Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Mad Men Recap - Time Zones

Ok, here goes my wild attempts at a little Mad Men recap action.

I'm trying to block the idea of this being the final season from my mind, because I always feel that the season premieres of this show keep you on your toes as a viewer in such an exciting way. I love figuring out what has happened in the time since the past season, what's changed, and picking up on all the tiny hints the writers drop for us. This season is no exception with Sunday's premiere offering some changes, yet maybe not as dramatic of season premieres of the past. It was a very well written episode, doing what Mad Men does perfectly: combining the events of the office seamlessly with the lives of the characters.

This episode's opening scene was perfect, Freddy Rumsen is back and narrating an elegant, dramatic, even profound, new tv ad for Accutron watches. I love Freddy; he's such a hapless character that you enjoyed laughing at in his less than sober moments, but felt so sorry for when he lost his job a couple seasons ago. We then see that Peggy is on the receiving end of his pitch, alone in her office. Does this mean that Peggy is finally the head of creative while Don was forced to take a leave of absence?

Alas, no. Peggy is still down the totem pole answering to a new head of creative Lou Avery. He seems completely complacent, rocks a Mister Rogers cardigan, and is happy to go with what's easiest while not shirking the creativity Peggy pesters him towards during the morning meeting. He is patronizing and rude to his secretary, the wonderful Dawn. (I'm so glad Dawn is back, I love her a lot.)

Next in the office we see Joan and Ken. Joan looks perfect as usual, gorgeous deep purple suit that is both very workplace appropriate, perfectly tailored, and is obviously a little more expensive than past wardrobes reflecting her upward move in the company as of late. Ken -- poor, patch-sporting Ken Cosgrove, has become in charge of most of the accounts in New York thanks to Pete's departure, but the job is sucking the life out of him. He's cranky, angry, disgruntled. He's come a long way from his earlier poetry writing days of less responsibility and the clarity to see the hypocrisy of the ad game. The scene where he throws Joan's earring at her missing wide left was the funniest of the episode.

Joan though, hasn't moved into an official accounts position yet even though there's a huge need according to Ken. Boo! Joan gets sidled with a meeting with Butler Shoes for Ken which she jumps at, we then see her at the hotel where she meets a very young head of marketing (the son from Cougarland no less!). It's this meeting at the hotel where we realize how hard this job is for a woman. It feels awkward, and you can tell Young Butler Shoes thinks it could be borderline inappropriate to be seen with a woman at a table having dinner. He also wants to see Ken because he wants to fire them. Joan handles the awkward situation perfectly as only she can, even though it's really a disaster. Joan is so obviously the smartest person in the whole company, as well the most hardworking one. She quickly picks up on Young Butler Shoes wanting to flex his business degree chops and heads to meet with a college marketing professor whom she ends up schooling with her advertising and marketing wisdom. I love how Joan keeps looking at things from new angles all the time, learning everywhere she looks, and stacking experience for the future.

This episode's title, "Time Zones" is clearly speaking to not only the new bicoastal nature of the business, but also the disconnect of the various characters. No one seems to be united, or understood. Everyone is disconnected from everyone else in sad ways. There are many layers of this idea of disconnection and loneliness, but in no one is it as serious as Roger. Carefree, hedonistic Roger has rode the free love train full of psychotropic drugs to it's horrible conclusion; despair. We see Roger for the first time this season lying asleep naked in a room full of other naked people answering the phone of his daughter calling. He later meets her for breakfast where she offers him forgiveness for his past transgressions. He is non-plussed and unaffected and clearly doesn't care for this new age-iness his daughter is tossing around. When he returns home drunk to the naked woman in his bed he listlessly gets into bed next to her exhausted, while nonchalantly acknowledging the other naked man lying next to her. Roger's past of blatant sin has led him to the point where even the most shocking sins cannot shock him. He's in despair, yet he does not even seem to know it.

Finally we see Don Draper about 7 minutes in. The epic slow motion shot of Don outside the airport in the land of La La, followed by the bombshell Megan driving up in a sexy little car, slowly glamour-pussing her way to him in the mini-est of mini dresses was pure Mad Men glamour. We see a happy looking Draper couple -- what is going on here?! We go on to see Golden Girl Megan and Don meet her agent for dinner and the news of her getting a role on a NBC tv show, (because everything she touches turns to gold!), then Don helps her stumble home drunk to the house she has rented in the Hollywood Hills. I thought the little house creepy and dark and so opposed to the clean, cool, and minimally decorated New York apartment. The difference between early sixties and late sixtes decor, but not a change in the right direction. Megan remains the epitome of the "modern woman" and everything Don was previously trying to escape in his marriage with Betty. Megan even throws an issue of Playboy to Don before leaving for her acting class while telling him to not rip out ads from her magazines. But I thought this quick scene a perfect example of how the Sixties, with all it's promises of happiness by just casting off the shackles of morality, leave people empty. Don shows no reaction to the magazine being thrown at him. Not only has he followed the path of lust and immorality exemplified by Playboy and it's societal acceptance, but he knows fully that it brings no happiness at all, only loneliness and self-loathing.  As Don's experience shows, simply shaking off moral absolutes doesn't change the reality of what committing those sins does to one's soul.

But, all is not perfect with the Draper marriage despite appearances. Don has clearly let Megan believe he's still working, and that he's in LA for work. Megan feels that there is something wrong, and mentions that she's "nervous". Don stoically let's her believe all this. He has been lying to everyone for so long it is a natural state. I'm not sure if Megan still thinks he's the honest man she made him to be, but she's definitely not bent on finding the truth about him and their marriage. The bicoastal nature of their marriage cannot be helping and obviously they are not in the same time zones physically or emotionally as husband and wife.

Don meets with Pete in LA who is wearing sporty plaid pants with a sweater tied around his shoulders in what must be a laughable costume for 1960's California outside of a golf course. Don thinks he looks like a hippie, which only speaks to Don's refusal to bend to the era. Last season was an impetus for change for most of the show's characters and as Don knows he must change but hasn't come up with the answer of how to do it, Pete clearly, has refused to change. Pete is in his idea of heaven. The shallowness of LA is just what he's been looking for, while the the morals which require nothing of him, feed his lack of integrity to a tee. He shows Don the LA offices while a very perky blonde real estate agent/Pete-girlfriend comes in and talks neighbourhoods with them both. I can picture the tacky McMansion Pete is looking for already.

Don flies back to New York while chatting up Neve Campbell who wears a stunning wrap-around dress. And can we all just revel in the dream that is finding yourself sitting next to Don Draper on a plane for a moment? Ok, moving on. Don has a couple tender moments with this stranger on a plane who also admits to loneliness after losing her husband the year before to "thirst". As they land the woman casually mentions her car coming for her and some tawdry proposition, but Don shoots her down, unwilling it seems to pursue adultery like the good old days. Don may be realizing that the mistakes he keeps repeating are sins that pull him down further and further.

We then see Don in his apartment watching the Nixon inauguration with mentions of war and piece which harken back to the few glimpses of tv Don was watching at Megan's house mentioning Utopia and paradise. One can't help but sense that Don is beginning to understand that he's at war with himself. He desperately wants to live a life of truth but finds himself reverting back to past habits of sin unable to free himself and experience genuine happiness.

The best twist of the episode comes as Freddy Rumsen himself walks into Don's apartment and lets us know that Don is really behind his epiphanies of advertising genius. Don has his creative juices flowing once again, and appears to be working, wanting to gain credibility again at his own workplace albeit surreptitiously. Alone, Don shuns a bottle of booze and attempts to close his open balcony door. He fails, then morosely goes out onto his Balcony of Depression and ends the scene hugging himself as he becomes numb to the cold. No longer able to numb himself spiritually and emotionally with alcohol he can only attempt to numb himself physically out in the literal cold.

Peggy meanwhile has continued to suffer at work. Ted Chaugh shows his face from California and Peggy has an unfortunate encounter with him in the lunchroom at the office. Stan of course, sees her anger, but she has no time for him. Lou continues to be completely oblivious to her talent and refuses to reconsider his previous decision. She's frustrated by the neglect of creativity and integrity of the department. Peggy has also been dealing with complaints from her tenant. She may have freed herself from a bum of a boyfriend but she's still left with a dump of a house. The show ends with Peggy returning home to find her brother-in-law who had come over to help with repairs. He then leaves because he doesn't like to leave her sister alone in Brooklyn. Peggy closes the door behind him and collapses to the floor weeping bitterly in her utter loneliness to end the episode. I think I've lost count of how many times I've been absolutely heartbroken for Peggy over the course of this show, but this scene was gut-wrenching to watch.

The critics are tiring of Don's slow progression and inability to change. But when we look at Don's character from a spiritual perspective it's clear that he's trying again and again to find happiness and truth, but by himself and only through his own power. I still believe that Mad Men will end with Don's redemption of sorts, and it may be coming through these glimpses of self awareness and shunning of past sins that we see in this episode. I think it's a season off to an interesting start.

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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Entering Holy Week

With Palm Sunday Holy Week begins. 

I love how the Palm Sunday feels so different, so holy.

And even through the wreckage that was Mass last night, including the "pom-pom" fights, the endless tantrums, the teething baby who didn't want to be held nor put down, the extended music, the long readings, and fielding 194 questions of "Is Mass over yet?!?", it still had the gravity of a liturgy of singular importance. Even through all the distractions so painful at times I thought it would be much easier to walk over hot coals than remain till after the closing prayer, the beauty of the Mass still got through to me in a simple, mysterious way. It is a momentous day, a holy week.

I'm always reminded of this poem by Chesterton once Palm Sunday rolls around. I like the drama of it, which to me is how Palm Sunday always seems -- dramatic. With Palm Sunday you can almost imagine how tangible the expectation and suspense of what was to happen next with the incredible man named Jesus. In this little poem, through a topsy-turvy lens Chesterton perfectly illustrates the unexpected which is something that Holy Week can never loose. 

Praying your Holy Week is blessed.

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Friday, April 11, 2014

Seven Quick Takes vol. 85

It's Friday, SQT-day, so visit Jen and the great posts over there!


It appears my baby has weaned herself. I don't know how the stars aligned but she just wasn't that into me for a couple days at various times, then just stopped. I have a love/hate relationship with breastfeeding, don't even get me started down that rabbit hole, but I'm happy she nursed until a year and I didn't loose my mind. I'm also not torn up about about her stopping either...yet...give me a couple weeks and some hormonal perfect storm will brew and I'll be in tears, because it's mandatory isn't it? I'm still completely unused to the idea of being able to be baby-free for more than three hours! What the what?! 


It's been blissfully spring-like this week. There are lakes of water in the fields all around our house, the kids have been in gum-boot, puddle-splashing heaven and I can smell spring. The cows have been tramping around on the actual ground as the snow glaciers have mostly melted. I even heard some meadow larks this week which has to be the first bird back and it sounds lovely. We may have snow this weekend, which makes me a bit frustrated that I washed EVERY piece of winter clothing for SEVEN people this week...so if it does snow everyone will be going outdoors in sweatshirts and nothing waterproof. And I've stashed the mittens and toques under lock and key which are not to be touched until at least October. 


I'm in the midst of Children's Clothing Turnover. It feels like ridiculous amounts of laundry. I feel lame complaining about laundry again, but it is a bit out of control. Here in Canada we wear winter clothing, boots, winter jackets etc for six months but then BAM! its spring and you have to instantly completely change wardrobes. Or at least that's how I function which is probably equal parts misguided/anal. I've also been buying too much kids spring/summer clothes and now I'm making lists on my phone and officially cutting out kids clothing shopping. 


I don't know if it's the spring weather, the mountains of laundry, Nora's teething and waking up fifty five times the last couple nights, or the kid's endless fighting this week(someone tell me if I'm ruining my children because they're even fighting over imaginary things or things completely hypothetical and thus, a new level of driving mom crazy), but as soon as they're in bed if I sit down on the couch for "a minute" and then-- Bang!-- I'm a total write-off for the rest of the night. Completely knackered. Just watching Call the Midwife or Mad Men till I roll into bed at the late hour of 10 pm. 


It's my beloved husband's 30th birthday tomorrow!
30 should feel old right? I mean, 30 year olds should have their shit together and be adult all the time.  I don't think either of us feel that way, because having small children creates a humbling effect which questions your confidence and sanity on a daily basis, but we have built a life together, brought 5 beautiful children into the world, and enjoy our home together. I feel like these are really important accomplishments for anyone, and especially at 30.
I'm also grateful for his good job, and that he enjoys his career and takes such great care of us in every other way too. I'm overflowing with happiness that we've shared over seven years together and that I love him more now than I did when we got married.

We also danced to Rose of My Heart by Johnny Cash for our wedding dance. Because we're awesome. It was not for any deliriously romantic reasons (Katrina always wins for most romantic in my book), other than it was a beautiful song that we both liked and we wanted something timeless so we wouldn't be embarrassed of our 20 year old selves down the line. At least not for our wedding song! It's really a touching song and Johnny Cash is timeless and we try and listen to it every anniversary and then I'll cry a little. (You're welcome Grace, and everyone else for this romantic interlude.)

Ok, enough gushing.


My Boston BFF Ellen from McSisters nominated me for the Liebster, and I'm the worst at these things but here's a quick shakedown for you:

Where is the farthest you have ever traveled? I haven't gone enough places. So the answer is Rome. Which isn't bad, really great actually. But I'll also admit for extra bonus points I've never entered Saskatchewan and it's a mere two hours east of me. But I've made it such a long time with this record I kinda wanna keep it alive. I have been east of here...I've just flown over all the flat Canada in between!
Have you ever won anything? If so, what did you win? I can't think of anything big I may have won. Nothing. I've won a couple of blog giveaways because I have entered thousands. May the odds be ever in my favour. 
Who is your favorite saint and why? I don't think I can say I have one favourite saint. I've loved St. Catherine of Siena for awhile, I like that she told Popes what to do. She's my bossy saint friend. I also really like Catherine Doherty because I'm attracted to her spirituality a lot, but she's only Venerable as of right now. And G.K. Chesterton and JPII. 
What is the most dominant color in your wardrobe? I've got a lot of pinks/corals, but really I just have a lot of colour and lots of colours. 
What has made you crack a smile today? Gemma asking how she could get God to put another baby in my tummy.

And that's all I've got because I'm stuck for questions.


Just a couple quick things:

I think I'm going to attempt some kind of Mad Men recap starting next week. I'll probably post Tuesdays because I'll need as much time as possible to absorb the depth and complexities a bit. Also, then you can try and illegally watch the episode Monday if you've got a social life Sunday evenings.

I'm also going to have part two of a little series on reading when you're a mom, The Bookish Mum, sometime next week, the first post was here if you missed it.

Today is the Feast of St. Gemma Galgani, so someone around here gets to have her fill of specialness that comes from her name day, but it won't involve bacon unfortunately.

And just a note to any of you who follow blogs via Facebook; if you're not liking specific posts often then there is a good chance you're not seeing the majority of what that blog posts. So with that in mind as your good deed of the day try "liking" more from the blogs you enjoy, it helps both our blogs and you by giving you much better things to read in your newsfeed everyday.

And that's it. Have a Palm filled weekend!

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Monday, April 7, 2014

The Bookish Mum: Reading to Feed Your Soul and Intellect - A Series

Welcome to a little series where I hope we'll be able to explore why reading is important to mums, how to make time for reading books, and how to find books you'll love. I'm hoping to write a couple posts here and there that can be part a series that will help us all feel a little more encouraged in making time for ourselves through reading. Many people have asked me how I make time to read, and although this isn't groundbreaking I'm going to try and answer some questions and if you come up with more ask away!

First, let's talk about why reading books is still important for Mums.

In the midst of babies, toddlers, small children, and all that comes with them like the sleepless nights, the every day need for food at least three times a day, (or if you're two years old, 50 times per day), maintaining some level of household cleanliness, and maybe even getting out of the house every once in a while, there comes the question: How do you find time to read?!

We all know that motherhood completely changes every part of our lives. It changes our everyday to the point where we have to re-evaluate all our priorities. Discovering this new everyday mothering rhythm where we find that sweet spot of nurturing and loving our babies while taking care of ourselves can take awhile. It took me until after the birth of my first, second, and even third child, to figure out my mothering rhythm where I could make time everyday for things I enjoyed, like reading.

It's good to remind ourselves that when we become mothers we still remain ourselves. Our personalities, interests, passions, and hobbies are all still there but need to be refocused. Reading can help in pursuing our interests as well as continuing our love of learning but often gets sidetracked. But once we haven't read in a while it can be daunting to get back into the habit. Or we may have misplaced pressure from our reading days at college, or our previous profession. If we begin to look at reading as an opportunity in our days to feed both our soul and mind without the pressure of jobs, deadlines, and papers reading can become both easier and a source of personal renewal.

Reading really does feed our hearts and souls. We spend busy days and exhausting nights giving to our children. Books invite us to enter into someone else's story; to feel joy, sadness, excitement when our days feel remarkably alike. Our hearts grow through stories, we see humanity in a new light, and experiences in a way that which we could never imagine. Moving outside of ourselves in this way can bring us relief on the tough days.

It can be really difficult to find quiet and solitude in the everyday when we're raising small children. Another advantage in reading is the solitude and quiet is can give us in the midst of chaos. Spending even 15 minutes while babies nap, or while older kids are enjoying quiet time of their own, or an occasional dose of Dora, can refresh us in surprising ways. The concerted effort it takes to create quiet time for ourselves is so important for our peace of mind and sanity sometimes. The refreshing of our attitude is good not only for our souls but our kid's as well.

Another way of looking at the value of reading as a mum is thinking about how we're trying to raise our children. We want to encourage the growth of the whole child;  his heart, his moral understanding, his manners, his physical well-being, and of course his mind. We see the natural curiosity of children as a beautiful gift that should always be welcomed and supported, we have the goal of raising life-long learners with a passion for wisdom, knowledge, and truth. Why then would we let our own minds flounder? It can become easy to coast through our days without the intellectual stimulation of the workplace, or ignore our interests and curiosities. Reading is an easy way to keep our need to learn alive and continue to pursue what interests us. There are always new books to read, new things to learn, and it can happen at home in the midst of our mothering lives.

We can't abandon our intellect when we become mothers just like we can't abandon other important aspects of life. We don't want to let how we look and feel about ourselves through fashion slide, or give up working out and fitness, so too we have to view our intellect as an integral part of ourselves. Just like it can take a little time to regain our confidence with style, or getting back in the groove of working out after having babies, we can get back on track when it comes to exercising our intellect.

Although we need to look at our intellects as a vital part of ourselves that need attention, I also don't want us to look at reading books as another thing to add to our already too long to-do lists. Reading should give us refreshment and add to our lives, not feel like drudgery or another chore. In the next instalment of this series I'll talk about concrete ways to sneak reading into our busy days and I hope we'll be able to share what works best for us bookish mums!

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Saturday, April 5, 2014

The Mysticism of St. Francis :: Weekends with G.K.C.

With this quote we see the defining defence of St. Francis by G.K. in his biography of this great saint.

The common and almost universal impression people seem to have when it comes to St. Francis is that he was a good man who just loved everything in a very general way. He loved animals, he loved people, he loved the poor. And in those generalizations in our minds it seems as if this bland love had no roots or connections to theology or dogma; like so much common new age theories and philosophies that blur religious ideals without regard for concrete objective truth. 

St. Francis however, like every other great saint, had a very deeply rooted love and devotion to the Truth. The Truth of Christ and his Church, one that was fully revealed and known to man in a very concrete way. The Truth which dispelled darkness and sought to bring light to all. 

I like to think of not only St. Francis in light of this passage, but also in his fan Pope Francis who also is not a fan of blurred lines and muddy theology but a clear one which speaks to all.

Joining Sarah at Amongst Lovely Things for Weekends with Chesterton.

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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Five Favourites - Book notes, movie notes, recipes

I am in a blogging slump my friends! It's official. I felt someone stick a fork in me and everything. But in efforts to cheer myself up...blogging....linkups!


Some book notes that were good but probably don't warrant their own posts -- First up:

I found this mystery novel with a spunky 11 year old girl heroine a treat to read. I hope it's not just because of my deep love of a good detective novel, but this one felt fresh, clever, and charming all at once. I especially appreciated how it was free of any gimmicks, be they bad writing or controversial immorality stuck into the 1950's like a sore thumb like so many contemporary writers desperately glob into otherwise historically accurate books. 

I really wanted to love this one. As a devout Jane fan it wouldn't have taken much, and although I appreciated some of his insights, at other times I could not get over how pompously he thought of his own "discoveries" which seemed to me the stuff of high school boys. He errs HUGELY at time especially in regards to Sense and Sensibility. He also largely misses the point of Mansfield Park, like Haley talks about here. As a Northanger fan I feel he misses the bigger points there as well. But, if you're a Jane fan you've got to read it. 


The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Oh look, I'm watching and writing about movies that came out months ago! Come July, I'll hit you with shockers like "Whoa, Noah! I loved/hated that crazy/controversial/Biblically inaccurate movie!" 

But I really enjoyed Walter Mitty. It's a visually beautiful movie, and I've been a Ben Stiller fan since the classic Zoolander. (My husband laughed when I listed that as a great Ben Stiller movie. Psshaa.) I like this take on the beauty of the common man, the importance of his work, his imagination/inner life, and it's lack of swearing is nice too.


In my Lenten effort to eradicate frivolous snacking of the processed variety I've sunk to making my own mix of flavoured peanuts. I feel like this has to be hitting rock bottom. But here's my little recipe if you like chill/lime peanuts without scary stuff, I've modified it from so many recipes that I think they'd be offended if I mentioned them so I'll just list mine. 

Combine 2 cups peanuts(un-roasted and unsalted) and 1 tsp salt, 1 TB olive oil, and the zest of one lime and bake in a 350 degree oven until you can smell the peanuts. Around 20 min. Remove from oven and while warm season peanuts with chili powder to your taste, start around 1 tsp, and cayenne if you're feeling adventurous. Then very quickly, while peanuts are still fairly hot pour the juice of one lime over them all and mix well. Once they're cool they taste good and lime-ish which is always an important thing for me. Also, if you've got better chili powder than the regular kind by all means try that out, and be careful of the salt you add depending on how much salt in in your chili powder mix. 

It'd be really nice if I had an actual picture to post because this is a blog and all...maybe one day!


Have you been watching The Walking Dead? If so, I hope you've also been reading Cari's recaps which are the greatest. Cari has done a wonderful job fleshing out themes in the midst of zombie flesh. I'm still really a bit traumatized by that season finale. This season was so much better than last, and I didn't spend every episode verbally wishing for some character's (*cough*Andrea*cough*) death so my husband enjoyed this season a lot more as well. 

I'm toying around the idea of doing some Mad Men recaps here since the next season starts in two short weeks! No one may read them because Mad Men is much more morally ambiguous for the Catholic viewer than The Walking Dead, but my I love that show so darn much and really just want to comment on all the outfits I probably won't care. 

Visit Hallie for much more substance this week and Jessica for better books!

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Friday, March 28, 2014

Seven Quick Takes vol. 84

Back with some breathtaking takes of the seven type - visit Jen for the best!


She's a big fan of always being in my arms.

It was a full week around here, if you consider birthdays and lack of sleep and chaos a definition of "full"!

Our sweet baby turned 1 on the Feast of the Annunciation so it was a very happy and fun-filled feast day for us all. It feels weird that a year can go by and yet feel like a blink of an eye but at the same time you can't remember life without that little one-year-old. I love the time bending paradox of parenthood. 

She loved blowing out the candle. It was adorable.


Almost a smile!

The funny thing about a one year old's birthday is that the day is completely the same as any other day and they have no idea what the fuss is about. So Nora was celebrating with her equal parts of grumpy-ness mixed with happiness mixed with being completely tuckered out by 6:30. Who really needs to celebrate a one year old's birthday is the parents. We're the ones who've made it through that crucially important yet indescribably exhausting first year of getting someone through life. Needless to say, I made use of her excellent choice of days to be born to have a drink and several chocolate cupcakes.


All five together for the first time since Christmas...a small miracle in itself.

In addition to the happiness of making it another year,  when every birthday of every child passes I always feel a generous warmth of gratitude. Whenever I think that I've been given the responsibility of raising precious, wonderful souls it seems absolutely crazy. Does God really know what he's doing? But the reality of the situation is that his help is evident in big ways, everyday. But each birthday it washes over me just a bit more. So it's good there's 5 birthdays a year to reset my gratitude levels.


It was nice to have a birthday during this week as it reverted back to winter around here. Too cold to punt kids out of doors for any amount of time Wednesday, I felt the cold grayness of life surround me and instantly was back in the trauma of winter. I hadn't much sleep either because Nora decided waking up at least 5 times was necessary pre-birthday, so my attitude had so many reasons to plummet. But oh, what a plummet. I wish I could say I combatted it, but really, I just wrote Wednesday off as a blur of bad attitude/bad weather. Yesterday I went to confession, a drive, and now the forecast is supposed to pick up so that means my attitude will too, right?


The Fault in Our Stars took me for a ride this week. I'm not sure if it quite lived up to the hype for me. I always try to read "Young Adult" novels with the mindset of a directionless teen, and by doing so one can see the themes the authors are trying to eek out. The themes they think they're so cleverly not disguising so teenagers don't think they're reading stuff with substance. This book's themes of death, love and eternity had bright spots but then quite a lot of murkiness. I just wonder if many teens who read it come away more or less convinced of the afterlife/love existing beyond our lifetimes. 
But I'll admit I cried a plenty. 


So you've heard about Gwen and Chris's "conscious uncoupling" right? I have no emotional skin in that celebrity couple game, as I think the marriage lasted longer than I expected because as soon as Gwen's "singing career" happened I thought Chris Martin must be slowly being tortured somewhere. 

But here's the thing I find so terribly pretentious like most things Gwyneth -- the idea that by somehow changing the name of something, i.e. divorce, it changes the consequences of the action. Calling divorce something else do not change the fact that a marriage has failed and a family is now broken. A paradox of humanity is that we crave absolutes while believing them unachievable. Marriage is an absolute. We deny it all the time with divorce, cohabitation, same-sex marriage, but the absolute truth of it cannot be changed no matter how much we redefine it or mistreat it. I always find these attempts to change truths so sad, an attempt to change our own failures or own weaknesses into the ultimate good or absolute. I understand that human need to want to change to not admit our failures is a huge driving force. Paradox.


In a Lenten effort to clean out my freezer's we've been having random meals all week by eating whatever I find and heating it up. It's been easy and I feel good getting around to this task I put off for months and months but this morning I found some frozen scones from who know's when, pulled them out took a bite and thought I had just eaten the deepest depths of the oldest, grossest, grimiest, freezer ever. My taste buds haven't yet recovered. I'm the casualty of my own good intentions. But now I know I should probably clean out the freezer more than every Lent.

Hope you all have a sunshine-y weekend!

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