do not argue with him, but commit the whole matter to God, that His will and honor may be furthered in all His servants, for God knows well how to turn evil to good. Try to bear patiently with the defects and infirmities of others, whatever they may be, because you also have many a fault which others must endure." -Thomas a' Kempis
Friday, April 10, 2009
a turquoise shirt
the boys asked me to make them some mountain-man gear, so my first project was a pouch to hold rocks, "bullets," sticks, and whatever else they can think of.
in full regalia
a gray shirt
Of course, while I'm sewing there needs to be a place for Mandy nearby too:
still on my list to get done before Monday:
a gored skirt
3 knit shirts
The Black Arrow
...and Rissie gets home tonight! YAY
Monday, April 6, 2009
Mandy went on two runs with me today. At first she wasn't so sure, but she sure seemed to enjoy it once we started. Both times we went to the first stop sign and back with stops only to tie my shoes =)
she's always playing and keeping us all on our toes
but she's resting some too, for which we are all grateful =)
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
the best shot this side of South Mountain
finishing up the last few minutes of school
reading has a very interesting definition in our house:
she has 4 chapters left to finish before she can see her aunt and cousin, in 45 minutes!!!
and Mark doing his free reading time
then there's the ninjatographer =)