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So this weekend I had great plans.  It is Kent’s birthday weekend, and I planned several nice meals, a special dessert, hiking, and general happiness.

The happiness happened, the meals and dessert did too, but not in in the way I envisioned…as usual.

Thursday I realized I was coming down with the creeping crud, and decided to call out sick on Friday because I couldn’t think about talking with the way my throat felt.  Unfortunately, it still feels like that and I don’t want to call out sick tomorrow.  So…hopefully I can get through that! (teacher gripe: it’s more work to prepare for a sub than it is to just soldier on through the day.)

I was able to get some at-home things done on Friday, though I tried to sleep as much as possible to kick the bug.  I tried to make pizza dough, but my usual luck with any yeast dough presented itself, and a recipe meant to make two 9×13 size crusts made one.  It was still tasty though!

Since I was sick, I couldn’t lead the song service at church on Saturday as I was scheduled, so I asked someone else to do it.  Then the pianist texted me and said she wasn’t feeling good so could I play?  I said yes.  My throat hurts, not my hands.

I woke up early on Sabbath (I can’t manage to sleep in! 4:30, really??) and made blueberry lemon scones for breakfast.  Off to church to practice, where we spent about twice the amount of time at church practicing that we normally do.  I ended up eating breakfast during small group Bible study.  Sigh.  Uncouth much?

I realized at some point in the morning that I’d forgotten to put the tomatoes and onions in the oven for lunch.  I also had forgotten my music at home, but luckily realized that before Kent left the house too.  After the service, and choir practice, I was feeling pretty rotten, so I sent Kent off to eat Ethiopian food with some friends and I went home to try to sleep.

I didn’t really sleep, but got up later and made carrot cupcakes with maple frosting, cleaned the house, and got ready for friends to come over.  We were not only celebrating Kent’s birthday, but also our house in MN closing on Friday, so double whammy.  Only one couple came over (and Kent’s mom, of course), which was fine, considering how crummy I was feeling, but the cupcakes and conversation were great!


Today I woke up later, thanks to NyQuil, and had a bit of a lazy morning with some books on my phone (yes, I know.  I have real books too).  Friends came over midafternoon who hadn’t been able to make it Saturday night, and we had more cupcakes and conversation.

I was supposed to start the SuperSister #leanhalloween Saturday, but I guess I’ll be starting Monday.  Since my weekend didn’t go as planned…I suppose it was nice enough, though.  And my house is clean, which is a plus!

Not sure how I’m going to make it through tomorrow with a voice though.


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“When He is King we will give Him the Kings’ gifts,

Myrrh for its sweetness, and gold for a crown,
Beautiful robes,” said the young girl to Joseph,
Fair with her firstborn on Bethlehem Down.

Bethlehem Down is full of the starlight,
Winds for the spices, and stars for the gold,
Mary for sleep, and for lullaby music
Songs of a shepherd by Bethlehem fold.

When He is King, they will clothe Him in gravesheets,
Myrrh for embalming, and wood for a crown,
He that lies now in the white arms of Mary
Sleeping so lightly on Bethlehem Down.

Here He has peace and a short while for dreaming,
Close huddled oxen to keep Him from cold,
Mary for love, and for lullaby music
Songs of a shepherd by Bethlehem fold.

— Bruce Blunt

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…quite a bit happened that has interest for me.  NaBloPoMo‘s theme for this month is “look up”, which I interpret to mean looking up something interesting to post.  The last few posts were just suggested by things happening, but I thought I would Google May 5th to see what happened on this day in history (never mind the obvious Cinco de Mayo).  Of course, I’m only putting down things that have interest to me — there was a lot more going on in previous Mays than I could even try to talk about.  Here’s the short list, then:

Now to explain what they all have to interest me!

Kublai Khan interests me mainly because of the gorgeous poem by Coleridge, which I wish he had been able to finish, as it’s the one I like best of his poems.  Probably most people do.

The first woman awarded a patent is, of course, worthy of mention in our so-paternalistic society (!), and a patent for something involving silk and thread — just gravy to my cross-stitcher self!

The opening of Carnegie Hall is a great day for any musician, and since my brothers and friends have played there on numerous occasions, it is even more special (though I have never attended a concert there myself).

The Scopes trial is of note for obvious reasons, especially given my definite support of literal creation.  Not theistic evolution or any other such panderings, but the real six-day, God-spoke-and-it-was-done deal!

The crowning of the present King of Thailand in 1950 is meaningful to me because we were there in Bangkok in 2006 when they celebrated his 60th anniversary of accession to the throne and saw all the glitter and events, if not live, then on live TV.

The caning of the American teenager in Singapore is interesting for several reasons — first, because it was considered “too harsh” by Americans, whose society that is steadily losing control over the young; second, because it was partly for polluting the environment, if even in a small way; and third, because I taught at a Singapore school and know people from there.

The birthdate of John Rhys-Davies is a good one to remember for any Tolkien fan, since he was cast as Gimli the dwarf in Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings movie trilogy, which, while it drastically changed some parts of the books and left out great swathes of material, nonetheless is a great movie set and really gives the flavor of the books, if not remaining completely true to the original.

Michael Shaara, who died on this day, is the author of several war novels, including the epic Killer Angels, a retelling of the events at Gettysburg, which the movie Gettysburg is based on.  A must for any high school history teacher or Civil War fanatic. *cough Kent and Ian cough*

Of course, being married to a Dane, I must notice Denmark’s celebration of the end of World War II.  I am glad my Danish husband comes from people who put up such a stout and constant resistance to Hitler’s regime.

And now, channeling Garrison Keillor once again, here is a poem for today by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

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The top pair of lovely Dovo stitching scissors were given to me by Kent, who, I’m told, dazzled the kind ladies at Stitchville with his perspicacity in choosing only the finest German-made steel and his determination to select such for his cross-stitch-crazy wife. The bottom pair of Ginghers were given to me by the ladies of my Minneapolis stitching group, who were very sad at our August GTG to see me snipping threads with my trusty fingernail clippers (not the ones I use on myself, of course). Lisa N. also made me the fob that is on the scissors from Kent.

My mom sent me money, with which I bought myself a pair of new brown clogs for school and an outfit at Dress Barn I’d had my eye on.

And the Friday before my birthday Kent and I signed the papers on a new ’08 Mazda 3 hatchback, black of course. I keep the Corolla, since we’re not parking the Mazda outside my school :). Now we have the American dream of home “ownership”, two cars, and debts to the eyebrows! Red, white, and black and blue checkbook! 🙂

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