I’m all done with having to ask the children to do something twice because they’re defiant or unresponsive.
I concluded last night that it’s my email inbox is a culprit in making my leisure disappear. In light of that, I hereby resolve to:
- Spend no more than twenty minutes every other day zapping emails.
- Default to using the phone instead of email to communication.
I concluded last night that it’s my email inbox is a culprit in making my leisure disappear. In light of that, I hereby resolve to:
- Spend no more than twenty minutes every other day zapping emails.
- Default to using the phone instead of email to communication.
Once it got to more abstract levels, I got interested.
— Scott, causing laughter in Carla for reasons that shall remain unmentioned
I finished listening through the Medieval portion of (one version of) the classical repertoire this afternoon. Main takeaway (drumroll, please): Eight hundred years ago is a long time ago.
For what it’s worth, though, students of Italian will probably enjoy Johannes Ciconia, and students of German will almost certainly enjoy the music of warrior-poet Oswald von Wolkenstein.
Here’s a link to a Spotify playlist of my favorite tracks: Faves: Medieval.
Give to those who ask of you doesn’t apply merely to money. It also applies to time, and it’s a fine guiding principle to those who ask to hang out with me.
Give to those who ask of you doesn’t apply merely to money. It also applies to time, and it’s a fine guiding principle to those who ask to hang out with me.
That’s the first time I’ve gone without a meal in years. First of all, thank you, God, for Your plentiful provision. Second, whew, I’m a little light-headed.
That’s the first time I’ve gone without a meal in years. First of all, thank you, God, for Your plentiful provision. Second, whew, I’m a little light-headed.
How do you decide between living an ordinary life extraordinarily (i.e., what I’m attempting with my status quo) and making extraordinary choices that lead to living in extraordinary circumstances (e.g., moving to Fishtown). The latter calls, but very indistinctly.
John 4 also prompts me to ask: Are there people I keep distant from merely because they’re different from me?
You can’t, perhaps, get living water without letting Jesus dig deep into your soul.
A note on setting Buy It Now prices on eBay: Match the highest price among recently sold same items in similar condition. No need to discount.
“True prosperity comes when you make your business the prosperity of others.”
— David Snyder (his personal mission statement)
“Set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth.”
—Paul, Colossians 3
This is way better than crystal balls dropping on broadcast television.
This is way better than crystal balls dropping on broadcast television.
Éa: Daddy, Daddy, I forgot something.
Scott: Oh, what?
Éa: I forget.
My daughter was over the other day when Scott pulled into your driveway with the kids. As Sullivan was getting out, she said, “Ma! That boy has no coat on!” I said, “You’re lucky he has shoes on.” Then Éa came out of the car…
— Neighbor Janet
Don’t forget to felt your scroll saw.
— Carla, pretending to be Scott prompting her to keep up with making a Christmas present
I tried Foursquare again last week. I’ve got to stop. I’m like a dog returning to its vomit.
— Scott
“I need a carrot.”
— Sullivan, reaching into the fridge to grab the bag of baby carrots after eating a sour gumball for the first time
While reading the Cheerios box, Sullivan stops and says, “Mom, what’s cancer?” Carla replies that it’s a sickness that kills a lot of people and that Cheerios is trying to raise money to help fund research to find a cure. In turn, Sullivan says, “Yeah, because pink doesn’t really work, right?” Confused, Carla asks, “What?” Sullivan replies slyly as if telling her something that only a few select people know, “Liiiike, people wear those pink shoes and gloves…but it doesn’t really cure their cancer.”
Carla [from the other room]: OK, it’s decided.
Scott: What’s that?
Carla: I don’t know.
“When you come back to life after death, it’s sort of like God pushed you out of His tummy.”
— Sullivan, unprompted