I’m going to consolidate this blog into Riparians.  (Long story behind how I ended up with two blogs in the first place.  Like most of the best things in my life, it just sorta happened.)    In time I will get my links moved over and all that, but I’m going to go ahead and start posting only there.  Same amount (chuckle chuckle) of  Homeschooling, Castle News, Catholic Topics, etc., just over at the other place.

Happy New Year.

Jen.

Annual Reminder:  The on-line Catholic Writer’s Conference is coming up again, Feb 26-Mar 10.

To review:  It is free, it is helpful, it is open to any catholic writer, aspiring or accomplished.  You can participate as much or as little as you want.

Great event, highly recommended.  Go register.

Amid back-to-school busyness, a respectable dose of sadness (please pray for Hank Holder), and plenty of very good things, I would like to pause and report:

I love, love, love the “Happy Working Song” from the movie Enchanted.

Fun movie, by the way.  But that song — wow, has to be one of my favorite movie scenes of all time.  If you’ve ever struggled with conflicting emotions towards Snow White or Maria von Trapp, here is your scene.

(This version has a short intro you might not need, but it plays the whole song.)

I’m a new reader to Eric Sammon’s blog, The Divine Life.  He recently compiled a list of his top-ten posts for the past year, and I thought this one was mighty enjoyable:  Really Catholic and Uber Catholic. Too true, too true.    Naturally I have to like any quiz that accurately paints me for the moderate that I am.  Don’t mind the combox.

Enjoy.  Happy New Year!

Whitewater Christmas here.  The beat-and-retreat of driving rain on the roof and and stained glass punctuated this morning’s liturgy.  The playground was  a swimming pool; we sprinted to and from the car.  (But not cold!  Barefeet, very happy, taking the compost out after breakfast during a break in the rain.  Window-fogging warm — very nice.)  The grooves on the interstate were full of water —  had to drive a foot to the left of usual to avoid hydroplaning.

We closed the Christmas Mass with “Joy to the World”: Let fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains repeat the sounding joy. I’ve been singing those lines my entire life, but I’m afraid I’ve always given more attention to the hills and fields.  Today the floods finally got their chance.  Hopefully they will not get carried away in their repeating.

Merry Christmas.

. . . because I am writing to you from my own computer.  Rejoice with me.  SuperHusband and the SuperFatherInLaw conspired to equip me with a shiny new Asus laptop all of my own.  (Literally shiny — and: blue.  My favorite color.)

So I suppose I’ll be having to do extra writing, what with my new appliance and all.  I had been angling for a ping-pong/dining table for the front patio/driveway.  I had been peering ahead to the day when my harvest gold sunbeam stand mixer would finally whip its last batch of real whip cream, and thinking perhaps I ought to put in for a replacement this Christmas.   Visions of obligatory ping-pong or baking, depending on which one Santa delivered.

Instead, this.  Totally a surprise.  And with a proper numerical key pad to boot.  Must . . . resist . . . attachment . . . to . . . things . . . of . . . this . . . woooorld . . .

Happy rest of Advent!

In case you didn’t see it, Requiem Press is having a $5 book sale through December 24th (while supplies last).