January Update

My mother, who broke her hip on Christmas Day, continues in rehab. She had her first post-surgery appointment and x-ray last week, and healing is progressing on schedule. In two more weeks she will have another x-ray, and if things still look good, she will get the go-ahead to start bearing her full weight on the repaired hip. I am hoping that at that point her progress will accelerate and she will soon be back home.

We are going to Washington, D.C.! My husband is serving as musician for the LCMS Life Conference, which is taking place in conjunction with the 40th Annual March for Life later this week. We decided we couldn't miss this opportunity to see our nation's capital--my husband has been there, but the rest of us have not. We will leave on Wednesday so as to enjoy a full day of sight-seeing together on Thursday. On Friday Caitlin will be accompanying her dad on the March while Evan and I do some more sight-seeing. We realize two days in Washington, D.C. are hardly sufficient, but we will see what we can. At the top of the list is the Smithsonian, which Evan learned about from a Peanuts history video. We also hope to visit some of the monuments, at least see the outside of the White House, and if time allows, drop by Arlington National Cemetery. We come home on Saturday. Prayers for safe travel--and for calm for your aerophobic blogger--would be most appreciated.

As mentioned a few posts ago, Caitlin and I have started reading Paradise Lost. She has read some of it before, but this time we are going to work our way through the whole thing. I am looking forward to it. Milton holds a special place in my literary heart. 

Speaking of Caitlin, she is reading Evan his first Little House book (Little House in the Big Woods). Earlier this week, after reading about how the Ingalls made butter in a churn, Caitlin asked me to buy some cream so that she and Evan could make some, too. It is so nice having not only another teacher in the house, but one who enjoys the hands-on approach to learning that I tend to neglect. 

Phillip has recently started a program of study to receive his colloquy as a Director of Parish Music. Until very recently there was no such path for a musician in the LCMS. We are so pleased that now there is and that in a matter of months Phillip will be able to complete the requirements leading to his becoming a rostered worker in the Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod. He began studying for his colloquy some years ago but put it on hold due to the unsuitability of the program. It was geared towards teachers and there were classes that were not a good investment of his time and money and that in fact duplicated courses he had already taken or ignored his extensive on-the-job experience. Now our church body is offering a program of study customized to the parish musician, and Phillip is very much enjoying his studies.

If you've been wondering about the ABP (Anything But Politics) Challenge, it is still mostly on, but it really isn't a challenge anymore. I am still not watching cable news or listening to talk radio. I gave some thought to downgrading our cable package but discovered that even going down one package would save us very little. We would have to go all the way down to basic and if we did that other people in the house would probably object. So I guess we will keep the news stations and I will keep on ignoring them. Every now and then I click on a link on Facebook or an article in my Google reader, but I'm wondering if I will ever again feel that it is worth my emotional investment to pay much attention to the outside world.

We got a light dusting of snow in Chicagoland this morning. There is the possibility of more later this week while we're out of town. Poor Evan. He has been waiting for a good snow all winter long.

It seems that so many people are sick! Way more this winter than I remember hearing about the last few years. We have somehow avoided all of it so far--both the flu and the intestinal virus that has been going around. We do not get the flu shot, and when I hear about people who did get it succumbing nonetheless, I feel vindicated.

Willard the puppy is about six months old now and is fully trained and settled in to the family routine. My kitchen floor is staying much cleaner between sweepings these days!

I Clicked

And in so doing I read this. Maybe, just maybe, a glimmer of hope.

Sunday After Thanksgiving Update

The daily reports have ceased, but ABP continues. I trust someone will tell me if there's something I really need to know.

I took Trevor back to college today. Four days were not enough time with him. Evan took his departure very hard, in spite of knowing that his big brother will be back in less than three weeks. Last night as I was tucking Evan in I started tickling him to cheer him up. He loves being tickled. But after a few moments he became serious and said, "You won't be able to tickle me much longer." I asked why he said that. "Because I'll be too old. You won't be able to tickle me anymore when I'm 10." I'm not sure why 10 is the Age of No Tickling. But I think my little boy is growing up, and so is his perception of the passage of time.

A few days ago on Facebook I saw this creepy looking thing:*

It is the main character of the book Elf on a Shelf, published in 2005. How have I not heard of this before? It is apparently the latest holiday tradition. The book comes with an elf figure like the one above. The story explains how the elf, once it is named by its family, is magically able to return to the North Pole on a daily basis with reports about the naughty/nice ratio of each child in the family. Each morning the elf shows up in a different location in the house--part of the game is finding him (her? it?). The children may talk to the elf but they can't touch it for fear of draining its magic. There is now a parallel Elf on the Shelf industry devoted to depicting the elf doing inappropriate or disturbing things (e.g., an elf sitting on top of a microwave with the caption, "Ask me where Fluffy is"). All I know is that the original concept is disturbing enough and would totally terrorize my child.

I wasn't able to go to church today. Bummer. Trevor and I had to leave early enough for him to get back to campus for a 6:00 rehearsal with his choir. He has been asked to play organ on several pieces! I guess that is a good reason to miss church. But I wish I could have been there. So much great music today.

Going to bed in a little while. Long drive back home tomorrow. I wish I could get Lutheran Public Radio in the car!

*If you like it, no offense. Enjoy! It's just not our kind of fun!

ABP, Day 13 - Happy Thanksgiving!

I didn't get around to posting last night. Too much going on! Trevor got home yesterday. We picked him up at the local Amtrak station at 1:45 p.m. (he had to board the train at about 3:45 a.m.) and then came home for a couple of hours before leaving again to meet Phillip for supper (Portillo's) and church. Other than that yesterday was a day of cleaning and Thanksgiving prep. I will be cooking for our immediately family only today. We will eat a late lunch, probably around 2:00, and then spend the rest of the day napping, reading, playing games, watching movies, and making music. Glorious.

I have read a few things here and there from people who have dismissed Thanksgiving as a silly holiday because, after all, we should give thanks at all times, and anyway, what is our secular government doing telling us to give thanks to a God it increasingly prefers not to acknowledge? And of course, there is all the Black Friday (um, make that Black Thursday) noise, making it seem as though the deity to whom we bow is checking His book not for the names of the saints but to see who is going to turn a profit this year.

I don't care about that. I love Thanksgiving. Christmas and Easter have been lost to secularism; that doesn't mean Christians dismiss them as meaningless days. Yes, we give thanks at all times; we also daily confess our sins. Yet we still have seasons during which we more intentionally ponder our need for repentance. Why not one day on which we more fully consider all that we have to be thankful for, in both the temporal and spiritual realms?

I wanted to post a Thanksgiving video and I thought of this song, sung a few years ago by my husband's junior high choir. It is not a Christian text and is not really about thankfulness. But the text from a poem by Sara Teasdale expresses the wonder of looking around and being rendered speechless by the beauty of it all, in both the small and the infinite. I pray you look around yourself today, wherever you may be, and find loveliness to ponder, loveliness that makes whatever you have suffered in your life worth it. May you also know that even if you question if it has all been worth it, Jesus, who spent all He had for the loveliness of you, who bought you without counting the cost to Himself, says unequivocally, yes. You are lovely. You are His. You are worth it.

"Barter" - Sara Teasdale

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like the curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be. 

Barter from Cheryl on Vimeo.

ABP, Day 12

So, I am winding down my self-imposed Anything But Politics challenge but finding it wasn't that big a challenge after all. In fact it was way easier than I thought to just turn it all off. I'm beginning to think we could downgrade our cable and save some money. Ignorance is bliss.

Today was more shopping, with trips to Target and Jewel. The turkey is now thawing in the kitchen sink. Tonight I had to attend a photo shoot, as the children's choir organization I play for is asking everyone to get a new head shot for the website. Yuck--I hate having pictures made. I was seriously dreading it, but it went much better than I expected. The photographer was a pro and in a short time got several good candidates. Now to pick which one I want for the website. Glasses or no glasses, that is the question.

Trevor will be home tomorrow! He is taking a taxi from his dorm to the Amtrak station and boarding a train in the middle of the night. He will call us when he is at the station so we know everything is going according to plan. We are looking forward to Trevor's meeting Willard* (and vice versa) for the first time.

Evan had his first basketball practice tonight. The report from Phillip is that it went fairly smoothly. Evan has never played basketball so has much to learn. But it sounds as though he maintained a good attitude throughout the practice. No emotional meltdowns from the HSC*? That is a successful evening.

* new puppy
**highly sensitive child

ABP, Day 11, Part 2

I don't know, people. I really think I need to start paying attention. There is some very bad stuff going on in the world. But it is just so scary and sad. And I truly believe that if the country had gone a different direction last week we would be having some different conversations this week. And that makes it all that much worse. We didn't have to be on the path we are now on. As I write this paragraph I feel my stomach churning, my blood pressure rising, my breathing accelerating . . . .

So back to head-in-the-sand-dom. This morning I took Caitlin to her math class. Usually I take Evan along and we "do school" together while we wait for her. Today I let him stay home with Grandma and I did a little pre-Thanksgiving shopping at Trader Joe's. After lunch I wrote a blog post (see below) and practiced piano a little bit: an oldie from my college days, Bach's French Suite #5 in G. I have decided to relearn it. It came back into my fingers pretty quickly . . . . the one thing I think I am better at than my husband musically is remembering music I learned a long time ago. I'm glad there is that, at least! 

Later in the afternoon I went to the home of some piano students--I teach two children as well as their mother, all in one family, and for several weeks I will be going to their house to teach because the mother just had foot surgery and can't drive. They are great people, a pleasure to work with, and I am more than happy to do this to keep them taking lessons while the mom recuperates. After that it was back home to teach several more students, after which I wolfed down some Trader Joe's sushi and then left for a staff meeting of the children's choir organization I play for. That is another great group of people, and we had way too much fun working out logistics for December concerts. Sometimes I am amazed at the things I get to do for my "job." I am sorry that I don't always appreciate this blessing as I should.

After I got home from my meeting, Phillip, Caitlin and I watched last week's episode of Person of Interest (one of the two shows I keep up with these days). While watching, one of us had a cup of Grenada hot chocolate, one of us had a glass of Trader Joe's Merlot, and one of us had nothing. I wonder if you can guess who had what?

This Is Art (ABP, Day 11)

Today while listening to the '80's channel (during which time we were NOT listening to news or talk radio) Caitlin and I heard this song. It doesn't get played on the radio very much anymore, but it is a classic. It was actually THE very first song ever played on MTV when the channel debuted on August 1, 1981, at 12:01 a.m. The video below was recorded in 2004 when the Buggles reunited to perform it for a Prince's Trust concert.  The song is a work of art, evoking much more in both text and music than its MTV, 1980's pedigree might suggest. It is not just about video overtaking radio as the prevailing electronic medium; it is about the passage of time, the inexorability of change, and our human inability to fight either. "We can't rewind; we've gone too far."
 

ABP, Day 10

Today, I--

1) Went to church & Sunday School (and both were wonderful, just wonderful). 

2) Made a meatloaf.

3) Put together Caitlin's bed with a lot of help from Caitlin and a little help from Phillip. (His little help at the end saved the day because after almost five hours Caitlin and I were done, DONE, DONE.) 

That is all. As Dr. Seuss says, "Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one."

ABP, Day 9*

It was a 100% no politics day. I did not read a single article or watch or listen to even five minutes of news. Yay for me!

Instead, it was a running around day. This morning I took Caitlin to a youth group activity and to her regular Saturday Tae Kwon Do class. Then I attended a parent meeting for community basketball, which Evan will be playing over the next few months. (Prayers appreciated--I do have some misgivings about how this is going to go.) Then home for lunch, then a shopping excursion with Caitlin. We decided a few months ago to replace her rather girlish bedroom set with something a little more functional, and today we finally made it to Ikea to seal the deal.

Here's the headboard from her old set:

There were several other matching pieces, and we were able to sell the entire set. It is going to be replaced by this loft bed with attached desk, which we purchased and brought home today! Caitlin did not have a desk before and as a writer she desperately needs one, but her room is not very big, so we decided this would maximize space. It is also more cost effective than buying a new bed and desk, and Caitlin likes the idea of sleeping up high. In addition to this piece, we will be getting her a new chest of drawers. I will try to post pictures when her room is done.

After shopping it was time for supper; in a little while we plan to watch one of our shows on DVR (Once Upon a Time) and then go to bed early. Church tomorrow and then . . . bed assembling! Wish us luck!

*I plan to keep this series going until Thanksgiving. After that, maybe I'll just do weekly or monthly updates on my politics avoidance efforts. I know you were really wondering about that. 

ABP, Day 8

I am not going to have time to post later today so decided I better get it done right now. Today was homeschool co-op day (math for Caitlin, pottery for Evan), but Evan stayed home with a sore throat. Before that, I was going to go exercise with my husband at our community recreation center but opted out after a nasty bout of insomnia last night. Between the state of the world (which I am trying to ignore but find it impossible to entirely avoid) and several other things weighing on my mind, it has not been a good week for sleep. But I have come to a few decisions that I hope will assist in putting those things to rest and moving beyond them. I would appreciate your prayers for wisdom.

I am taking my mom to the doctor for a checkup this afternoon so am very thankful for the moderate weather and clear skies. It will make it easier for her to get out--she is extremely sensitive to the cold.

Tonight we are looking forward to getting together with some friends. There are very few things in the world better than spending time with Christian brothers and sisters.

At some point I think I will have to start paying more attention to the world again. I am at heart just not a head-in-the-sand person. I don't think it is possible to shut it out entirely, and I don't think as a parent of children who have to grow up in this world that it is moral or responsible for me to do so. But the challenge is finding the balance. How to live in the world but not let it take my heart and sap my hope? I think I have been out of balance for a while, too plugged in, too much inclined to let the events of the world, both on the macro and micro level, dictate my outlook. Rediscovering that balance is what my little "challenge" is all about. I guess it will never be a settled thing--"this much world, but no more." If only it were that easy. The struggle will always be there; in the words of a dear friend, "Such is life this side of heaven."

A friend posted this video on Facebook. I love James Taylor and I love this song. It is an interesting rendition because James humorously uses a reel-to-reel tape to provide the missing background vocals and himself sings the "riff" that his long-time backup singer, Arnold McCuller, usually sings. I really appreciated Laura posting this today as I find myself feeling incredibly thankful for our new church home and our new family there. They have taken us in, battered, bruised, imperfect people that we are, and they have made us their own, telling us that even in our weakness, we are enough. Thank you, friends. We are honored to be in your midst and we pray for God's continued blessing on the fellowship we now enjoy with you.

ABP Challenge, Day 7 - A Profile in Philanthropy

True confession: I listened to Bill O'Reilly for about 15 minutes tonight while driving from one choir rehearsal to another. And thank goodness I did because otherwise I would have missed this critical piece of news. Seems Madonna is taking off even more of her clothes than usual these days, baring her bottom at concerts in return for audience members' loose change. What? You find stripping for money to be degrading to women? That just shows how unenlightened you are. This particular series of stripteases is for the purpose not of titillation but of charity. That dear, sweet girl is taking off her pants for no other reason than to earn money for the victims of Hurricane Sandy. She has so little of her own money to give, after all, and how thoughtless it would be of her simply to set aside a portion of her concert proceeds and thereby deny her audience the joy of giving. She is all heart, that one.

Can I just say I am discovering more and more reasons not to turn on the news? 'Night, all.

ABP Challenge, Day 6

So, today. The news, television and radio blackout continues in the car and at home, but when we went to the orthodontist, there was Obama on the waiting room television, giving a press conference. The sound was off but the closed captioning was on and yes, I watched a few minutes. Evan saw me watching and said, "Mom, don't watch that." He doesn't know about my self-imposed news moratorium but seems to know what's not good for his mother. Luckily the orthodontist appointments were over quickly. (It was a regular monthly appointment for Caitlin, but the last one for Evan for a while: he got his braces off! He will have another round in a few years--this phase was to correct a severe underbite that was causing recession because of teeth hitting gums.)

The rest of the day was a good kind of busy: some blogging and reading this morning; devotion with Evan and Caitlin (Phillip had an early morning); some housework and homeschooling; lunch and orthodontist; more homeschooling followed by a rehearsal with Evan's choir and a performance for Caitlin's choir; then supper and talking to Trevor on the phone. The young man who will be playing the Rachmaninoff Second Piano Concerto with the UNL orchestra in March has been asked to play the piano part for the same orchestra's performance of Prokofiev's Seventh Symphony in December. While it is an honor for Trevor to be asked to do this, there will not be nearly the amount of pressure on him for this performance as there will be when he plays the Rachmaninoff. Since the Rachmaninoff is a concerto, the piano is the featured instrument, whereas in the Prokofiev the piano is simply a part of the orchestra. The part is not as difficult, a good thing since he only has a few weeks to learn it!

Vocational Encouragement

I have shared that even though I am avoiding television news and talk radio as well as certain political websites, I still see articles of a worldly or political bent float across my Facebook feed and blog reader. I am generally resisting the urge to read them, but there are a few that I have been glad I went ahead and clicked on because I actually gained encouragement for the future and for what I have been trying to do this past week. I thought I would share them here in case you want to read them, too.

The first, from Front Porch Republic, is entitled "The Culture of Hospitality" and talks about the failure of the "culture war" and the more realistic goal of cultural "engagement." Christians will recognize the idea of being in the world but not of it. The author quotes from a letter by a second century Christian talking about the challenge of living among pagans: He observes that "they [the Christians] marry, as do all [others]; they beget children but they do not destroy their offspring. They have a common table, but not a common bed." The author of the article, Mark Mitchell, writes:

The phrase I want to focus on is this: “they have a common table, but not a common bed.” Of course, the author is describing the lifestyle of the early Christian community, who were known for sharing meals with each other. They were also known for the limits they recognized: they were exclusive sexually even as they were promiscuous in their hospitality.

The emphasis here is the practice of hospitality (with obvious limits), and I want to suggest that hospitality is a radical alternative to both the language and practice of culture wars.

There is much more good stuff at the link if you want to continue reading it.

The second article is by Cal Thomas. A good portion of it reviews some of those things many of us find to be very discouraging about the changing face of the country as manifested in last week's election result. I won't rehash that part. But Thomas ends with this encouragement:

Now some advice for my distraught conservative evangelical friends. You made a valiant effort for the last three decades, hoping politics would advance another Kingdom, which your Leader said is "not of this world." Don't retreat; enlist in a better army with better weapons.

The One you follow demonstrated a power superior to the state, the power to change lives. Employ that power. Each church and religious institution, each individual, can find one poor family and ask if they want out of their circumstances and are willing to work for it, if a path is offered. One example: If a parent wants a child out of a failing public school, offer them financial help in placing the child in a good private school.

Feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, visiting prisoners, and caring for widows and orphans is not a social gospel that replaces God with government. That's the view of the religious Left. Rather, these behaviors serve the ultimate purpose of reaching the heart where real change takes place. And enough changed hearts lead to changed cultures.

The government beast is starved when people become independent of it. This will require a transfer of faith in government, to faith in an Authority higher than the state and a Leader more powerful than any president.

Finally, a column from Laissez Faire Books that asks, "Are These the End Times?"  (Thanks to Pastor Beane for the link.) Again, I'll skip the discussion of whether the answer to that question is yes or no (the author, Jeffrey Tucker, is more optimistic than I have felt lately). I appreciated the conclusion to the article, in which Tucker quotes another writer, Russ Roberts:

Remember that politics is not where life happens. Policies affect our lives, but we have much to do outside that world. Yesterday, I helped my youngest son learn Python, learned some Talmud, played with my photographs on Lightroom, had dinner with my wife, and went shopping with my oldest son for his first nice blazer. Lots of satisfactions there. Nothing to do with politics.

Put Tuesday night behind you for a while. Remember what matters. Take a walk. Read to your kids. Go out for dinner with your spouse. Read more Adam Smith and less of the Drudge Report. And smile at your neighbor. That’s always a good idea. But there’s a bonus — it might help your neighbor imagine that someone who believes in leaving things alone when it comes to the coercive power of government might actually be a decent person after all. And then maybe he’ll be a little more open to those crazy ideas you talked about at that dinner party.

Amen. Ora et labora. And have a nice day. We have such abundance, such blessing, such beauty at our fingertips, so many people to enjoy and love. Let's get busy.

ABP Challenge, Day 5

For Susan, who says these posts aren't boring. ;-)

Yesterday in the car a piece of orchestral music came on the radio just as we were pulling into the garage. Caitlin and I had the same reaction: my, but it was pretty! But we were at our destination and had things to do, so I turned the car off and we went inside. I made a mental note to look the piece up later. I recognized the title and composer but wasn't sure if I had ever listened to it before.

The work? Aaron Copland's Appalachian Spring. Here's the Wiki. The score was originally composed to accompany a ballet by Martha Graham. The ballet premiered in 1944, and in 1945 Copland reworked the score into a suite for orchestral performance alone. He received the Pulitzer Prize for music for the work that same year.

I have come to take this kind of technology for granted, but it is amazing to me that today, in 2012, I was able to "Google" up YouTube videos of the original performance of the ballet, with Martha Graham dancing the lead ballerina part. The video is in black and white and on YouTube is divided into four installments. Today I viewed the first two. They are beautiful to watch and listen to! Here's installment number one (I trust you can find the others if you're interested). I will try to watch parts three and four tomorrow.


In a comment on my last post Rebekah said that she likes how listening is a part of my life. In truth, though, listening to music has been less a part of my life in recent years than it used to be. First off, I am a visual person. Ask my husband--listening is not my strong suit. Ironic for a musician, huh? I like to read more than I like to listen, and in recent years I have been more inclined to listen to words than to music. But in looking for alternatives to news and talk shows this past week I have rediscovered the soothing presence of a classical music soundtrack. It really is salve for the soul.

The video is 8 or 9 minutes long--if you have just a minute or two, at least listen to the introduction, in which the main characters are introduced. The harmonies are astonishingly beautiful.

ABP Challenge, Days 3 & 4

If you are already getting bored with these posts, I understand. I am writing mostly to keep myself on track and with little consideration for my audience. What a selfish blogger.

Yesterday I can't say that I did anything different from what I would normally do on a Sunday. I went to church and took a nap and cooked supper and spent time with my family. But I did avoid doing something I normally do. I skipped watching Fox News Sunday (a weekly ritual in our house). And I have continued to keep the radio dial set to either classical music or the '80's channel and to eschew certain websites. I can't say I have avoided news altogether. It crops up in my Facebook feed and my Google reader. But the few times I have given in and clicked on an article I have been sorry. I'm not ready to think about the world again. Reading all the post-election analysis, blaming, and planning for next time, not to mention the various distressing pieces of news, only leaves me feeling sad and helpless again. Voting is over for now. I am not in a position to do anything about national and world events. Better to continue focusing on those areas in which I actually do have some influence and to spend time on pursuits that are more likely to lead to positive outcomes.

So, this morning I kept my Facebook and blog time short and after reading some Psalms with Luther I took my older son's suggestion to listen to Prokofiev's Ten Pieces for Piano, Op. 12, performed by Canadian pianist Joel Hastings. Here's a YouTube page with all ten pieces for either individual or uninterrupted listening. The music is paired with some beautiful and appropriate artwork. I listened to the set once while looking at the accompanying paintings and then did some calisthenics while listening again. (Yes! Me! Calisthenics!) I think my favorite movements are the fifth (Capriccio) and the seventh (Prelude).

I also spent some time this morning making school checklists for Caitlin and Evan. We are rather relaxed in our approach to homeschooling, but something we have traditionally done is to make each child a weekly checklist to better keep track of what is being done. This fall, with election mania combined with various other distractions, I have not done a good job of planning ahead and printing out the weekly checklists. Today I recommitted to doing so. The PSAT is behind us, and Caitlin is ready to get back to reading classic literature. We started reading Pilgrim's Progress a few weeks ago and jointly decided we didn't want to finish it. (I'm sorry, but it was seriously boring.) So we are going to cheat by reading a summary and move on to C. S. Lewis's Pilgrim's Regress, which looks so much more inviting! After that, I'm thinking Paradise Lost. :-D

ABP (Anything But Politics) Challenge, Day 2

Today, instead of watching Fox News or reading Real Clear Politics or Pajamas Media, I enjoyed the company of my husband, who stayed home ALL DAY! (To have him home for an entire Saturday is highly unusual.) I also cuddled our new puppy, cooked a pork roast, enjoyed the sound of the rain, did three loads of laundry, took my daughter to Tae Kwon Do, watched the Nebraska Cornhuskers beat Penn State (woo-hoo!), practiced piano, and on this, Martin Luther's birthday, listened to the final movement of Mendelssohn's Fifth Symphony (also known as the Reformation Symphony). Before I retire for the night I intend to read a few chapters of The Help, which I started over a month ago but set aside when election fever took over.

It was a good day!

Hard Habit to Break

It is hard to change a long-standing habit. For months now as I looked forward to what I thought would be a very different election outcome, I have partaken of a steady diet of Fox News, talk radio, and conservative blogs. For reasons outlined in my previous post I need to take a break from all that. I don't know if it will be a short or long-term break. I do know that the few times I have ventured into those forums since Tuesday night I have found myself sinking back into the sick and hopeless feeling that overtook me on Tuesday and Wednesday. Maybe all is not lost. Maybe something will change. But at the moment I do not have the emotional wherewithal to invest in hoping or fighting for that change. I need to expend what energy I have on my immediate sphere of influence.

And yet it is so hard to do--to stop that thing that you have become dependent on but that you know is bad for you! So as a means of encouraging myself I have decided to try daily to make a conscious decision to choose something else over listening to talk radio, watching Fox news, or reading a political blog. When I catch myself starting to do one of these things, I will replace it with something else and will post here what I did instead. I'll try to post daily between now and Thanksgiving and then assess where I am at that time. So here goes: Day #1 of my own Anything But Politics Challenge. 

Today, instead of listening to talk radio in the car I listened to the first movement of Telemann's Paris Quartet in D. Here it is in case you want to listen, too!