Friday, December 19, 2014

Call me a music snob


But if there are two phrases that should never ever ever ever ever ever appear together in the world of sacred music (or indeed any world known to God or man), they are "Kenny G." and "Ave Maria." There are simply some instruments that should not be used for Marian hymns and this is one of them. A thousand times, NO.

I should not even be posting this video, but we must remember that Advent calls for some penance as well as rejoicing and whatnot. I dare you to see how long you can listen before your eardrums start bleeding.


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This guy will get to heaven before I do.

Because he's using his talents. I honestly wish I had this much enthusiasm for cooking, homeschooling and writing. Your morning cup of awesome.


Thanks to Miss P #5 who sent me the link.
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Thursday, December 18, 2014

O Adonai


O Lord of Israel



Isaias 11:4-5
But he shall judge the poor with justice, and shall reprove with equity the meek of the earth: and he shall strike the earth with the rod of his mouth, and with the breath of his lips he shall slay the wicked. And justice shall be the girdle of his loins: and faith the girdle of his reins. 

Isaias 33:22
For the Lord is our judge, the Lord is our lawgiver, the Lord is our king: he will save us.


I'm a little late posting, because our internet was knocked out all day. Power blips will do that for some reason. Also, I was ferrying Miss P #5 to and fro a final exam at the local high school, and also doing laundry, and also baking Buttermilk Bread, and dinner rolls and sticky cinnamon buns (tried a Lazy Man's version today--will report if it turns out; if not, we will never speak of it again).
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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

O Sapientia



O Wisdom

The countdown to Christmas Eve has begun! Today we pray the first of the O Antiphons. Read more about them here. Let us now listen to this beautiful rendition of Veni, veni Emmanuel by the King's Singers:


I love these guys; their Christmas album (on which this is the first track) is fabulous.


Isaias 11:2-3
And the spirit of the Lord shall rest upon him: the spirit of wisdom, and of understanding, the spirit of counsel, and of fortitude, the spirit of knowledge, and of godliness. And he shall be filled with the spirit of the fear of the Lord, He shall not judge according to the sight of the eyes, nor reprove according to the hearing of the ears.

Isaias 28:29

This also is come forth from the Lord God of hosts, to make his counsel wonderful, and magnify justice.

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I wonder if John Lennon had any possessions


I imagine he did.

His widow (the second one) is reportedly worth $500 million. I see that I missed the anniversary of his death, Dec. 8. Oh well, it's never too late to pray for the repose of his soul.

It's not easy, but you have to try.


"despite the millions John was making, he kept Cynthia and Julian on a financially-tight leash — they got an allowance of £2,400 a year in maintenance until his death. 
Things got worse when John was murdered and Julian was just 17.
After John divorced Cynthia he kept her and Julian on a financially-tight leash
After John divorced Cynthia he kept her and Julian on a financially-tight leash
For Julian wasn’t named in John’s will and it took him 16 years — and the threat of a prolonged court case — to persuade Yoko to hand over any of the Beatles’s millions."


Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2057764/John-Lennons-son-Julian-fears-Yoko-Ono-Paul-McCartney-trying-obliterate-history.html#ixzz3MBOe1JnB
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Just so we're all on the same page



Christ is the Prince of Peace, and there can be peace only by embracing the Judeo-Christian definition of peace. Sorry, but that's the truth. And there is only one Truth. (See above.)

"When negotiating peace with other cultures it’s a good idea to make sure that the words you are using mean the same thing."  Daniel Greenfield. Read it all. 
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Friday, December 12, 2014

The Fit Files: Major Update



Oh my, where do I begin? Some of you may know that I had a heart-health scare in the fall of 2013. (Here's a link to the archived column I wrote about it in the Australian Catholic newspaper The Record --paper verison, R.I.P.; it's entirely online now.) Recap: my family has a history of heart disease, so I was ordered to undergo a stress test before some routine surgery. I flunked it.

"Space" is a relative thing

OK, now I just feel silly for so often complaining that my house isn't big enough.



Of course, you couldn't raise 7 kids here. But it gives one hope that it is possible to live well, even if you don't own a McMansion. 

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Like that kid said in that movie

They're baaaaaaaaaaack. The Dumb Old Housewives are blogging again. More to follow (we hope).


Thursday, April 24, 2014

The best servant in your house

Is apparently a well-designed Hoosier. But I'll bet having a flesh and blood maid or two doesn't hurt either.


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Just when you think


You've heard all the most beautiful hymns, the online Divine Office comes along with one you've not yet heard. In searching for the hymn, I'd googled the Choir of King's College on YouTube, but this is listed as the Choir of Gonville and Calus College, Cambridge (of whom I'd never heard, but they are a beautiful choir). I hope this hymn blesses you. Blogging continues to be light because (euphemism alert) family life has become a challenge. Please keep us in prayer if you feel so inclined. Happy Easter; He is Risen.


Of the Father’s heart begotten
Ere the world from chaos rose,
He is Alpha: from that Fountain,
All that is and hath been flows;
He is Omega, of all things
Yet to come the mystic Close,
Evermore and evermore.
By his word was all created;
He commanded and ’twas done;
Earth and sky and boundless ocean,
Universe of three in one,
All that sees the moon’s soft radiance,
All that breathes beneath the sun,
Evermore and evermore.
He assumed this mortal body,
Frail and feeble, doomed to die,
That the race from dust created
Might not perish utterly,
Which the dreadful Law had sentenced
In the depths of hell to lie,
Evermore and evermore.
O how blest that wondrous birthday,
When the Maid the curse retrieved,
Brought to birth mankind’s salvation,
By the Holy Ghost conceived,
And the Babe, the world’s Redeemer,
In her loving arms received,
Evermore and evermore.
This is he, whom seer and sybil
Sang in ages long gone by;
This is he of old revealed
In the page of prophecy;
Lo! he comes, the promised Saviour;
Let the world his praises cry!
Evermore and evermore.
Sing, ye heights of heaven, his praises;
Angels and Archangels, sing!
Wheresoe’er ye be, ye faithful,
Let your joyous anthems ring,
Every tongue his name confessing,
Countless voices answering,
Evermore and evermore.

Monday, March 10, 2014

Perfect for Monday


We just came through a stormy weekend, but (thankfully) only in the metaphorical sense. Usually, whenever my husband leaves on a week-long work trip, we actually have an actual blizzard.

Last Friday: kids going in one direction (music lessons); I was going in another (annual physical), husband preparing to go in a third (Colorado, a weed conference. No, the kind you kill with herbicide). And our water heater breaks down. Doesn't just quit, but is corroded and leaking. Hubby has to come home from work (which he can't afford to do, given he'll be gone the entire following week) to do damage control and call the plumber. Pull up carpet, open basement floor drain, drain heater, shut off all water to the house (heater's cold water intake valve was also corroded and leaking), mop water from furnace room floor, then receive the news that the plumbers may not be able to make it that day. They did, and they replaced the heater (Deo Gratias).

I heard this song on the radio during my 45 mile drive home from the doctor's office, and chuckled at the title (it being somewhat apropos). I'd never heard of these guys before (they're from Glasgow, which explains the kilt). They've been around since the 90s, which suddenly makes me feel as though I've been in a time warp. Given my age, I guess I'd better get used to that.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Ash Wednesday


Miserere mei, Deus: secundum magnam misericordiam tuam.
Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dēlē iniquitatem meam.

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy loving kindness:
According unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.