No.396: 2020 Gratitude // 19
No.392: 2020 Gratitude // 18
trying a new cheddar sourdough loaf
going on a nature walk with my daughter
lists upon lists that keep all my jumbled thoughts/ideas on paper and out of my brain
drinking hot coffee in silence before any of the kids wake up
the smell of rain
how the kids got right to work after new art supplies arrived in the mail
a clean (and empty!) kitchen sink
watching the sunrise through my bedroom window
goldfinches and sparrows and cardinals and phoebes
a successful last week of schoolwork
hitting publish on my 1,120th blog post
No.388: 2020 Gratitude // 17
every kind reader who goes through my affiliate links to make their purchases
the farmers who keep us fed
holy, courageous priests
taking walks outside by myself
bialys fresh from the oven
Scrabble games on the same set my grandmother used to use
a night off from cooking dinner
Saint Faustina’s diary
whispy white clouds on a background of bright blue sky
this lesson of living in the present moment
getting to use both sides of my brain with my #100dayproject
birds and flowers and green things growing everywhere
No.383: 2020 Gratitude // 16
embracing the weird wave of my hair au natural
ice cream after dinner
my baby sister
finally paying off the car loan in full!
listening to Mark read picture books to the little boys in funny accents
the rustle of the wind through the trees
ten days into my new project
clipping greenery from the yard to beautify my home
big chunky sweaters pulled back out of storage for this cold streak
sitting on the back deck with Mark
grilled chicken salads
watching the boys’ stop motion animation videos
hours and hours of playing outside
finding tiny violets and buttercups in the yard
when P says “Hi Mum” every time I come in the room
getting on the treadmill again after a long break
when J excitedly shares all about the book he’s reading
slow mornings
No.379: 2020 Gratitude // 15
snuggling with my dog
five little eggs in the nest on our porch fan
nurses who are still showing up to work, even without proper supplies
the cleaning ladies who keep hospitals, churches and offices sanitized and safe
the smell of freshly mowed grass
tiny purple flowers near the driveway
listening to the different bird calls and starting to recognize each type
going on a Rosary walk alone around the property
deep sleep after nights of insomnia
big belly laughs
library books on my Kindle
playing catch in the front yard
finding a new drawing Youtube channel that inspires my two oldest boys
starting a new creative project myself
warm sunshine on bare arms
evening rainstorms that wash away the pollen (at least for a little while)
the examples of the saints
“See Mother? I make all things new.”
No.378: The Wednesday Five #09
Happy Wednesday! Looking back at March with my five today:
A QUOTE
Faith is what gets you started. Hope is what keeps you going. Love is what brings you to the end. – Mother Angelica
MARCH HIGHLIGHTS
+ The coronavirus turned the world upside down.
+ We got a good start on garden construction: beds made, plot prepared, gravel walkway laid and some of the soil filled.
A FEW FAVORITE RECIPES
- My go-to. I start this bread in the machine and finish in loaf pans.
- I made pumpkin scones because we had a can in the pantry and they were a big hit. Perfect for breakfast.
- My oldest made these mini meatloaves and potatoes for dinner one night. One of our favorites and good for people who don’t really care for traditional meatloaf.
- Sourdough bread is back! I went back to my favorite book (affiliate link) on the subject and while I’m still working out a few hydration issues, it’s fun to return to this kind of baking again. Also: I’ve been using the discarded starter to make waffles, so there’s no waste.
2020 GOALS UPDATE
- ✔ I want to spend time with God everyday. I’m a broken record at this point, but still working through the Bible (as of March 31, I was on day 265/365). I am also about halfway through the 54-Day Novena, which has been such a fruitful and calming part of my days.
- ✔ I want to keep on, keepin’ on with our debt freedom journey. Most of our extra money went toward our new garden, but we were able to put a tiny bit extra toward the car and the student loan. Every little bit helps.
- ✔ I want to be a better steward of my home. I’m still using The Confident Mom’s Household Planner and being sick really showed me how much it works. It’s taken me the rest of the month to get caught up and back into a groove.
- ✔ I want to hand write 52 pieces of mail. I sent out 10 pieces. (Here is the post.) Current total = 34
- ✔ I want to write 150 blog posts. Like everyone else, the global pandemic had me distracted and anxious and spending waaaay too much time on my phone. I only posted 13 times and hope to increase that number in April. Current total = 47
- ✔ I want to read 52 books. A strong month for reading! Thank you, insomnia. I read 10 books. (Here is the post.) Current total = 24
- ✘ I want to take the first steps for postpartum doula certification. Still nothing.
- ✔ I want to create a family culture of generosity.
- March’s $20 Donation // We donated to our community food bank.
- March’s 20 Minutes of Time and Talent // .This is really tricky while being quarantined! Mark hosted his men’s group virtually and the kids have worked so hard as we create our garden. As for me, does snail mail count?
Q1 REVIEW
With the world as it is right now, I’m wondering if I should shelve the postpartum doula certification for now and focus on other things. Looking forward to keeping the momentum for all the other goals in Q2, because goodness, do I need the distraction!
No.375: 2020 Gratitude // 14
settling into our new routine
piles and piles of books waiting to be read
how hard the kids worked to lay the gravel path in the garden
being caught up on all of the laundry
chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting, just because
the Chaplet of Divine Mercy
a walk around the loop of our property as a family
watching everything turn green
that my finger has healed without a big scar
how positive the kids are being, despite missing family and friends and activities
the arrival of a new puzzle in the mail
an afternoon nap
a new bar of soap that smells like wildflowers
No.371: 2020 Gratitude // 13
having my family all under one roof
the progress we’ve made on our garden plot
watching the daffodils that we planted last fall grow and start to bloom
brother piggy back rides
our UPS man, “Mr. Bear”
our police officers who are keeping us safe
the small businesses in our community, who are being so creative in order to stay afloat
spontaneous library book choices that teach me something new
the amount of Masses that are live streaming on the Internet every day
our kitchen, which is in constant use
my bread machine, also in constant use
making snail mail for family with Sophia
small pockets of time all by myself
deep breaths in fresh air
No.369: 2020 Gratitude // 12
an encouraging video from our former pastor
daily recitation of the Rosary
nature walks after breakfast
dreaming with the kids about hammocks and treehouses
starting schoolwork after lunch, just to change things up
art supplies out and being used
the calming effect of cleaning
how far we can stretch one pork shoulder
waking up to bird calls
celebrating St. Joseph’s feast day with cake
that the postal service is still up and running
doctors and nurses and people who bravely still show up to work each day
In one way we think a great deal too much of the atomic bomb. “How are we to live in an atomic age?” I am tempted to reply: “Why, as you would have lived in the sixteenth century when the plague visited London almost every year, or as you would have lived in a Viking age when raiders from Scandinavia might land and cut your throat any night; or indeed, as you are already living in an age of cancer, an age of syphilis, an age of paralysis, an age of air raids, an age of railway accidents, an age of motor accidents.”
In other words, do not let us begin by exaggerating the novelty of our situation. Believe me, dear sir or madam, you and all whom you love were already sentenced to death before the atomic bomb was invented: and quite a high percentage of us were going to die in unpleasant ways. We had, indeed, one very great advantage over our ancestors—anesthetics; but we have that still. It is perfectly ridiculous to go about whimpering and drawing long faces because the scientists have added one more chance of painful and premature death to a world which already bristled with such chances and in which death itself was not a chance at all, but a certainty.
This is the first point to be made: and the first action to be taken is to pull ourselves together. If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things—praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.
— “On Living in an Atomic Age” (1948) in Present Concerns: Journalistic Essays
No.365: 2020 Gratitude // 11
how hard Mark works for our family
watching P swing on his belly
little bits of green popping up around the property
the time and effort that J and S put into their game board projects
how much P loves Do-A-Dot markers
lists upon lists of exciting spring projects and to-dos
frozen pizza
finishing another adventure in Narnia
loaves of banana bread
complicated train track configurations
reading in bed at the end of the day
surviving Daylight Savings Week