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and we even had one of our kids along!Over The Rhine at The West End Cultural Centre, Winnipeg. May 12, 2011.(these pictures will self destruct...)
So, I should probably be writing about something else. Like the post about mean kids that I promised. Or some commentary on the two major news headlines this week. About those, all I have to say is 1) I'm sorry that my vote doesn't really count, and 2) Proverbs 24:17 {with thanks to Jeffrey Overstreet for bringing that one to mind}But all I really want to do is quote from Purple Springs by Nellie McClung (I've recently become a huge fan of her fiction. And Pearl Watson may have replaced a certain red-haired heroine as my "Favourite Heroine in Early 20th Century Canadian Fiction") Spring has had a hard go of things this year here in Southern Manitoba. We've managed to melt the snow only to have it covered by not one, not two, but THREE Spring snow storms (the last of which was on May 1st). So in honour of Spring, here goes... "The Spring was late, cruelly late, so late indeed that if it had been anything else but a season, it would have found itself in serious trouble - with the door locked and a note pinned on the outside telling it if it could not come in time it need not come at all. But the Spring has to be taken in, whenever it comes - and be forgiven too, and even if there were no note on the door, there were other intimations of like effect, which no intelligent young Spring could fail to understand. Dead cattle lay on the river bank, looking sightlessly up to the sky. They had waited, and waited, and hung on to life just as long as they could, but they had to give in at last. Spring came at last, brimful of excitement and apologies. It was a full-hearted, impulsive and repentant young Spring, and lavished all its gifts with a prodigal hand; its breezes were as coaxing as June; its head burned like the first of July; its sunshine was as rich and mellow as the sunshine of August. Spring had acknowledged its debt and the overdue interest, and hoped to prevent any unpleasantness by paying all arrears and a lump sum in advance; and doing it with such a flourish of good fellowship that the memory of its past delinquency would be entirely swept away!"
Now those are the words of someone who knows about Manitoba Springs! Happy Mothers' Day, everyone!
Hey, check it out. A friend has started a very cool blog project. After coming into possession of her Grandma's recipe box, she has decided to make every recipe in it and then blog about the results. Some of the recipes are a bit vague, maybe even cryptic. I think it will be fun to see how they all turn out. A good read for anyone with fond memories of their own Grandma's cooking!Check it out here.coming soon: a post about mean kids and how being a mother is sometimes not very fun.
Okay, so have you all seen this?
If you haven't you should probably make a point of it. I would actually consider going into a Christian book store to get it. (usually the idea of going into a Christian book store makes me want to run the other way or throw up. but that's a whole other post...)
We have watched the first four DVDs from our church library, which has taken us to the end of the book of Ruth. Monkey, who is now four and a half, LOVES it (Especially Cap'n Pete). And I have now learned more about the Old Testament than I ever did in Bible college (sorry, Cameron McKenzie) Okay, to be fair, I have now RETAINED more than I ever did in college. (If Cameron McKenzie had taught with catchy little songs that would have been a different story. "Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers/Read a little everyday before you slumber/Cap it all of with a trip through Deuteronomy/Deuteronomy, Deuteronomy")
So there's my recommendation of the day. Enjoy!
Apparently Monkey has no moral qualms about eating meat. (which he shouldn't because the small amount of meat that we do eat comes from farmers we know and has been raised ethically...) The other day we were eating bacon and he lifted a forkful in the air and shouted, gleefully, "PIG!"
Maybe I should worry a little bit though, because today we had this conversation:
Monkey: (while shaking a small toy dog around in a small container) I am frying this dog in my frying pan.
Me: Why?
Monkey: I eat Dog Meat!
If you are like me, you probably find that two hands are often not enough. So, like me, you probably sometimes hold things in your mouth to compensate.
Word of warning, then -
Don't hold duct tape in your mouth, even for a fraction of a second. It will take a layer of skin off your lips like nobody's business. Take my word for it.
If we were actually well for more than two weeks THAT would be news worthy. The Little One is completely miserable with a cold. He is leaking like a bad faucet and can't nurse because he can't breathe through his nose. Poor thing. And Monkey and I are both under the weather too. (The Music Man, as usual, is right as rain. He's Super-Immunity-Man.)
So, I just wanted to stop in and say, "I have some really good blog posts in my head, but no chance to sit down and write them." Soon. I hope.
(I think our next computer needs to be a laptop...)