I wasn’t going to do 7 Quick Takes this week; I told my husband, “I am not staying up late, and I mean it this time.” And then, as I was shutting down my computer, I remembered this bumper sticker I saw today:
What are these symbols? Other than the Keys of Peter, I don’t recognize any of them, because I guess I’m culturally illiterate like that. Is this like a Catholic version of the popular bumper sticker which many people have strong opinions about and this is not really a post about that other bumper sticker? Or is this just a different set of symbols?
UPDATE: Ha! I was WAY off – see the comments…
I’ve been using Google Plus for sharing photos for several months now instead of Flickr. Nobody in my extended family ever really “got” Flickr and Google Plus seems to work pretty well for the relatives who have Gmail accounts. But for those who don’t, it’s been pretty confusing. So now I’m thinking of switching back to Flickr. Anyone want to have a Google Plus vs. Flickr gang fight? Flickr is old-school so you best watch yourself.
This year, my two older kids go to a fine arts immersion program one day a week and it is seriously saving my sanity, homeschooling-wise. They really enjoy it, it’s not stressful in terms of requiring a bunch of outside commitments, and I have a day with my youngest, which is kind of fun. It also makes us more productive the other four days of the week because I know we need to squeeze everything into four days instead of five.
Having said that, all is not wine and roses around the homeschool shelf-and-rooms-into-which-books-spill, as one individual in particular rants about how much he hates school right up until the moment when he grasps the latest concept in long division, at which point he bursts into song. I tell myself this would all happen later in the day re: homework if they were in traditional school
I have spent WAY TOO MUCH MENTAL ENERGY pondering the Ideal Travel Journal. I actually know a guy with a cool print shop and I may or may not have commissioned journals for my kiddos, depending upon whether or not that was a special favor he is doing for me because we had him over for dinner and made steaks. He also has this zombie novel you may have heard of.
Anyway, tonight I spent a good 45 minutes in the sketchbook aisle at Michael’s. I am eschewing the need for vegan leather hand-sewn-by-monks blank paper books in favor of a $10 mixed media sketchbook that costs $15 at Amazon for some reason.
It is not perfect: The cover is ugly, and it is spiral-bound. BUT the paper is a nice weight (98 lb) and works for pencil, watercolor (IT COULD HAPPEN), and pen. And the pages are perforated, so I can someday take them neatly out of the spiral bound ugly-covered journal and…do something with them.
I also think the plainness of the cover will help me overcome my terminal case of Journal Paralysis, where nothing I could write or draw could ever be worthy of the beautimousness of the blank book in which I am scrawling. This book has no expectations of me. I am free to be ridiculous and/or bad at drawing. Perfect for traveling.
My newest laundry-folding show on Netflix is Warehouse 13. Have you seen it? It’s fun, lightweight sci-fi, about a mysterious warehouse of artifacts from the past that have special – usually destructive – powers, and the team of agents who retrieve stolen or newly discovered artifacts. Each episode involves an item that belonged to a Famous Historical Person and is imbued with powers associated with that person – so, for example, Mata Hari’s stockings enable the wearer to become a perfect seductress, and Edgar Allan Poe’s pen…does weird stuff that I don’t remember because I was trying to match a whole household’s worth of mateless socks and wasn’t paying too close attention.
There’s appointment television, and then there’s chore television.
And then there are virtuous people who eschew Netflix so that they can devote themselves to inner contemplation. Those people probably write in really nice blank books, too.
The journal thing is related to our upcoming trip to France, for which I am trying to not overpack. My kids really like to draw, and so do I, and so I am hereby giving myself permission to do terrible drawings of France, because hey, it’s just a $10 notebook.
I recently happened upon a box of unopened artist pencils, graphite, erasers, and other supplies. When my dad was at home, receiving hospice care, he really liked looking out the window at the various birds that would come to our birdfeeder. He loved to doodle and would send me cards with clever, minimalist sketches from time to time. I bought him the art supplies thinking he could draw from his bedside, but his condition soon deteriorated and he never used them.
I haven’t wanted to open up the pencils, even though it’s been ten years since he passed away, but now, I showed them to my kids and explained that we will get to use them on our big trip. Feels like an okay reason to not let them sit unused any longer.
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