Here is a very simple list of my Top 5 books to give, to read, to re-read.
Happy Valentine’s Day and Book Giving Day!
Also check out Richard Osman’s and Bernard Cornwell’s books! All excellent.
Happy Reading!
Please see the Correction on the most recent Election Connection about Renee Good. When I publish a mistake, I correct it as soon as I’m aware it exists. I apologize for any confusion.
New what?
Every thirty-first of December, I keep my next year’s calendar close. A long time ago, my mother-in-law told me that you’re not supposed to fill in your new calendar until after midnight on the first, and I have adhered to that every since. My annual ritual is to fill in all the dates that I’m aware of and begin to plan my year, both personally and professionally. I get comfortable on the sofa after all the cheering and kissing have stopped, and test out my best handwriting, and while others in the house are getting ready for bed, I stay until all my known dates are placed in their correct squares in their correct months. Of course, the first is almost always blank, and my daughter’s birthday is just four days later, so she’s usually the first name that gets written with a cute birthday sticker in her square. Then, after her birthday, I go through the whole calendar year and fill in the rest of my kids’ names and my husband along with our anniversary and then go back to find the appointments that I’ve made and listed in the front of the book. I know: very detailed and quite possibly a little silly, but it gives my year a place to start.
To begin.
Again.
I often write about holiday traditions, and I lose track of what I’ve shared already. We have several holiday traditions for several different holidays. Usually when asked about holiday traditions, the expected reference is Christmas. We have those, and I’d guess that practically all of them revolve around food, but we also have holiday traditions for Easter, Passover, Cinco de Mayo (despite not being Mexican), St. Patrick’s Day, Thanksgiving, Chanukah, birthdays, and New Year’s, and I’m sure I’m forgetting some.
My birthday this year was meh, and it was barely meh. I was sick for days before, and I wasn’t quite right on my birthday, so everything went downhill. I didn’t want a cake because I couldn’t eat it. I usually spend the day by going to Starbucks for breakfast and a leisurely trip to Target to look at the ornaments and see what other treats I can find for myself.
I did go to Starbucks for my free drink, but I got it with no ice so I could save it for the weekend when I (hopefully) felt better. The rest of this month continues in slow motion. Some Christmas gifts will be late.
Since my son was working all week, I may light the menorah again when he comes for Christmas dinner.
Our usual Christmas morning tradition will be postponed to the afternoon since he will also be working an overnight and staying at work until mid afternoon. We usually have Dunkin’ Donuts and our favorite seasonal drinks and then open our gifts. I know the kids are littles anymore but I’m not sure how they’ll feel about not opening their gifts until the afternoon. Our traditional dinner is based on my husband’s family. His mother is from Belfast, and they always had roast beef for Christmas dinner, which is what we do. Roast beef, roasted onions, gravy, mashed potatoes, carrots, green bean casserole. The one thing we don’t have is her amazing trifle – I was never able to master that. Maybe one day we’ll give it a try. This year’s desserts are two pies – one apple streussel (from Cracker Barrel) and one Very Berry or Triple Berry from a local bakery. We have a nice vintage of whipped cream chilling in the fridge.
On Christmas Eve we get Chinese take-out and the day after Christmas I make a Shepherd’s Pie with the roast and mashed.
Our Christmas cards are hung up as of Monday, but our own cards won’t go out until the new year, and our tree isn’t up yet. It seems to go up later and later each year. We’re hoping for tonight. No Doctor Who this year, but maybe I’ll finally watch Fantastic Four and/or Superman on streaming. I also have half a dozen (or so) books to read, so there is no reason to be bored while waiting for present-time.
One of the traditions that we no longer do is a Christmas Eve gift. When the kids were small, they were given (wrapped) a new pair of pajamas and a book for bedtime. That way I guaranteed that they’d go to bed, and when they woke up, they would look nice for the Christmas morning photos. We do still bake cookies for Santa, and he’s kind and generous enough to bring us stockings with a nice selection of candy and usually a small gift card.
I think for the next few weeks, I’ll choose a holiday and write a small thing about how we celebrate and what our traditions are. I’ll probably start with New Year’s next week. What would you like to see after that?
Despite these last twelve months, I am trying to remain optimistic and positive and hoping that things can be better in the coming year.
Have a Happy Christmas, Happy Holidays, Joyous Greetings of the Season, a Blessed New Year, and longer light-filled days.
It’s Halloween and I’m dressed as…..I don’t even know what. I have struggled for months to decide on a costume and have been unsuccessful. I love Halloween and I feel like a frump. Maybe that’s my costume?
My two kids at home tried to help. #3 brought down a couple of chefs hat, and I thought with my kitchen apron that might work, but the hats were too small – perfect for a toddler head, but not for mine. #2 brought out his Indiana Jones hat. I liked that, but I don’t have a proper jacket. If I’d had time to think I could have worn my khaki shorts and a matching shirt with that hat and been Karen Gillan from Jumanji, but that won’t work. He even brought out his new Starlord helmut, but with my glasses, it would never have been comfortable.
I think I’m dressed as a Canadian. An odd choice. I tried to find a hockey stick, nothing. I have a ROOTS t-shirt with their trademarked beaver and an Elbows Up pin, along with dangly fall leaves earrings that include a maple leaf, pumpkin socks, and my hat.
It will have to do.
Third time’s the charm, right?
I’ve been writing this for about a week now, and social media made me scream.
Then screech.
Then scream again.
I tried to write about the inspiration that was my writing retreat at the end of last month.
I tried to write about our road trip to Ticonderoga to bring our friends to visit the Star Trek Original Series Set Tour.
I tried to write about the hostages being released this weekend (truly, thank G-d; I’m full of gratitude).
I tried to write about my surgical recovery (which is going well).
And all I got out was rants.
Rants about fascism.
Rants about antisemitism.
Rants about mental blocks.
Rants about why do we need to eat dinner EVERY NIGHT?!
Rants. And more rants.
I decided my October inspiration would be some of the photos I have on my phone. I hope they bring you some joy and some inspiration.
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I almost always have my Kindle with me, and it often has a half dozen or so books on it, available or in some form of partially read and currently reading. The most used app on my Kindle is probably the Libby app and the Kindle app itself. Of the books in the above photo, a screenshot of my Kindle home page, three books are finished, one is not started, and the sample of Fr. James Martin’s newest book is still in the deciding stage of buying or borrowing.
Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins is a prequel to The Hunger Games. It falls between Ballad of Snakes and Songbirds and The Hunger Games, and follows the story of Haymitch Abernathy. Well worth the read, it gives some background and really shows how Haymitch became the man we see when he meets Katniss and Peeta.
The second book pictured, Jesuit Relations, edited by Allan Greer, et al, is a book I bought for research for my own book about St. Kateri Tekakwitha. I am writing a chapter on the Jesuit influence and work in New France that Kateri was exposed to since childhood and certainly contributed to her conversion.
Skipping to the seventh book, How We Learn to Be Brave by Bishop Mariann Budde Edgar was one I had started to read, but then was assigned as a group reading at work, so I’ve re-read the first three chapters and will continue as the group continues. It’s really a good view of Bishop Edgar’s memoir as well as how she put herself out there, to be brave, and to move forward in her life and her career. It offers advice and direction.
Lieutenant Nun: The True Story of a Cross-Dressing, Transatlantic Adventurer Who Escaped From a Spanish Convent in 1599 and Lived was a Man by Catalina De Erauso, the third book pictured tells almost the whole story in the title, which is what attracted me to it in the first place. It’s a wild ride!
When we were in Montreal last August, we were driving down one of the city’s streets on our way to Notre Dame Cathedral. It was our first time visiting the cathedral – it had been closed the year before when we tried. I was looking out the window – I’m always on the lookout for an unusual picture, and I saw a giant bird. Was that a bird? I asked my family. I think that was a dodo bird. I don’t know how I knew it was a dodo bird, but they thought I was seeing things. One google search showed that I wasn’t. It was really there. When we went last week, I made sure to put the dodo bird on my list of things to take a picture of.
It did not disappoint.
Most of the trip was to do research for the book I’m writing about St. Kateri Tekakwitha, and while I wasn’t able to look at documents, I did speak to some people, attended two masses, and received a wealth of information – all of it inspiring. The second mass was a surprise, and the priests were two traveling priests who said mass for the four of us in the church at the time. The homily was about Mary at the crucifixion, and I was moved to tears by not only this man’s words, his sermon, his preaching, but his excitement. He was just thrilled to be talking to us about our mother, Mary. It was a beautiful thing.
On our last day, we went to see the original burial place of St. Kateri, which is marked by an empty tomb (cenotaph) in Sainte-Catherine. I had been there before; this was the first Kateri place in Canada that I had been to initially, but I wanted some photos closer to the water that flowed behind the shrine. Water is important in the story of Kateri’s people and where they located their villages. I got there, and I stood for a moment, just looking around. I was overcome with the scent of flowers. It was so strong, like lilies or hyacinth. Hyacinth has that very strong, powerful, flowery aroma.
I looked around to find where the strong smell was coming from, but there was nothing. There were flowers, pines, grass, and a shrub or two. I even put my face into some of the colorful flowers that were budding there, but none of them gave off that smell. Nothing there could explain the scent. As one of my writing colleagues said the other night maybe St. Kateri was communicating something to me. She was called the Lily of the Mohawk, so maybe they were right. Whatever caused that remarkable moment I may never know, but it remains inspiring and wonderful all the same.
Griffins and Ginger Snaps 