Thanksgiving–have the day off, plan to do more schoolwork.

Kids have been playing Guitar Hero–Symeon (3) sings: “I love rock and roll / Put another ??? in the Juicebox, Baby. . .

Spent a few days going behind a repairperson from Handyman Connection to fix his or her screw-ups. Never, ever, hire this person for anything. Among other incredibly non-handy accomplishments, he or she installed a roof vent boot ON TOP OF THE SHINGLES! Might as well install a funnel with a sign saying: Here, Water, this is the quickest way to the bathroom ceiling.

Spiritually struggling; over-busy. (I’ve yet to learn the fine art of saying “No, sorry, I do not have time.”)

Another stack of books awaiting my free time–next summer, perhaps.

Gregory, the new one, is now pulling up on everything, grabbing everything, sticking everything in his mouth, etc.

Ah, I did manage to read this last night from Wendell (while secluded in my private study, if you know what I mean):

Best of any song
is bird song
in the quiet, but first
you must have the quiet.

Amen, brother.

And I almost forgot–NO ONE has more to be thankful for than I do. End of story.

We live by mercy

I’m far behind in my schoolwork, but I decided to take a little break for some Wendell Berry. I like this stanza from his “Amish Economy”–

We live by mercy if we live.
To that we have no fit reply
But working well and giving thanks,
Loving God, loving one another,
To keep Creation’s neighborhood.

In A Timbered Choir. Wendell is the man. Can I get an Amen?