Monday, November 30, 2015

And So It Begins

On the plus side:  I bought our Christmas tree yesterday.
On the minus side:  I can't get it to stand up straight in the tree stand, and I am out of enthusiasm for trying.  Also every time I look at it I find myself tilting my head, and my neck is starting to ache.

On the plus side:  I found the lights for the tree in a big carton labelled 'lights."
On the minus side:  so far only about half of them work.

On the plus side:  I found my Christmas cookie recipes.
On the minus side:  no one in my immediate family eats cookies any more.  That's right, no one.  Except me.  And I'm not going to be the fall guy for all those calories.

Advent is a season of pluses and minuses.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Advent 1

Ok, I'll admit it:  Advent took me completely by surprise this year.  There was barely time to breathe a "thank God Thanksgiving is over with" before the calendar hit us up with today, the first Sunday of Advent.

There are other reasons I'm disoriented of course.  I mean, come on, my December issue of "Magnificat" has been sitting untouched (and for once, unlost) on my nightstand for weeks now.  Now here it's the first Sunday of Advent AND IT ISN'T EVEN DECEMBER YET!  What am I supposed to do now, twiddle my thumbs until Tuesday?

Needless to say, the moment I realized Advent had started-- that was at the vigil mass yesterday afternoon when I noticed the priest was wearing purple- I got right on the annual search for the Advent wreath.  Amazingly I found it in the basement last night.  It's a fake wreath with fake candles- battery-powered beauties I can keep lit 24/7 without fear of the house burning down.  So, Advent wreath, check.

I have also managed to get rid of all the Thanksgiving decorations. There may still be leftover turkey in the refrigerator, but those orange candles and ears of Indian corn (can we still call it that?) are history.

So I have to say, under the circs, so far I'm doing pretty well on the Advent season front.  I suppose I'd better go out and buy a tree today, since they're predicting 10 inches of snow for us tomorrow. This house is seeing the fastest Thanksgiving-to-Advent transformation in history.

And we can thank the mistress's disorganization and the bad weather for it.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Vive la France, and Hollande for Presdient

Bon jour.
Apres les attacks a Paris, j'ai decide a apprendre le French.  J'ai ordered une course online pour a few bucks and will commencer ce soir.  Je will keep you posted about ma progres.

Je feel off to un bon start.  Et ce soir  et Lundi- le jour when un petit restaurrant francias I know of serves un page de "Mastering the Art of French Cooking,"  le levre de la great Julia Child.   Cette seems like une bonne idee a moi.  If je go there chaquce Monday je will never have to cook through the book myself.  Cette would require annees de dedication.  Mais Desperate est nothing if not dedicated, non?


Monday, November 02, 2015

All Souls' Day

All Souls' Day can come off as the ugly stepsister of All Saints' Day.  All Saints' Day:  there's that great Litany of the Saints, kids dress up, maybe score some extra Halloween candy, - it's a Party Day!

All Souls' Day:  you contemplate the Four Last Things, and not one of them is Tootsie Rolls.  You think of all the dead people you know. You probably hear mournful chant running through your head all day.  And for real excitement,  someone suggests a visit to a graveyard.  It is Not a Party Day.

I probably haven't mentioned this before but I have a real devotion to the souls in Purgatory.  I say the Prayer for the Dead twice a day (luckily it's a short prayer, otherwise those Holy Souls would probably get short shrift from me), and I offer up two specific things  year 'round for their souls.  Two things I hate doing:  pumping gas, and blow-drying my hair.

Oh, and visits to the dentist.  I cannot tell you how much I hate going to the dentist.  I figure I've cleared Purgatory a couple of times now.

I mean, I have to fill the gas tank.  I have to dry my hair.  And I want to keep my teeth.  I hate, hate, hate doing the tasks those goals require, so I might as well put them to good use, right?

And it's all for a good cause.  Souls that are freed from purgatory are grateful souls.  They will be your friends forever.  And face it, you need all friends you can get.

At least I do.