1. I’m editing my first “Take” after it’s already been published, because instead of yammering about how glad I am that it’s Friday, I need to share this awesome article about Bill Murray. Who knew he was a fan of the Traditional Latin Mass?
2. Blog spotlight: Jenny at Mama Needs Coffee is becoming one of my very favorite bloggers. So smart, so real, so funny. Her post today about the cult of busyness is fab. It’s one of those things that needs to be said frequently these days–in my experience, every time I read an article like this, I think, “Yes! I am going to simplify and get my priorities in order and cut myself a break!” And then two weeks later I’m right back at square one, in the middle of stress and a too-long to-do list, verging on a mental breakdown. So I’m thankful that Jenny and others keep reminding me of the goal, so I can keep trying until it gets a little easier.
3. Edel tickets went on sale this week! I wish I could go again, but it’s just not in the budget for 2015. But so many awesome people are going–if you are a Catholic mom, you should definitely check it out. You deserve a good party.
4. Alex cuteness: This week, my husband and I sat staring at the baby monitor screen, as Alex pushed himself to his hands and knees while still asleep. He kneeled back so that he was sitting on his feet, still supporting himself with his hands in front, and then fell even more heavily asleep! Still in that kneeling position, his head kept dropping down… down… down… then he’d jerk it back up! And again down… down… down… jerk up! It happened over and over, as we giggled from the living room. He looked just like a kid trying to stay awake in class, but failing miserably. Silly sleeping baby.
5. I’m short on material. Let’s quote a good book. Somehow, I always get in the mood to reread the Lord of the Rings in the winters, so let’s start with some classic Tolkien.
Sam was not daunted, and he still eyed Strider dubiously. ‘How do we know you are the Strider that Gandalf speaks about?’ he demanded. ‘You never mentioned Gandalf, till this letter came out. You might be a play-acting spy, for all I can see, trying to get us to go with you. You might have done in the real Strider and took his clothes. What have you to say to that?’
‘That you are a stout fellow,’ answered Strider; ‘but I am afraid my only answer to you, Sam Gamgee, is this. If I had killed the real Strider, I could kill you. And I should have killed you already without so much talk. If I was after the Ring, I could have it – NOW!’
He stood up, and seemed suddenly to grow taller. In his eyes gleamed a light, keen and commanding. Throwing back his cloak, he laid his hand on the hilt of a sword that had hung concealed by his side. They did not dare to move. Sam sat wide-mouthed staring at him dumbly.
‘But I am the real Strider, fortunately,’ he said, looking down at them with his face softened by a sudden smile. ‘I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.’
There was a long silence. At last Frodo spoke with hesitation. ‘I believed that you were a friend before the letter came,’ he said, ‘or at least I wished to. You have frightened me several times tonight, but never in the way that servants of the Enemy would, or so I imagine. I think one of his spies would – well, seem fairer and feel fouler, if you understand.’
‘I see,’ laughed Strider. ‘I look foul and feel fair. Is that it? All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.’
Ahhhh…. gotta love it.
6. Bonnie at A Knotted Life is hosting an AWESOME giveaway for Advent–don’t miss it!
7. This coming week, we are attempting our first drive-through-the-night vacation. Alex is now old enough, mobile enough, and independent enough that the idea of a long daytime drive sends shivers down my spine and makes my hair stand on end. Absolutely horrifying. So for our 8-hour drive to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving, we’ll be leaving our house at 7pm and arriving at 3am. There will be much coffee. I’m considering buying stock in Starbucks.
Have a great weekend, everyone! (She said ironically, to the sound of crickets… 😉 New blog life, amirite? Ha!)