From the Sick Bay

Oh, the joys of the flu. It has kept my poor mother in bed all day, and some weird strain of it, consisting of a fever and a sore back and knees has kept me out of commission. Robin, Tiffany and James just made a quick run through here on their way to the Mall. And here I sit, with a low-grade fever and no companion but a computer.

So, I shall make the best of it, and post on my long neglected blog.

Hum, what to say? That is the question. As I sit here wracking my brain for something clever to say nothing is forthcoming.

As I rule, I have a store of deep and thought provoking things that I am musing on at any given time. Historically I moralize every book and movie that comes my way. But alas! My thoughts have taken the very commonplace turn of trying to schedule time to practice my instruments, figure out a better way to rearrange our kitchen and keep find a better way to keep quiche hot. Even The Village failed to leave pondering for too long, though I suppose there is still something to think over more extensively if I ever have to inclination.

So, in the mist of this I get sick, with nothing to do but think, read and consider, what do I do? Waste 2 hours on watching a movie from the 70's on Catherine of Arragon. Sheesh. Fortunately, Robin and Tiffany came in, at which point I realized that I did not to be seen wasting another 2 hours on Anne Boylen. (amazing what the mere prospect of a little peer pressure can do)

So, enough about what I am not doing. I find that I am becoming quite apt at making huge batches of whatever I make, and we now have the grocery shopping list down to a science. I will have to post pictures of our scone-making ventures. It is quite a sight. We have outgrown the largest of our mixing bowls, and have resorted to two five-gallon buckets. To mix the dry ingredients takes two of us little girls, or, when we can get it, one of the guys.

To change gears completely, I intended to post this at the beginning of the year, but did not get around to it, so I shall do it now. I suppose it is something that I am learning right now

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to breakdown and a time to build up.;
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and I time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time to peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8


Well, I shall leave you with that, dear readers, and spend what is left of the evening drawing.

Merisha