Sunday, July 24, 2011

summer pt4

she's my sister:

summer pt3

the arts:

(guest bathroom)

summer pt2

the culinary side:
or at least the dishes I took pictures of...

you know better than anyone, it's the recipes that you make up yourself that are the best.

spinach pasta

lemon bread and apple strudel (capon style)


cookies/blondies/brownies/cakes etc.


soft pretzels

summer pt1

Over Christmas break Marissa and I painted our bathroom (changing it from the lime green to more subtle blue and brown). It was painted, but not finished. I finally got the stripes up and curtains done.

East Coker (second quartet)

~T.S. Eliot

The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part;
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer's art
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.

Our only health is the disease
If we obey the dying nurse
Whose constant care is not to please
But to remind of our, and Adam's curse,
And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.

The whole earth is our hospital
Endowed by the ruined millionaire,
Wherein, if we do well, we shall
Die of the absolute paternal care
That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.

The chill ascends from feet to knees,
The fever sings in mental wires.
If to be warmed, then I must freeze
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.

The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood--
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

from the abundance of my heart

34. expectation of new and old friends coming to stay this week
35. gold, charcoal, diamond jewelry
36. little blonde friends
37. ankle-length skirts that swish
38. brothers who make me remember life's not about me
39. a sister who is always down for talking with me
40. reading books to strengthen and challenge me walk with the Lord
41. mint ice cream
42. orange nail polish