1. CatholicMom.com is temporarily under the weather, but when it comes back up (pray for Lisa Hendey’s sanity), my monthly homeschooling column should be there. I talk about homeschooling-while-sick, but no handy tips, mostly just, “Yeah, my kids are awesome.” I’ll link to the article when it recovers.
2. Prayer request for me: I’ve got two kids coughing and sneezing. Ordinary colds. I’m keeping my distance. I really, really, would be better off not catching this thing. Recall: I’m already coughing just laughing or moving around too much. Not in one of those dramatic, “time for the tear-jerking moment in the musical” ways, but still . . . I’d just rather not go there. Whereever Me + Cold turns out to be. Thanks.
(If I seem like I’m on social media a ton, instead of hovering over my children while they do their homework, it’s because yes, I’m trying to be in a different room than them. We’re in communication, yes we are. School is happening, just more hands off than usual.)
3. Speaking of suffering, here’s a preview of my new blorg outpost:
The blog is still under construction, FYI. Waiting on the header art, need to learn how disqus works, lots of little jobs. But I’m going ahead and getting a few posts up so that the living room isn’t empty when everyone comes over for the big housewarming party.
And yes, I discussed my assimilation situation with Larry D. and he said he’d pray for me. (Um, seriously, I loved Larry’s Star Trek piece, which I can’t seem to find right now. Larry & I are good friends online, and respectfully agree to disagree on the prudence of blorging. Y’all: Larry’s got a special intention he needs prayed for, so regardless of your level of vexation regarding the blorg, say a prayer for him today? Yes? Thank you.)
I’ll announce again once the paint is dry and the curtains are hung.
4. What I do with my free time instead of watching infuriating television shows: I break into the spouse’s video editing software, and mostly don’t botch it that badly. A few technical errors, but for my first attempt at making a movie without swearing or punching walls, I’m okay with it: Lord Have Mercy, There’s a Baby in my Church.
The artwork is from Wikimedia, and the soundtrack can be downloaded here, for free. Pick the “Whitbourne Conf. Mass.” Funny story: St. P’s did this twice, once on the weekend, and once for the Confirmation Mass, recorded with two different setups. Jon asked me to pick which of the two I liked better. I liked the sound on this recording better than the other, but I also really, really liked the babies.
St. Peter’s doesn’t usually put babies in their choir, but the bishop came, so they pulled out all the stops.
5. People want to know how I’m doing. So, sometimes, do I. What I know:
- I feel perfectly normal as long as I’m sitting around. I’m getting a lot of writing done.
- Animated conversation kills me, but calm conversation is okay. I thought I needed more boring friends. I think I just need to not talk so loud, and listen more.
- I cough when I laugh out loud. This happens all the time, because of the people I live with. I think it’s probably pretty safe.
- I cough if I move around too much. I’m getting better at avoiding this. I’m not sure if it’s from just breathing too deeply, or if it’s something more nefarious.
- But a little bit of up and down, in moderation, isn’t a problem. I’m getting better at figuring out what “in moderation” looks like, so I feel better and am less tired than a week ago.
- Otherwise I’m totally normal. No problem with speed, balance, snarky comments, etc etc.
- Actually I’m better than normal, since my other minor signs of decrepitude are all aggravated by walking around too much, and I’m nowhere near that level of activity. Long term, of course, that’s a good way to die early. But short term it’s pretty funny that being seriously ill = being not in pain, at all, unlike normal life in which a handful of minor aches are just everyday reality.
To do items for this week: Keeping aiming for that exact right combination of rest and activity, and avoid catching the girls’ colds. Heart cath next week.
6. I’m not freaked out because, you know, catechist. Forget the nonsense about facing serious illness with a “we can beat this!” attitude. I mean sure, I’m all about that, and am doing my share to see it done. I strongly, strongly prefer being alive, thank you. But sooner or later you’re going to drop dead. Either you’re okay with that or you’re not. Probably catechesis is not for you if the prospect of eternal life doesn’t take the edge off.
