daybook :: winter night

FOR TODAY {February 1, 2011}


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Outside my window...bitter cold, howling winds.  Brr.
I am thinking about Holy Week plans and Easter plans. 
I am pondering




I am thankful for lessons in humility.
From the learning rooms...we watched a very old documentary Nanook of the North for our geography studies this week.  Fascinating.  Truly.
From the kitchen...When I get to my other computer, I will have a photo of the spectacular Rainbow Cake I made for Sunshine's 11th birthday.  Friends, what do you say to seven sticks of butter in the frosting?  Oh, yeah, it was epic.
I am wearing going out clothes.  Ruffly skirt and maroon button down shirt.  I even wore matching heels tonight.  On a Tuesday night no less.  I was invited to the Coalition for Life Banquet.  An inspiring, discouraging, uplifting, maddening affair.
I am creating... Valentines with the children.

I am going to bed very soon.  Under my cozy down quilt.  And staying there as long as I can.
I am reading...Phantom Tollbooth was a brilliant book and we finally finished it.  Now we are enjoying The Story of the Trapp Family. Firstborn is reading Goodbye, Mr. Chips, Sunshine just finished Pinnochio, Rosebud is reading the rest of Farmer Boy aloud to Little Queen.  And I am reading too many books at the moment;  I really need to focus so I can complete one or two before Lent.
I am hoping for some answers to prayers. Clear answers. And for no more stomach flu in the house.  Oh, I am hoping very hard for that.

I am hearing...the clanging of chimes and the gusting winds in the trees.  The distant sound of Western in the family room where The Prof and Little Britches have fallen asleep.
Around the house I am sort of holding my breath because we had one child with the vomits last night.  Who is next?  When? 
One of my favorite things...down quilts and handmade afghans.
A few plans for the rest of the week...mostly just hold tight to the new routines. Make lots of hot chocolate, hot soup, hot everything. Catch up on some phone calls.  And drat! Return those library books.