Grateful for: twelve whole days of Christmas to celebrate. Church on Christmas morning.
Sam took the 23rd off and had the 26th off before his busy hospital week started, so we had four days that truly felt like holidays… with midday runs and a whole lot of Settlers of Catan (Seafarers) and Heroica and ponies and new bicycles and more.
In the kitchen: roasting chicken. Yogurt (not in the same pan.) No more cookies. Please. Tonight it’s pizza with pineapple and ham.
Outside my window: piles of melting snow.
This delightful rendition of the Christmas story.
And in a totally different way, this quote from Winston Churchill. “Ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.”
Planning: goals for 2012. I’m not sure what form these will take. Nothing so ambitious as 101 in 1001, but I think there will be goals in many different areas: my writing life and running life and home life.
I’d also like us to get our Picture Study back on. We stopped copying the pictures (after I read that Miss Mason said it somehow reduced the children’s respect for them) with the unintended consequence that we hardly spent any time on the picutres at all. So that has to change. I’m thinking Cezanne to start…
Praying for: Sudan. The Philippines, as Mindinao puts itself back together after the big cyclone. Haiti. Emerson. Mandy. Those whose work makes it possible for me to rest.