31 Days

So, as many of you are probably unaware, tomorrow is the first day of October.

You’re welcome.

There’s a reason I’m pointing that out, however. Some of the blogs I read often are starting a challenge called 31 Days of ______ (housekeeping, grammar rules, design tips, butterfly wrangling, whatever.) No matter what the topic, each day of October will be about changing, learning and growing.

I considered this intriguing idea for awhile, but the Slacker in me couldn’t really get a handle on it. I mean really, after 40, who wants to change, learn and grow? It’s more like lather, rinse, repeat up in here.

But after awhile, I stuffed Slacker back into his Members Only jacket, zipped it up nice and tight and sent him packing. That moment I decided I’d participate in 31 Days of…

Six Word Memoirs.

Yes, I’m fully aware that I’ve already more than quintupled my limited supply explaining this to you.

Ha! But it’s still September!

So there.

For those of you not familiar with Six Word Memoirs there’s a great explanation on NPR. Click here to read and listen. They can be highly amusing and thoughtful, but I don’t guarantee mine will be.

I’m going to cheat a little bit and include pictures, but essentially each day of October, aside from the title, will be six words on my day, my dog’s day, the pollen count, who made me laugh on Modern Family … whatever comes up.

The next 31 days will be a challenge for me, because if you haven’t already noticed, I’m not a super-duper regular poster and when I do finally get around to posting, I like to use words.

Words are my friends.

FAIL! that’s only 4.

If you want to read the post that got me started, click here.

If you decide you want to join in, please let me know so I can be sure to tune in to your 31 Days too!

If you decide to comment (and I would LOVE it if you did!), challenge yourself by using ONLY SIX WORDS. To quote my youngest: “But make it good.”

Click here to see a compilation of all 31 Days posts to date.

Poor Clares – My New Favorite Picture

The Poor Clares are very busy ladies, so I asked if there is ever a time when they just have fun.

They said, “Of course, we schedule time for recreation every day!”

I thought that sounded wonderful and immediately asked where I could sign up.

Uno Shuffler

Sr. Mary Clare - aka The Shuffler

How much more pleasant this world would be if we magnified our blessings the way we magnify our disappointments.

~Unknown

On Harry Potter and the First Day of Fall

Golden

One awesome summer day, back when I was young and edgy (that’s right, I said edgy), someone asked me what my favorite season was.

I popped my collar and replied, Fall, of course, thinking edgy-me would be the only person on the planet to pick the chilly and wet dawn of winter as their favorite season.

Besides, everyone knows all the mainstream (i.e., not edgy like me) Midwestern girls pick summer because winters around here are long and agonizing like the seventh Harry Potter book minus Harry.

And Hermione.

And Ron.

It’s just you and Neville Longbottom huddled together, waiting out the blizzard in a stone cold castle.

And we all know he can’t play Quidditch worth an owl’s butt.

But nowadays, it seems like everybody loves Fall.

I’m not so self-absorbed to believe they’re all copying me (and my husband confirms this in no uncertain terms.) So, I have no choice but to blame global warming. Summers around here have become marathons on the equator and, with apologies to my running friends, who honestly wants to run a marathon even on a good day?

Which brings us to Goody Two-Shoes Spring, all flowers and bunnies and worms on the sidewalk. Geez, who wouldn’t choose Spring after a Neville Longbottom Winter? Spring is such an obvious choice for favorite that I believe I saw it written that only those with verifiable residency in a desert state or Alaska are allowed to claim it.

So cough it up. Vote for your favorite season. I’m still all in for Fall. It’s okay if you want to be cool and edgy like me. I totally get it.

When you’re all done voting, let me know in the comments what’s your favorite part of Fall. Mine is pulling out my cardigans. There’s nothing like a cozy sweater to make you want to bake cookies, then sit down with a book and devour the first batch before the kids come in.

The Poor Clares

Not too long ago, I told you I was starting a project.

Well, I’m about as excited as a meteorologist in a monsoon that I’m finally able to tell you all about it, but first,

Here’s a little of the back story:

I found out a few months ago that there is an order of nuns in our community living in a building that is hardly sufficient for their needs. Among other things, they have no room to grow, they have squeezed seats into their tiny chapel so they can share Mass and the building itself is not in the best condition.

So, after saving their money for over 20 years, they embarked on a huge project of their own. They decided to start construction on a new building that would not only fit them all, but would allow space for postulates and guests.

But, even with all their savings, they did not yet have enough to finish the project. They began fundraising for the remainder, which is how I found out about them.

One night, as my eyelids began to droop, one of them appeared on the ten o’clock news.

Before falling asleep, I wrote in a notebook on my bedside table, “Poor Clares Need Money.

Now, before you go sewing me a Captain Obvious cape, just remember I was half asleep when I wrote that.

I pondered this for weeks and it just wouldn’t go away.

Before long, it came to me that one thing I can do is take pictures. Nuns are usually so good at keeping to themselves that most people have only a vague notion of what they do on a daily basis. I thought it would be nice to step inside for a few days and see what life is really like in a monastery, but I needed an angle with which they could make money.

So, after some consideration, I decided to ask if I could take pictures of them for a calendar they could then sell to raise funds for the project. Thankfully, they said yes.

Surprisingly enough, 2012 is the 800th year since the founding of their order, so this just happens to be the perfect time for them to have a calendar printed to commemorate this Jubilee.

(Something I’m sure the guy upstairs knew when He planted this idea in my head in the first place.)

This calendar will be available for sale in time for the new year. And, since I am donating my time and the printer is donating a large majority of his work, most of the proceeds from the sale of it will go to the construction of the new building!

Meet the Poor Clares of Omaha.

Poor Clares Shucking Corn

Poor Clares Distributing Bread

Poor Clares in the Library

I look forward to sharing more, and soon there will even be an opportunity for you to help too! Stay tuned.

But first, pray for Sr. Theresina and her fellow sisters that our time together is nearly as wonderful for them as it is for me. :)

We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop. 

~ Mother Teresa

Fortune Favors the Bold

The youngest proudly dressed himself for picture day and because school photographers only shoot head and shoulders, I decided this ensemble shouldn’t go to waste.

“Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.”
Mark Twain

“Let No One Ever Come To You Without Leaving Happier”

This week I’ve made lists. Cooked for a crowd. Rushed to appointments.

I’ve cursed red lights, computer glitches and slow preheating ovens.

I’ve been impatient with my children, my dog and the mailman.

But time slowed to a stop when I read this post by Gitzen Girl.

I don’t know her personally and I haven’t even “known” her all that long via her blog, but I’m sharing this with you because her writing is so filled with sincerity and grace through difficult circumstances, that I can’t help but be inspired by her.

She never feels sorry for herself, speaks of pity or seems to lack anything. She spends her days spreading joy on her blog, proving to her readers that peace and joy can and should be found everywhere, whether you’re a busy parent, flustered nine-to-fiver or a gravely ill young woman.

She is a treasure. And I’m finding it difficult to believe that I may have just read her final post.

Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.

~ Mother Teresa