Praying God's peace for him and those who love him.
My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree;
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
We were there all morning, this morning, working out their clothing. Exhausting, but fun--sort of like playing dressup with several rooms full of clothing. They took care of almost everything--underclothes, dresses, shoes, cloaks, petticoats. The only thing we have to buy is stockings.
Elder dd and I had volunteered for "Auntie School" but when we didn't hear anything we thought we hadn't qualified. It turns out that we *did* qualify--they had us set up in their volunteer hours log and everything--but somehow we were never notified to go to the first day of training. I got to play dress-up today, too! My dress needs altering, but I'll be able to pick it up on Monday next week.
They're repeating the first day of training next month, so we'll go then. What fun! It appears we're all going to be historical re-enactors (maybe docents?) when training is done.
Do you know what happened? Is there a different link to these wonderful resources? (I hope...?)
highland.hitcho.com.au
highland.hitcho.com.au/forms.htm
Great news! I got an email yesterday announcing that I’ve been selected for the new Focus Group sponsored by The Old Schoolhouse magazine.
However, I’m interrupted by an insistent dog, as well as children looking for breakfast, so I’ll have to tell you more later!
I'm giving away a digital subscription to The Old Schoolhouse magazine on my homeschool helps blog, http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/sweet2bhome.
Just go to The Old Schoolhouse goes digital! to enter.
Leave a comment there with a way to get a hold of you, and your name will be entered once. Leave a comment, and post about the contest on your blog or website, and your name will be entered twice! (I just need a link to the entry so I can find it!)
(Hey, I'm so happy to share the wealth, I'll even enter your name in the drawing if you comment to *this* post instead!)
Actually, we'd have been starting our academics right about this time anyhow, because three of us had chiropractor appointments this morning, and we'd have just gotten home in the last half hour if things had gone as planned. But two of us our sick with a miserable cold, and since I'm one of them, things are moving very slowly at our house today.
Google found lyrics at this link, and you can also download midi files (piano, organ, bells) and a PDF of the piano music there, too.
http://www.hymnsite.com/lyrics/umh073.sht
073. O Worship the King
Text: Robert Grant, 1779-1838Music: Attr. to Johann Michael Haydn, 1737-1806
Tune: LYONS, Meter: 10 10.11 11
1. O worship the King, all glorious above,
O gratefully sing God's power and God's love;
our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
2. O tell of God's might, O sing of God's grace,
whose robe is the light, whose canopy space,
whose chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
and dark is God's path on the wings of the storm.
3. The earth with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, thy power hath founded of old;
hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
and round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.
4. Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
it streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
and sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
5. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
in thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.
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Now when I go to look at "friends" I see text imposed over other text, unreadable and messy. I scrolled down to try to find a clear entry and was able to read and comment on only one.
Anybody got some advice? Does HSB not work well in Firefox, for example?
TIA.
Of course, that may be the delusions of a late night combined with an early morning, too.
Anyhow, the last two "events" I've gone out to see with only the dog for company have ended in... well, "disaster" is too strong a word, and "inconvenience" too weak, really.
The first of the two was when we went out to watch a lunar eclipse. It was about three in the morning, and though the dc had said to wake them up, they were unwakable (unwake-able?). The Dog, however, is ever ready for adventure, and so the two of us walked down to the corner, as the sky is easier to see from the intersection, where no big tree crowns block the sky. It was *great*! (I always find "How Great Thou Art" running through my head at such times. How marvelous His Creation!)
I was not standing in the middle of the street, but on the sidewalk near the curb--nearer than I realized, as it turned out. I stepped backward, preparatory to turning around to go home, and stepped off the curb, spraining both ankles. Ouch! Do you know how hard it is to hobble a quarter of a block when both ankles are screaming?
Thankfully the Dog is not a mini-anything, but a Giant, and made something of a crutch or cane to help me on my way home. That was some months ago, and made me more cautious about walking in the dark. (Whatever happened to streetlights?)
I'm still smarting from the latest misadventure. The rest of the family was watching the Olympics a week ago, and nobody wanted to go out to see the meteor shower with me. (Nobody except the intrepid Dog, that is.)
So Dog and I went out into the warm, mild summer night, such a relief after the heat of the day, and began the journey to find open sky. (I love the big trees in our neighborhood, but they are a bit inconvenient for sky-watching.)
We didn't get far--next door, as a matter of fact--before blundering into the skateboard ramp the neighbor kids had left smack dab in the middle of the sidewalk. Score: Ramp 1, Jean 0. Or maybe -1. (The street was dark. I don't know if people are keeping their porch lights off to save on the electric bill, or what. I know the neighbor's light came on when they heard the racket of our tangling with their heavy homemade wooden ramps, and the neighbor dad came out, alarmed and very apologetic. The good result was that they're faithful in moving the ramps onto the grass off the sidewalk when they're done playing, nowadays.)
I think I must have cracked something in my left hand, as it is still stiff and sore when tasked to do such things as type or move the turn-signal thingie in the car. I didn't go to get it x-rayed at the time because it didn't swell up the way my right hand did, years ago, when I cracked a bone in the same relative location. I don't know that it's worth going to the doctor--what will they do, that I can't do at home? (Ice, rest) I mean, if it were an obvious break, I'd go.
I also have a very impressive bruise on one leg. It's sort of a mini-science experiment on the part of the dc--they're fascinated with the changing colors and progression of healing going on.
Anyhow, the moral of this long and rambling post is to watch where you're walking, or walk where your watching, and if you go stargazing, it might be a good idea to use a flashlight on your way there.
Only he wants to sing "on the blog again". Silly, isn't it? I'm up past my bedtime.
I haven't been blogging for *months* (apologies to my friends). I'm turning over a new leaf, am going to start up with posting again. I have two blogs now, this one which is mostly musings, and the new one, which deals with practical matters, or as a friend of mine calls it, the "nuts and bolts" of educating at home. (It's at http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/sweet2bhome/ in case you were curious.)
Anyhow, hope to catch up on reading and re-connecting with you all, but it'll have to wait until tomorrow. The Olympics are going in the next room and they sound like they're getting interesting... and dh is due to get up early for a meeting so I'd better not linger too long. Two good reasons to say...
G'night!
Have been too busy to keep up the blog, the past few months, and am sorry about that. Every time I sit down to sign on, some interruption comes along! But my intentions are the best... (yes, I know the old saw about good intentions...)
I have a friend who's going into the hospital for major surgery in a couple weeks. I'd like to put together some freezer meals, to drop off at her house, as a blessing. I haven't done much cooking for the freezer.
Do you have a favorite recipe or two, for make-ahead meals, to share? And what do you do about accompaniments, to round out a meal?
Many thanks ahead of time.
Littlest protested. She didn't want to replace "Children of the Heavenly Father" with something else. I hope she'll come to love "Like a River Glorious" just as well! However, it was no trouble to sing *both* hymns this morning, along with a few others.
Like a river glorious, is God's perfect peace,
Over all victorious, in its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth, deeper all the way.
Chorus:
Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.
Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there.
Every joy or trial falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love;
We may trust Him fully all for us to do.
They who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.
mp3 file at:
http://letgodbetrue.com/worship/songs/like-a-river-glorious.htm
I guess I ought to explain that we sing hymns, first thing every "school day" even if "first thing" is 11:00 in the morning. Littlest isn't feeling well this morning, and I haven't been very efficient today in getting things going (though we're on our fourth load of laundry, so I guess I got *something* going), so today was an 11:00 start instead of our usual 9:00. And room clean-up didn't happen before 9 today, but sort of happened in between loads of laundry and read-aloud times.
Everyone picks a hymn, and we will also do the Ambleside hymn and maybe another that I want them to learn, so we end up singing four, five, or half-a-dozen hymns every morning. It is a good start to the day.
In the attempt to memorize good music, I've started posting lyrics to hymns and praise songs on the kitchen window. That window looks into the neighboring house, making that window a good thing to cover with hymn lyrics! (Gives our neighbor some privacy, and serves the purpose of helping me memorize at the same time.)
There's a lot to do yet, before the day is over, so I'd better get offline again. How's your day going?
I often think my mom taught me almost nothing about keeping house. She wanted her girls to have careers, and pay someone else to keep house.
But today, while reading through menu plans in the blogosphere, I realize that she *did* teach me about putting together a meal. She taught me that you have to consider every part of the meal, so that when you cook it, everything's ready to come to the table at the same time, for instance. (That means, for our house, that the scalloped potatoes need to be put in the oven half an hour or even an hour before the meatloaf, for them to be done at the same time.)
She taught me that a meal should have a variety of textures, colors, and flavors. So, for example, I almost never serve a whole plate of "white/beige food"--baked chicken slices or white fish, white rice or noodles, and cauliflower, for example. She would have had pimento mixed in with the rice or noodles, and a green vegetable instead of cauliflower, for example, and maybe even a sprig of parsley on the plate for a little pizazz. One way to add more color is to use a colorful starch: spinach noodles, bright-orange yams, peas, beets. (Yes, peas are starch. They do not count as green vegetables.)
She always tried to serve one green vegetable at dinner, whether it was broccoli, green beans, spinach, zucchini, or lettuce. (They didn't have fancy things like kale in the stores back then, I don't think, or maybe my dad wouldn't eat the stuff. She didn't like mustard greens or collards so she didn't serve those, either.) If the vegetables in the meal weren't green (think carrots or beets, which now I know are actually in the starch category), she'd do a salad on the side.
She wouldn't have served creamed chicken or turkey or tuna with creamed spinach (not saying I've seen that combo in the menu plans today, but I've done it myself). Too much creaminess, not enough crunch. Vary textures, have something creamy, something chewy, something crunchy.
She tried to have a protein, a starch, and a vegetable to balance out the plate. (Protein was meat/fish/cheese/eggs/dried beans--I hate lima beans! ...but had to eat them; starch was pasta, rice, potatoes, peas, corn; vegetable was just about anything else that grew and I didn't like, at the time: tomatoes, green beans, spinach, lettuce, carrots, celery, sauerkraut, cabbage, red cabbage, cauliflower, broccoli, etc.) There was always koolade at lunch (she was pretty healthy in her cooking, I don't know why she went for koolade and jello) and milk (half reconstituted powdered milk/half fresh milk) at dinner, oh, and at breakfast there was almost always orange juice (watered down, though I never realized it until I started buying it myself and making it according to the directions--three cans water to a can of juice concentrate).
She'd make a roast on Sunday and serve the meat for several days afterwards in many forms: open-faced hot sandwiches with gravy, creamed over toast or rice or noodles, and finally the last bits and pieces of meat stirred into Fried Rice, while the bone(s) would be simmered into soup.
Sometimes the grocery money wouldn't stretch far enough and after all the leftovers were eaten up earlier in the week, there'd be pancakes for supper. She made it an occasion, a celebration, never letting on that there were pancakes because all there was in the house was flour, sugar, milk and a few eggs. My parents bought flour and sugar and powdered milk in bulk--in 25 or 50lb bags, I think. I remember they kept the stuff in huge tin containers.
I may not be very good at cleaning and organizing, but I find I know more than I thought I did, at least when it comes to cooking.
I caught a cold this week, did my usual garlic-and-vitamin-C thing that used to work, and once again, it worked! I was over the cold within a day or two.
I am so glad I discovered that my bronchitis was caused by cleaning products.
(Singing thankful songs)
In case I don't get back here before Monday, have a blessed weekend.
I completely forgot about the Charlotte Mason Carnival, but it is going on now! I just read a completely charming introduction and links page... If you're interested, and you, like me, hadn't heard about it yet, go to:
http://www.xanga.com/SalmonMe
Hope you come away as inspired and encouraged as I have!
Edit, 9/20/07 I found it!
It was at this link:
http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/AussieinAmerica/345601/
(This is a great blog to visit, and not only for the non-petroleum jelly)
Unfortunately our camera batteries died so I sure hope I can get some pictures from one of the other families there!
When we picked up our dog from the dog-sitter, we hardly recognized her! Her shaggy coat had been groomed and clipped until she was sleek and streamlined and very athletic-looking. We no longer have a shaggy dog, we have a fashion plate! (Except her eyebrows, which middlest cut the other week so the dog could see. Cut very short, need to grow out in order to be clipped into the regulation shape.
I meant to put up a hymn and summary of our school plans for the week, but am short on time today, and also I've forgotten how to put things in the margin, and HSB won't let me log into the forum to ask how (for some reason I have an inactive account and no instructions on how to re-activate that I could find, and my email has gone unanswered).
Well, lunch break is over and I have no more time!
However, let me just say that if you are ever on a visit to Mount Saint Helens, having taken exit 49 off of I-5, stop by the Seven Wonders Museum on your way to the mountain. They have lots of books and videos for sale there, and fascinating displays, and if you call ahead you might be able to join one of the tours they conduct. Great place!
The burial was this morning in a pill bottle, with flowers and tears
, followed by a memorial breakfast of French Toast with real maple syrup and orange juice.*sigh* Writing and posting this is helping littlest feel better.
The dc are asking if we ought to observe a school holiday today as a part of mourning.
