Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words.
(Excerpt from
this post about Real Life, quoted here because I don't want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!)
- Kathy: Darling babes & halo hair. Worth the waddle!
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Be like the bird
Who, pausing in flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her,
Yet sings,
Knowing she has wings.
—Victor Hugo
Six Things to Include in Your Child's Day:
meaningful work
imaginative play
good books
beauty (art, music, nature)
ideas to ponder and discuss
prayer
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Lissa, I read that article about Wal-Mart back when it was first published in Fast Company, and have since read the Wal-Mart Effect (which is a book, though I listened to it and it felt more like a long lecture from college or something). Gets you thinking…
Posted on March 25th, 2008 at 11:52 pmI love the hobbit socks!
Posted on March 26th, 2008 at 11:08 amGreat links Lissa. It seems that ice chunk was actually seven times the size of Manhattan. Wow! That is one big piece of ice!!
Posted on March 26th, 2008 at 12:18 pmI wish I didn’t know that Wal-Mart but I do, sigh.
What I really don’t like, and probably the most effective antidote to my shopping there in the nearby little city, is that they are taking out the cashiers and replacing them with “check yourself out” stations. I know these are more prevalent in bigger, more urban areas but I can’t stand them, or what they represent.
And of course at the airport in the big city, not only do we have to check ourselves in, but soon we’ll be loading our own luggage on the plane (so the airline can then lose it for us).
I think I’ll just stay put on the farm and stop shopping :). Well, except for books!
Posted on March 26th, 2008 at 6:53 pm