The day is going well. There is something about Mondays that gives me great initiative to get things done. This morning I read several chapters in The Tale Beatrix Potter, a Biography, by Margaret Lane. Not much was known about her life until after she died and they finally decoded the journal that she kept for over fifteen years. I wonder what would posses someone to keep a journal in code. It would probably be interesting to read her complete journal that was published in 1966 next. I got the biography from the library, and I think it is about due back. (Note to self: Check to see if this is true or not. If it is true, read faster.) Next I read a chapter in A Path Through Suffering by Elizabeth Elliot. One chapter is enough in that book for a day. Lots of food for thought. Here is my favorite quote from it so far.
Lord Crucified, O mark Thy holy Cross
On motive, preference, all fond desires,
On that which self in any form inspires,
Set Thou that sign of loss.
And when the touch of death is here and there
Laid on a thing most precious in our eyes,
Let us not wonder, let us recognize,
The answer to this prayer.
(Toward Jerusalem, Christian Literature Crusade)
Isn’t that beautiful? I copied it down and pasted it to the window by where we do dishes. We tend to put quotes up there. They easily get memorized without having to think about it because we silently read them when we do the dishes.
The next thing I did was listened to a How to Listen to and Understand Great Music lecture. We ordered this set of lectures from The Great Courses catalog awhile back and no one has made it all the way through the forty-eight lectures that are each around forty-five minutes long. I would really like to make it to the end this time, so we shall see. I’ve started them many times, but I feel more interested now then ever before. My new words for today are,
monophonic, polyphony, organum, and
melisma. I’m going to try REALLY hard to remember what they mean until the next lesson when he will most likely use them in sentences without tell us what they mean. ;) Oh, I’m getting good at this html link thingy even though I have no clue what any of the stuff I typed in means or why it works. lol
After that I mixed up three loaves of banana bread while listening to The House of Seven Gables. (Unabridged book on tape) It was kind of hard to follow which normally doesn’t happen to me and the writings of Hawthorne. I’m convinced this difficulty is due to the reading styles of a Ms. Roslyn Alexander. There was something about her voice that made paying close attention to the words a challenge for me. I made three pans of banana bread because we had a little situation with overly ripe bananas on our counter top. I saw the flutter of a few fruit flies, and it made me wonder once again where they come from since spontaneous generation is not true. Take this word from the wise and grossed out, DON’T Google fruit flies. It is just disgusting! I’m not one to be grossed out or scared by killing a bug, but for goodness sake, who other then seven to thirteen year old boys wants to read details about larva. Gross! From what I read it seems that the little bugs are able to smell overly ripe fruit and flock to it. Ick! Now that the fruit is gone they have nothing to eat, and will shortly die. While the bread was cooking I watched an art lecture about the third impressionist exhibition in 1877 which was arranged by Caillebotte. Apparently Gustave had a little dinner party with his fellow impressionist friends and by the end of the evening he convinced them to hold a third exhibition. Imagine two hundred and forty-one of the most famous paintings of the impressionists in one building. This is better. I much prefer talking about art rather then bugs.
There are several hours of collating and binding that I must do this afternoon, so I’d best be off.