Regular followers of this site and/or the dudes have probably noticed that, on several occasions lately, you, ah, can’t follow these sites.
No, the computers haven’t caught the same virus that’s been bugging Q lately. Nice try, though. And yes, she’s recovering nicely, thank goodness.
Your Friendly Neighborhood Amoeba posted an explanation here; should it happen again, word will (we hope) appear there again. For all that this anti-tweeter and accidental-billionaire phobe knows, Quilly’s getting the word out via those apps as well.
Have patience, Prudence. It’s not our fault. Really.
Actually, he packed up and left already. No, scratch that — I — packed his bags and then he left. I helped him leave me. Worse, he went to Hawaii and I and here I sit in the cold and the dank, and the gray.
I think the weather is really getting to me. I can’t seem to find any cheerful. I don’t have much motivation, either. Yesterday I read two novels. TWO. They were both pretty good. Book reviews to follow, of course.
If you are somewhere there is sun, would you bundle a bit of it up and mail it to me? I don’t need much — a half a gallon, maybe. I’ll let it out of the box really slow and savor every glimmer.
I got nothing. I don’t know if I am on the edge of a cold, or what. I am not running a fever. I don’t feel particularly ill, but I am incredibly lethargic and blah. My arms are heavy. My feet drag, and trying to think is like swimming uphill in molasses. I don’t have a headache, but there is a “heaviness” I can’t quite explain.
Maybe it is the weather. The rain stopped. The sun came out — and the temperature dropped. Maybe my spirits fled with it. Who knows? The end result is — I”m incredibly tired. Not sleepy. Just tired.
I feel like I tried to move a mountain and buried myself instead. I want a hot bath and a good book and rest. If I’m feeling better tomorrow, I’ll come out to play. For now, g’night.
Okay, it is seriously time to start baking. This evening, Friday and Saturday I will be scarce — not that it matters since you all seem to be busy, too, and aren’t visiting me much anyway. A few of you are still posting and I caught up okay this morning, but I don’t know if it’s going to stay that way.
Tonight I am making cookies: chocolate chip; chocolate butterscotch; Snickerdoodles; and maybe something else — maybe not. We shall see. We shall also see if I remember to take photos. I hope that, unlike Church Lady, I remember to use my oven mitt!
Here’s a sneak peak post of the 12 Pearls of Christmas series that I’ll be hosting at my blog for the next few weeks! Please follow along through Christmas day as each post shares heartfelt stories of how God has touched a life during this most wonderful time of the year. AND BEST OF ALL … there’s also a giveaway!!!! Fill out the quick form at the link located at the bottom of this post to be entered to win a PEARL NECKLACE, BRACELET AND EARRINGS! Pearls – a tangible reminder of God’s grace to us all.
Mary, did you know . . . that your baby boy is Heaven’s perfect Lamb?
And the sleeping child you’re holding is the great I AM
I am in the middle of a revival of my used-to-be-annual project of a Christmas card sketch. For several years, with a few years missed, I have done a sketch of some image of Mary the Mother of Jesus, something that came to my mind without complete awareness of why that particular picture was needing to be put to paper. It was originally a simple pencil sketch that, once completed, I would have printed out into a set of cards that would go out to all my friends and family. Along with the sketch, however, I have always had a verse that came to mind to signify the meaning of the drawing in my mind. And so I have had images such as “Be it unto me according to your word,” as well as a more enigmatic one that went with “Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me . . .” But each one was important for that year of my life. And so I would spend the necessary costs in order to produce and mail in relatively large scales, for my general penny-pinching tendencies.
This year I did not expect to produce a card. The fact of my life lately as a boarding school librarian/teacher in Zambia, Africa, has made such projects feel rather far-removed from the realm of possibility. And yet, I have had an image in my head for several months now. I started to put it to paper, and I abandoned it for a bit, figuring it was a bit frivolous with all the practical work I had to do. But then I picked it up again, and it is now nearing the stage of completion, hopefully to be completed with printing and mailing once I arrive in the U.S. for a holiday visit with family.
What I realized is that, frivolous though it may seem, it is actually quite important. For women [especially Western women of faith], the holidays carry with them great amounts of expectation and stresses. So much so that we often get swallowed up with the hectic pace and forget to soak in the meaning. What is important for each of us, I believe, is to “pick and choose.” We must resist the pressure to do what doesn’t not bring meaning for us. And we must cling to those traditions and activities that promote an aura of true, Christ-centered celebration for ourselves and for our loved ones.
So this year, Lord willing, I will be sending out my cards—and enjoying every bit of it; and in case you wondered, Mary did you know . . .? will be the theme
About Anna: Anna G. Joujan was born in South Dakota, as a Canadian citizen, and was raised in Zambia, the child of missionary teachers. Since her family’s move to the U.S., Anna spent her childhood and early adulthood traveling throughout the world thanks to various educational and work opportunities . . . France, China, Peru, and Jamaica being some of the stops in her journeys. Her undergraduate degree in French Literature led to a Masters in Information Sciences, and to work as a college and high school librarian, and a cross country coach. She has also returned to Zambia multiple times to teach for individual families and for local schools. All the while continuing pursuing her passions of writing, artwork, photography . . . and card-production. You can find her online at http://annajouj.wordpress.com