Have a cozy weekend, everyone!
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Have a cozy weekend, everyone!
Friday, January 4, 2008
It's like this, one morning recently I signed in to my blog and took a good look at that photo and said to myself: Yikes! What is going on with those eyebrows? Honestly, I don't know how it happened, but I swear that elves or something had been plucking them while I was asleep. Surely I could not be responsible for the condition of those brows. I know you won't believe me without proof so here it is...
See what I mean? Shocking I tell you! What? You don't see it?
Okay, eyebrows should look like this:
The look is achieved following these guidelines:
So now, here I am, a woman in her &^%$#, trying to grow some eyebrows. Maybe I'll just have to resort to this:
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Ever read W.H. Auden's Christmas Oratorio? It's from his book of collected poems. I read it as an essay more than a poem...have I mentioned how much I love essays and essayists? Probably. I think it's why I am so attracted to the world of Blogdom.
Anyway, I've tried without success to find Christmas Oratorio already posted on the web so I could share it without worry of copyrights. Instead, I'll have to hope that you may be intrigued enough to visit your local library or, if you're really blessed, to have it as part of your own collection.
Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree,
Putting the decorations back into their cardboard boxes—
Some have gotten broken—and carrying them up
to the attic.
The holly and the mistletoe must be taken down and
And the children got ready for school. There are enough
Leftovers to do, warmed-up, for the rest of the week—
Not that we have much appetite, having drunk such
Stayed up so late, attempted—quite unsuccessfully—
To love all our relatives, and in general
Grossly overestimated our powers. Once again
As in previous years we have seen the actual Vision and
To do more than entertain it as an agreeable
Possibility—once again we have sent Him away,
Begging though to remain His disobedient servant,
The promising child who cannot keep His word for long.
The Christmas Feast is already a fading memory,
And already the mind begins to be vaguely aware
Of an unpleasant whiff of apprehension at the thought
Of Lent and Good Friday which cannot, after all, now
Be very far off. But, for the time being, here we all are,
Back in the moderate Aristotelian city
Of darning and the Eight-Fifteen, where Euclid's
And Newton's mechanics would account for our
And the kitchen table exists because I scrub it.
It seems to have shrunk during the holidays. The streets
Are much narrower than we remembered; we had
The office was as depressing as this. To those who have
The Child, however dimly, however incredulously,
The Time Being is, in a sense, the most trying time
For the innocent children who whispered excitedly
Outside the locked door where they knew the presents
Grew up when it opened. Now, recollecting that moment
We can repress the joy, but the guilt remains conscious;
Remembering the stable where for once in our lives
Everything became a You and nothing was an It.
And craving the sensations but ignoring the cause,
We look around for something, no matter what, to inhibit
Our self-reflection, and the obvious thing for that purpose
Would be some great suffering. So, once we have met
We are tempted ever to pray to the Father;
"Lead us into temptation and evil for our sake."
They will come, all right, don't worry; probably
in a form
That we do not expect, and certainly with a force
More dreadful that we can imagine. In the meantime
There are bills to be paid, machines to keep in repair,
Irregular verbs to learn, The Time Being to redeem
From insignificance. The happy morning is over,
The night of agony still to come; the time is in noon:
When the Spirit must practise his scales of rejoicing
Without even a hostile audience, and the Soul endure
A silence that is neither for nor against her faith
That God's Will will be done, that, in spite of her
God will cheat no one, not even the world of its triumph.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
So back to bed I went and off to work she went. As I lay there in my cozy bed, I felt as if it could be one of those days. A day to spend entirely abed in truly hedonistic fashion, but, as you can see, I resisted the urge.
I marched right down those stairs and straight to the shower. I even remembered to moisturize and then I attempted to get dressed. Wait a minute, wait a minute, I seem to have gained twenty-five pounds since last I wore these pants! And these are my fat pants!! Oh-oh...this means war. I am so not eating those last three peanut M & M's.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Don't mind me, folks, I'll be stuck on Christmas through January 6 and, like most Mainahs, I shan't be taking down the outdoor decorations any time soon either. Hope to get to it before Mother's Day!
Speaking of mothers...this is my mother's old bicycle basket hanging out on the chippy paint fence.
This is my old sled leaning on the garage.
Monday, December 31, 2007
It really should be this one
since we're just cleaning up after one snow storm and are expecting another momentarily. No out lates for me...I'll be puttering here at home reading my new favorite novel—The Manual. Hahahaha...
One should have profound thoughts on the last day of the year. I don't. One should be contemplating the New Year. I'm not. One should be doing something. Not me. One should wish everyone a Wonderful New Year. I do!!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
and to read the manual (yes, it's no wonder that I have crumbs and stuff in my keyboard). I hate reading manuals. Who writes those things anyway? I KNOW that I could do a better job. After half an hour of that, I just decided to try experimenting. I apologize in advance because this means that you are going to be looking at a lot of awful, not to mention dull, photos for a good long while.
I experimented on objects that I already had taken pictures of (see sidebar), I took a photo of the sewing machine,
even my bed made up with my new Christmas sheets. Speaking of which, I could crawl right back into that bed...it was soooo cozy. What's better than new sheets and a sleepy cat?
Have a wonderful Sunday! I'll be hauling trash and caring for my grandmother today, but I plan to take some really awful pictures, too. :)