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Sarah’s sister and Sarah’s roommate’s mom are playing octordle. Sarah considers herself no small enjoyer of word games but she’s not getting the hype with this one.
I didn’t actually read this but I plan to.
Apparently people who enjoy walking have to find essays on the topic now.
Culinary woulds:
Clare doesn’t have to cook a big meal for her church this week and feels relieved but mournful. Last week she made vegetarian enchiladas for them and made her own enchilada sauce from scratch, based on a few recipes she found online but also her own empty little head. She has a lot of shiitake mushrooms that she will use up by making a recipe that her whole family really likes. She reviewed her idea for a watermelon salad with BookBrah, who gave her a wonderful idea for a variation on the common crouton. Today she had steak and eggs for the first time. It was only ok?
Sarah cooked Ina Garten’s minestrone and some berry crisp for her houseguests not this tuesday but the Tuesday before. She also made her first roux on Wednesday, for some chicken tortilla soup. It was good.
Chris (not a girl but he cooked for certain girls) made miso soup and cod and this really good broccolini salad when Sarah and her roommate came over last Sunday. Sarah and roommate brought pomegranate kombucha and blackberry cheesecake bars.
Music:
Clare couldn’t figure out the tune of one song she was trying to sing, but could not look it up to listen to it because of her Lenten audio fast (please don’t be impressed; she doesn’t listen to that much that much anyway), until one day this week it occurred to her quietly, like the memory had never gone away from her, and now she can sing it by heart.
Poem:
The Mountains in the Desert
The mountains blue now
at the back of my head,
such geography of self and soul
brought to such limit of sight,I cannot relieve it
nor leave it, my mind locked
in seeing it
as the light fades.Tonight let me go
at last out of whatever
mind I thought to have,
and all the habits of it.
Robert Creeley, from Words, 1967
What we’re reading:
Sarah listened to Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers. The more Sayers novels she listens to, the more she enjoys the abundance of spinster characters who help Lord Peter Wimsey. It is also pretty chad of Sayers to write herself into her own story and then make the protagonist beg for her hand in marriage. Sarah is also reading some Flannery O’Connor she bought in Maryland last weekend. It seemed like the title had only been in her hand for thirty seconds before the managing editor showed her this comic.
Amy enjoyed Where the Crawdads Sing this week. Delia Owens’ delightful story takes you into the tragic and lonely life of a marsh girl named Kya as she navigates raising herself alone in the swamps of North Carolina in the 1960’s. Intertwined with her story is the unfolding murder investigation of a well known young man from in town. As the timelines converge, the reader is treated to some predictable twists along with unexpected surprises.
Clare is reading Adrienne von Speyr’s The Passion from Within in preparation for Holy Week. A friend gave it to her as a gift. She is also continuing her reading of the Bible. She is treasuring up all these things and pondering them in her heart.
Exhortations:
Whoa, does no one condemn you? Neither do we condemn you. Go now and sin no more.
Request for approval:
Is this okay?