A rare treat! Time to design. And time to make meaningless lists!
What I’ve been preoccupied with (to say I’ve been preoccupied with balls sounds obscene):
If you have the means to go, I highly suggest taking Linda Conroy’s cheesemaking class. She teaches through the Driftless Folk School in Viroqua, WI, but also in Madison and around the country. The basic class covers cultured milks and butter, kefir, feta, mozzarella and more. I came home with a Piima starter that I dutifully prepared upon arriving home. I never thought I would be wishing for more milk to play with.
Maintaining a clean home leaves little time for blogging. October was for sniffles, malaise and clean laundry. November ushers in my hankering to watch “Pushing Daisies” episodes and dress up like Chuck. And hopefully it ushers in more design time.
I’m not bragging, but my children turn heads at Liturgy. Correction: my children’s noise level turns heads at liturgy. My daughter’s cry is not a force to be reckoned with. It’s a quite a sight to see a grown man’s blood curdle upon hearing this little banshee cry. I’m not embellishing. I wish I was. Each week my husband and I feel like stressed silencers rather than participants in the Divine Liturgy. The kids, in turn, internalize this stress and are louder. Needless to say our Sundays have inspired this sketch.