38 Sleeps

What I want to be posting are pictures of my Crochet Beanie for Mattman that is coming on beautifully now that I've had my expert tuition from my Friends Who Really Do Craft. Or even photos from Crafting Lorna's birthday tea party in the Bean yesterday morning where said tutorial took place. A great moment!

What I want to be posting are descriptions of how precious it is to have Crafting Lorna, Crafting Niqi and Crafting Catherine who are always there in the Bean at some overlapping point in the morning, with whom to drink green tea, or gingerbread steamers, to solve the problems of the Land of the Tearful Strawberries and beyond, to crochet, knit and sew. Or even the excitement of finally finding a name that fits, thanks only to Crafting Lorna who had the scintillating wit to propose "Bean Craftin'". Great moments.

What I will, however, post is the panic of this moment! Having got down the dusty and neglected calendar I discover not how many shopping days are left, or how many weeks are left in which to order a turkey, because my butcher has already scared me with that. Worse still.

There are only 38 sleeps until the day of Preparing for Advent. A wonderful idea hatched by Cooking Catherine last week. We will double-handedly hold a day of cooking, craft, quiet and Christ- I can't wait. It will be beautiful, not least because she's hosting it in her beautiful house! But still, ten places, one cookery slot (Ckng Catherine), one craft slot (Crftng Catherine and Niqi!), two meditations (Mags).

38 sleeps!

Joy- or Mattman works magic

Today was the first day in a very long time that I could passionately, honestly, proudly declare to have been joyous! The main catalyst- Mattman had a great day at school. And the angels sang... Positive comments in his reading diary, 63/65 on a word recognition test, not one but two anecdotes from class where he was the hero, and the broadest, most beautiful smile on his face when he came straight to me from the school door. All good!



Swiftly followed by a good swimming lesson, brilliant homework and impressively grown-up choices and conversations right up until bedtime. Joy! We sat for a while before getting into the Mental Maths, playing with his Cuisenaire rods. And he was full of theory, accuracy, pattern. It has been fabulous after these last two months to enjoy him unreservedly. The road ahead may still be long, as my spring-born boy glides blissfully unaware through the set targets and tick boxes of school, but days like today help. Enormously!

Lots of patterns in the garden today as well- we did all manage to get there for a kick amongst the leaves in the midst of our engagements! Phone photos do not do colour justice to the autumnal riot taking place outside the dining room window, so you'll just have to come and drink tea there instead...

41. The excitement of planning a Preparing for Advent day with Cooking Catherine- book one of ten places now! Cooking, craft, quiet and Christ.42. Mattman's great enthusiasm, and concentration, in his piano lessons.43. Jojo's appearing at my side tonight- I'm cross with you, Mummy, because you didn't snuggle me in my bed.44. The resounding worship in Whiteabbey Presbyterian this morning.45. Meeting long unseen friends there- and I don't mean you, Crafting Catherine!46. Can I have the little house in the Mournes again?46b. Just in case- pumpkin soup with friends.47. Pumpkins- we only see them once a year, and for such a short time!48. The discipline of being grateful, and the challenges.49. This little house in suburbia, still big enough for us.50. The strange bouleversement of Prince Charming, through the Beattie's loss. There is a pregnant mystery of change in him.

The beauty of the morning..

..and the afternoon and the evening and the night! Oh but this week has been awesomely, speechlessly, painfully beautiful! The sheer pleasure of driving down the road, up the road, round the roads- or not the roads per se, but the trees alongside, under the sharp blue sky, in the warm scented air. Autumn in the suburbs, not quite New England (or even the blissfully remembered Madison, Indiana) in the Fall, but Eden enough for me!

And I have no photos of the uncapturable, just some shots of preparations for friends coming to dinner. Edwin and Marjorie. Erudite, musical, genteel friends who made the piano sing, the suns laugh and us happy! Thank you!

Pumpkin soup with homemade bread (from Cooking Catherine's on-indefinite-loan bread-maker), lazy Chicken, cheeseboard, rhubarb crumble and custard. Miam miam... Happy Autumn!

ps I realise on reading that the emphasis is on driving through the trees- yes, only Prince Charming did the school walk this week, and me so incensed about the Polar ice-cap...

fraiselachrymose

The title for my blog (itself a product of Crafting Catherine's goading...) came about because Prince Charming had taken fabulous pictures of our strawberry patch just after he'd watered it one day this summer. The tear drops of water clinging precariously to the tips of the fruit made us laugh, and the title was thus instantly there when Catherine demanded one!

I hadn't deliberately wanted to sum up our existence in this house- a little family lurching fron one crisis to another, whether the crisis be mundane or really quite distressing. The allegory of strawberries and suns both came gradually, but made me smile as well.

And that's about as far as my philosophy goes these days, smiling as much as life allows, or maybe smiling in affirmation of the precious, fragile beauty of it all. So here's a fortnight-late thanks offering, covering Mattman's hospital admission and discharge during the last week, as well as the painful loss of Carole Beattie. Whose parents will always make me smile.




31. A well-recovered Mattman32. The smiling bubbling phenomenon that was Carole Beattie33. The wisdom worship that is Prince Charming34. The gorgeous feast of Autumn this year35. A journey home that takes you along the Lough36. Piano lessons with Rowan!37. A little house in the Mournes to look forward to at Hallowe'en38. A car that is nearly ready for its MOT (today..)39. Mothers' Union tonight40. The sound of PC coming back in through the front door

Shh! It's all quiet and cosy here! Suns asleep, party debris long cleared away; autumn can creep in through the door now that the birthday has been and gone! No pictures, just words whispered into the ear of a future me who might wonder what was happening around these parts in the dusk of another year! Ergo just to say that I'm off on a volunteers' residential tomorrow- overnight in a hotel perched on the cliffs where Finn McCool first threw rocks at an enemy. Getting in touch with my Northern Irish heritage indeed! I'm taking a good book and some knitting, for brief breaks between sessions or in case carousing gets too much for me tomorrow night! And Prince Charming has given me my pocket money for a little trip to the National Trust shop next door! There will be lots of talking, thinking, weather and mostly eating, I think. Just what a doctor might have ordered...

Five!

Obviously much celebration about the Land of the Strawberries today! Which has been fantastic for many reasons, not least because of the sheer volume of lachrymose activity that has culminated this week.

So, Jojo has accomplished five years of being beautiful and blessed. He has weathered his storms, most of them in that black time that we can now refer to as 2008 because it is receding gradually into time and can be classified away somewhere in kind. More true to his name than we might have imagined five years ago he has indeed been strong and very courageous. (We still mimic Dr Livingstone's heavily English accented, "You're very brave!" But do so less and less!)

And I have accomplished the survival of September 2009! Here were some of the best bits- in a "count your blessings" sacrifice cum faith thing...